Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 226 Zhou Ye: I'd recognize you even if you were ashes (Seeking monthly votes)
Tian Xiwei stood behind the homemade milk tea stall, wearing a pink rabbit apron, her ponytail swinging back and forth as she shook her shaker.

"Sister Wei, the jasmine milk green tea for table number 3, less ice and half sugar!" She handed the freshly made milk tea to Xiao Yanzi, but her eyes were glued to the milk foam slowly sliding down the cup.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, she quickly picked up the ingredients for the next cup.

I secretly took a small bite of the freshly cooked brown sugar pearls. "Mmm, just the right amount of sweetness!"

She squinted her eyes contentedly, like a kitten that had stolen some cream.

This is already the eighth cup she has "inspected" today.

Zhou Ye's words when he helped her get this job were still echoing in her ears: "Xiwei has the best tongue, so she's the perfect person to be in charge of quality control and selling milk tea!"

Thinking of this, Tian Xiwei felt a lump in her throat.

When they were drawing job cards, she clearly drew the most tiring job: food runner. But Zhou Ye insisted on pulling Xiao Yanzi aside, saying, "Sister Wei, Xiao Tian's milk tea is so creative! And..."

Zhou Ye leaned close to Xiao Yanzi's ear and whispered, "She's prone to low blood sugar, so standing at the bar can help her replenish her energy anytime."

Look how thoughtful!
Tian Xiwei was touched, and she decided to stop calling her Bald Qiang and mocking her for being flat-chested.

The kitchen was filled with smoke, Zhou Ye's linen skirt was stained with soy sauce, and her wisps of hair were damp with sweat and stuck to her flushed cheeks.

She was doing three things at the same time: handing Su Youpeng the chopped side dishes, handing Wang Junkai the blue and white porcelain bowl for plating, and stirring the chicken soup on the stove that was about to overflow.

"Hey kid, here are the scallion segments for braised sea cucumber with scallions!"

"Sister Zhou, the braised pork sauce has reduced!"

Amidst the shouts and cheers, Zhou Ye spun around in the kitchen like a top.

Her once-perfect makeup was now ruined, but a bright, energetic smile still graced her lips: "Here I am!"

This is the scene that Little Swallow saw when she lifted the kitchen curtain.

Zhou Ye was standing on tiptoe, trying to reach the top spice jar, his arms trembling slightly.

"Xiao Tian!" Xiao Yanzi suddenly turned around and called out to the bar, "Come in and help out for a bit, let Xiao Ye rest for a bit."

In the kitchen, Zhou Ye heard a noise and turned around, only to meet Xiao Yanzi's admiring gaze.

This girl is so honest!
"no, I'm fine!"

Zhou Ye wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and hurriedly returned.

She had a meeting with Meng Ziyi before she came out, and made a solemn pledge.

If we don't make Tian Xiwei gain 10 pounds this time, she won't have the face to go back and see Sister Meng.

What's a little hardship compared to this?
Looking at Zhou Ye's stubborn back, Xiao Yanzi could only sigh softly, shake her head, and walk back to the front hall.

The girl's stubbornness reminded her of herself when she was young, when she could have shown weakness but insisted on holding on, and when she could have asked for help but gritted her teeth and persevered.

"Let her be," Little Swallow muttered softly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Young people these days are much more resilient than she imagined.

The atmosphere in the kitchen, however, was unusually strange.

The wok in Su Youpeng's hands was practically sparking.

For the nth time, he glanced at Zhou Shi, who was cutting side dishes.

This girl is fast, but the potato shreds she cuts are so thick they look like French fries, making them impossible to put in the pot.

"Um... Xiao Zhou..." Su Youpeng opened his mouth, but then swallowed the words back.

The sweat on his forehead was dripping onto the cutting board, and he was too embarrassed to nitpick.

Wang Junkai is going through an even tougher time.

Of the blue-and-white porcelain bowls that Zhou Ye "helped" hand over, eight out of ten still had dish soap foam stuck to their edges.

He had to secretly wipe it again with his apron when the camera wasn't on him.

The worst off is Bai Jugang.

Zhou Ye enthusiastically helped him plate the food, but ended up arranging his carefully prepared sauce haphazardly, making it look like an abstract work of art.

The three men exchanged a helpless look.

"Cough, Xiao Zhou, do you want to take a break?" Wang Junkai suggested that she go and rest.

"I'm not tired!" Zhou Ye suddenly looked up, still holding half a carrot that hadn't been cut, his eyes shining brightly. "Gu Yang told me that young people should exercise more!"

She never forgets to promote her man.

Su Youpeng's hand trembled, and he almost spilled the whole pot of Kung Pao Chicken on the ground.

He finally understood: this girl was a tireless little spinning top, the kind with its own accelerator.

“Well…” Bai Jugang suddenly had a bright idea, “Could you help me get a bottle of oyster sauce from the freezer? It’s on the bottom shelf.”

Get her out of there!
The three of them reached a consensus with their eyes.

"Alright!" Zhou Ye rushed to the storage area like a whirlwind.

Taking advantage of those precious thirty seconds, the three men frantically tried to salvage their respective dishes.

Su Youpeng quickly picked out the badly cut potato shreds, Wang Junkai readjusted the plating, and Bai Jugang hurriedly straightened the tilted sauce bottle.

"Here you go! Oyster sauce!" Zhou Ye's voice suddenly rang out from behind, startling Bai Jugang so much that the spoon in his hand flew out of his hand.

