Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

night.

A magnificent and splendid residence.

The aroma of oil wafted from the kitchen.

Dongdong lay on the edge of the dining table, staring at the braised pork with bamboo shoots on the plate, sniffing hard with her little nose, her mouth almost watering.

"Dad, is it ready to eat?"

Yu Le tapped his little hand with her chopsticks.

"Waiting for your sister's video."

Dongdong pouted.

"My sister can't just pop out of her phone to eat while she's filming."

The tablet lit up as soon as the words were spoken.

Liu Qianqian's face appeared on the screen.

She was wearing the crew's costume, and hadn't completely removed her makeup. Her face was a little dusty, and she looked somewhat tired.

"I heard you."

Dongdong immediately sat up straight.

"Sister, I didn't say anything bad about you."

Liu Qianqian squinted, feigning ferocity.

"You'd better be."

Yu Le placed a bowl of braised pork with bamboo shoots in front of the camera.

Liu Qianqian fell silent instantly.

Three seconds later.

She sniffed.

"Dad, you're a terrible person."

"I'm eating boxed lunches on set, and you show me this?"

Yu Le calmly picked up a piece of meat.

"This is to coincide with the promotion of the documentary."

Liu Qianqian gritted her teeth.

"You've really hit the nail on the head."

Dongdong picked up a piece of bamboo shoot from the side, deliberately making a "crunch" sound when biting it, and didn't forget to add insult to injury.

"Sister, the bamboo shoots are very crisp."

Liu Qianqian: "Yu Muchen, you're finished."

Dongdong immediately grabbed the bowl and ran behind Yu Le.

Yu Le smiled and showed Liu Qianqian the pot.

"I've saved these bamboo shoots for you."

"Have the driver deliver it to the film set tomorrow, so the crew can cook it for us."

Liu Qianqian immediately changed her expression.

"Dad is the best."

Dongdong muttered to herself, "My sister changes her expression faster than Nezha."

Liu Qianqian pointed at him through the screen.

"I heard you!"

The whole family burst into laughter.

On the other end of the tablet, Liu Qianqian looked at the lively dining table, her eyes softening slightly.

Filming "Nanjing Photo Studio" was too depressing.

Every day is filled with ruins, bloodstains, and cries.

Only the sounds of home could pull her back from that era.

Yu Le noticed it, but didn't say anything.

He simply changed the subject.

"I'll watch the documentary premiere on the evening of the 20th if I have time."

Liu Qianqian nodded.

"I will definitely watch it."

"What's your name?"

Yu Le picked up a piece of bamboo shoot.

"A Bite of China"

"Phase One: Nature's Gift"

Liu Qianqian looked at the food in the camera lens and said softly:

"It sounds delicious."

Yu Le smiled.

"It's not just delicious."

"We'll let them know too."

"The rice bowl of the Chinese people contains more than just vegetables."

"It is mountains, it is sea, it is time."

......

June 20th.

7:45 PM.

Backstage at CCTV Documentary Channel.

Chen Xiaoqing stood in the control room, holding a glass of water in her hand.

The water has gone cold.

He didn't drink a drop.

On the screen are images of the first episode of "A Bite of China" awaiting broadcast.

Black background with white text.

A gift from nature.

The director glanced at him.

"Director Chen, are you nervous?"

Chen Xiaoqing shook her head.

"It's not nervousness."

The director laughed.

"What is that?"

Chen Xiaoqing looked at the screen.

"I'm afraid of letting those people down."

The director didn't respond.

This film took several months to shoot.

They followed the Tibetan people into the mountains, setting off at three in the morning, kneeling in the damp and cold forest to photograph matsutake mushrooms.

We followed Lao Bao and his son to dig bamboo shoots at four in the morning. Mud and water filled our shoes, and the machines almost broke down.

He stayed in the same room with the Huang family father and son to guard the ham, and did so for three years.

There is a lot of material.

There were also many scenes featuring delicious food.

But in the end, what touched people the most wasn't the food.

are people.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The program begins.

The screen went black.

A deep narration began.

