Chapter 183： The actor is my mother fan 23

Mu Sheng, who was inexplicably cold behind his back, straightened up, glanced left and right in doubt, scratching his head, and finally stopped and sat down under the supervision of the director team.

When it arrived, it was a very beautiful house, a courtyard with a classic style, with a delicate classic charm everywhere.

The filming crew reached it a step earlier than them. The machine was already set up and ready to shoot.

The whole program of "Gourmet Journey" provides guests with a wide range of freedom to play. A local guidebook is provided, assigned to them, and guests are freely grouped to find these ingredients or dishes back to this courtyard.

The first day is mainly to give everyone a rest and ease the hardship of long-distance flying.

And as expected, after a brief rest in the afternoon, everyone familiarized themselves with the environment and packed their luggage. The mayor took a big bucket to condolences them.

In the bucket is their very famous fish species, which can only be eaten in this season and cannot be cultivated artificially.

The meat is delicate and fat, which is a rare delicacy.

After the introduction was finished, a group of people simply decided which dishes to make, and then they were ready to cook dinner.

Because the bowl of poached eggs on Weibo did not have cooked noodles, Chu Ci was honorably assigned to the job by several people.

At this moment, she was squatting next to the bucket, watching the three fishes leisurely paddling the water.

Mu Sheng raised his brow and looked at this side, thinking that this little girl shouldn't be psychologically overshadowed by what she said in the car before. She was about to step forward when she saw her words indifferently. Walked over.

Seeing Yan Chao's expression, Mu Sheng squinted suspiciously, just as the king asked her to wash the vegetables and prepare the side dishes for stewed fish and grilled fish.

Mu Sheng didn't see anything, so he responded casually and turned to serve the food.

Yan Chao looked at the little girl who was squatting on the ground and almost shrank into a ball, with dim eyesight, raised his hand from behind and rubbed the girl's ball head.

"What are you looking at?"

The little girl felt the pressure from behind her head and couldn't help but lift her head and look back.

Just squatting on the ground and raising her head, Yan Chao was really afraid that she would accidentally turn over the whole person, and quickly reached out with the other hand to catch the back of the little girl's head, and raised her brow helplessly to look at her.

"Be honest."

The little girl looked at him with a smile, "Senior."

It's the same as a piece of honey.

Yan Chao put a slight force on his hand, watching Chu Ci lower his head again, stood up and turned around.

"But then, senior, you know how to cook?" The little girl's hair was still soft to the palm of her hand, she was already standing up and looking at him with her head tilted.

That little face looks very pinching.

All Yan Chao's mind was on this little face, and he casually responded.

I still want to say: Is that good for you?

But looking at the camera next to him, Yanchao swallowed this sentence silently.

The little girl does not have any works, has too much attention, and it is such attention, not good.

"Emperor Yan, give you the grilled fish, and let our sister Chu Ci assist you."

The king yelled in the house holding a handful of coriander.

Yan Chao replied, and then raised his hand to roll up his sleeves, and glanced at the still alive fish in the bucket. It was Chu Ci who looked and heard the sound turning his head and looking into the room. The voice was a little low, with Some smiles, "Come and help."