"Th-thank you." Wang Junkai chuckled awkwardly as he took the bottle, suddenly realizing that even being an idol had never been so mentally exhausting.

Su Youpeng glanced at the surveillance screen.

Tian Xiwei was happily sneaking a sip of milk tea at the bar, while Zhang Jingyi, though her English was halting, at least didn't set the restaurant on fire.

Then look at this overly energetic girl in the kitchen.
"Teacher Su! The oil in the pan is smoking!" Bai Jugang suddenly shouted.

Su Youpeng snapped out of his daze and saw that the oil pan Zhou Ye had been watching was almost burning through. He rushed over to turn off the heat, secretly vowing: When Gu Yang arrives, I'll definitely make him discipline his artist!

What a sin!!!
……

As the lunch rush gradually subsided, the restaurant guests left one after another, leaving only a few tables where people were still leisurely enjoying their desserts.

Zhang Jingyi had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to clear the table when the doorbell suddenly rang crisply.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair slowly walked in.

He wore reading glasses, a loose linen shirt, and a wooden cane. He walked with a slight hunchback and looked at least seventy years old.

Zhang Jingyi immediately went up to them, flashing a professional smile: "Welcome to our restaurant! Do you speak English?"

The old man squinted, as if he couldn't hear very well, and slowly replied in heavily accented English, "Ah yes, yes. Menu, please?"
Zhang Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly handed over the menu, but the old man flipped through a couple of pages and suddenly frowned: "This is too small. I can't see."
Zhang Jingyi: "..."

She steeled herself and leaned closer, pointing to the pictures on the menu: "This one is sweet and sour pork, this is kung pao chicken..."
The old man shook his head, then suddenly pointed to the bar: "That girl, making a drink? Ask her for help."

(Could we ask the girl who makes the drinks to come and help?)

Zhang Jingyi was taken aback and turned to look at Tian Xiwei, who was adjusting the milk tea.

Tian Xiwei was secretly "tasting" her newly mixed mango pomelo sago when she was suddenly called out and almost choked.

She quickly put down her cup and jogged over: "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

The old man adjusted his reading glasses and said in broken English, "You help me choose. I want something sweet."

(You... help me choose. I want... something sweet.)
Tian Xiwei blinked slightly, trying to understand what he meant: "Uh... do you want a sweeter drink?"

"I also like sweet drinks! Hehe, you have great taste!"

The old man nodded: "Yes, yes. Sweet, but not too sweet."

(Yes, yes. Sweet, but not too sweet.)
Tian Xiwei: "..."

Isn't this just "low-sugar"?!
She took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Okay, I recommend our signature milk tea, you can have it with less sugar..."

The old man suddenly interrupted, "No, no. I want something special."

(No, no, I want...something special.)
Tian Xiwei was on the verge of a breakdown.

Zhang Jingyi stood by anxiously, wanting to help but unable to get a word in edgewise.

Xiao Yanzi originally wanted to come to the rescue, but the show's director suddenly winked at her and pointed to the hidden camera.

Little Swallow was taken aback, then suddenly realized...

That old man is faking it! The production team is up to something!
Her lips twitched, but she immediately turned away nonchalantly, secretly chuckling to herself, "You, Gu Yang, you're playing this big game?"

"If you keep making fun of your own artists like this, let's see how these girls complain about their boss later..."

at this time--

"boom!"

The kitchen door was flung open, and Zhou Ye rushed out carrying a plate of freshly cooked braised pork: "The food for table 36 is ready—"

Before she could finish speaking, her gaze suddenly locked onto the back of the silver-haired old man.

Zhou Ye suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening.

The next second, she blurted out:

"Little Yangzi?! You're here!"

The entire restaurant fell silent instantly.

The old man's body visibly stiffened for a moment.

The crew members collectively covered their faces: "Oh no, we've been exposed."

Zhou Ye, completely unaware of what he had done, excitedly ran over and slapped the "old man" on the shoulder: "What are you pretending for? Your hair is dyed like Santa Claus's!"

The old man was silent for two seconds, then slowly turned around, took off his reading glasses, and revealed a pair of familiar, smiling eyes!
It's Gu Yang!
Zhang Jingyi: "..."

Tian Xiwei: "..."

Program team: "..."

Gu Yang sighed helplessly: "Zhou Ye, I spent three hours putting on makeup and my mom didn't even recognize me. How did you recognize me at a glance?"

Zhou Ye proudly raised his chin: "Even if you were sitting there, I could recognize you from 800 meters away!"

Gu Yang raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Zhou Ye was extremely smug: "I could recognize you even if you were reduced to ashes!"

Gu Yang: "..."

The show's director sighed and instructed the staff to cut this segment!
She miscalculated!

There's definitely something wrong with these two!
Little Swallow finally couldn't hold back her laughter and said, "Alright, alright, stop acting and hurry up and take off your makeup to eat!"

Gu Yang shook his head and reached out to rub Zhou Ye's head: "You..."

His tone was helpless, yet it carried an undeniable doting affection.

Zhou Ye chuckled, completely unaware of the serious thing he had just revealed in front of the camera.

Tian Xiwei and Zhang Jingyi exchanged a glance, their faces falling silently, both feeling a little sad.

Lost...

The production team was speechless. Could you guys please tone it down a bit?

what?
With such a high-profile approach, how are they supposed to cut it?
(End of this chapter)