"The Chinese people's trust in nature begins with a simple act of bending down."

The camera lights up.

It was still dark.

The mountains and forests of Shangri-La were shrouded in mist.

A Tibetan woman, carrying a bamboo basket and leading her teenage daughter, walked along the slippery muddy path into the mountains.

Subtitles appear.

3:47 a.m.

They were looking for matsutake mushrooms.

The camera didn't rush to film the matsutake mushrooms.

First, clap your hands.

A pair of hands, scratched by tree branches, parted the pine needles and pressed down on the soil.

The woman did not use a shovel.

She gently poked at the soil with a stick.

A matsutake mushroom is revealed.

The daughter tried to reach out and pull it out.

Her mother held her down.

"Slower."

"Don't damage the mycelium."

They removed the matsutake mushrooms intact and then backfilled the original pine needles and soil.

The narration continues.

Those who truly know how to take also know how to give back.

in front of the TV.

Many viewers were originally holding their phones.

Seeing this, my hand stopped.

The comments started scrolling.

"That technique is so gentle."

"So you have to put the soil back up after picking mushrooms?"

"When I was little, my grandma also said that you can't cut off the roots when you dig something up."

The scene shifts to early morning.

A small courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

The matsutake mushrooms were gently wiped clean, packed in boxes, and iced.

Subtitles appear.

"From Shangri-La to Tokyo, it takes as little as 24 hours."

The camera follows refrigerated trucks, airports, cargo holds, and Tokyo markets.

The chef at the Japanese restaurant opened the box, picked up a matsutake mushroom, smelled it, and nodded.

Chen Xiaoqing did not film the show-off.

He only had the narrator say one sentence:

"A morning in the mountains will wake up at a dining table in another city."

In overseas live streaming rooms.

English subtitles scroll synchronously.

The comment section started flooded with messages.

"Oh my god, they covered the soil back up."

"This is more than just food; it's a matter of respect."

"I always thought matsutake mushrooms were a specialty of Japan, but it turns out their real origin is here?"

"Wait, does China look like this too?"

Los Angeles.

Old Mike sat in his office, looking at the backend data.

The number of overseas users online simultaneously gradually increased from 30,000 to 70,000.

An employee nearby asked, "Should we vote for GG?"

Old Mike shook his head.

"Wait."

"Let them discover it themselves."

"If you use too much force with this, it looks fake."

Scene transition.

Lin'an, Zhejiang.

Four o'clock in the morning.

Old Bao and his son went into the bamboo forest with flashlights.

It was before dawn.

The only sound in the bamboo forest was the crunch of fallen leaves underfoot.

Old Bao squatted down and tested the ground with his toes.

He suddenly stopped.

"here."

The son took a hoe and dug through the yellow mud.

A bamboo shoot tip peeks out.

The bamboo shoots haven't been unearthed yet.

Old Bao said:

"It's old by the time it's unearthed."

"This is the perfect time to eat bamboo shoots."

The camera follows the hoe as it falls.

The soil was turned over.

A tender white bamboo shoot was taken out.

Old Bao rewrapped the bamboo shoot roots with yellow mud.

A narrator begins to speak.

"What the yellow mud retains is not only moisture, but also a very short period of freshness."

The barrage of comments exploded again.

"This is the first time I've ever seen bamboo shoots dug up like this."

"No wonder bamboo shoots are so expensive."

"Old Bao's eyesight is sharper than radar."

"It's old as soon as it's unearthed"—that's such a relatable phrase.

Next up is the kitchen.

The bamboo shoots were peeled open.

slice.

Heat the pan.

Sauté the salted meat in oil.

Add the bamboo shoot slices to the pot.

No complicated seasonings.

Only salt, a little soy sauce, and a handful of scallions.

As the steam rises from the wok, the camera zooms in.

The narration continues, "High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods."

"Gulp."

Countless viewers in front of their televisions swallowed hard at the same moment.

"Aaaaaah, I'm so hungry!!"

"This sentence is divine! From now on, it will be my cooking bible!"

"Director, please stop filming! My instant noodles don't taste good anymore!"