Playing the Eighth Route Army, the system is forcing this on me?

Urwa Urwa.

And so, amidst the wailing of sirens...

Yi Zheng, Commander Xue, and Captain Wang were escorted to a police car, one on each side.

The pot of chicken soup, which was considered the "core evidence," was also carefully packed up and taken away.

Captain Liu is indeed a veteran police officer; he is meticulous and thoughtful.

Fearing that the overpowering aroma might cause a "flood" in the enclosed car, they specially brought two large insulated containers.

He poured the chicken soup into one of the buckets, then put that bucket into another, larger bucket, like a nesting doll, effectively blocking out the aroma of the chicken soup.

Seeing the three people being taken away in a police car just for drinking chicken soup, everyone else on set had a string of question marks on their foreheads.

Director Ning, a veteran director who has been making films for so many years, had never seen such a scene before.

You're saying Yi Zheng used illegal drugs? This is truly the first time I've seen a police car use two insulated containers to hold evidence!

See you soon.

After finishing all that, everyone got into the car.

The last young police officer to board the vehicle dragged a German Shepherd police dog that was half his height, his face full of helplessness.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

The once majestic police dog is now dehydrated from drooling too much!

He was lying on the ground, unable to move.

isn't it?

The police dogs got so hungry they became dehydrated?

This chicken soup for the soul even got the approval of a dog's nose!

Then everyone realized that when Yi Zheng came to play the chef, they all looked down on him.

Now it seems this guy really does have some skills!

Urwa Urwa.

The police car sped away with its sirens blaring, becoming a tiny dot in everyone's sight.

Li Sisi stood at the back of the crowd, silently watching the direction in which the police car disappeared.

She didn't look at her phone, nor did she have time to pay attention to the barrage of comments that had completely exploded in the live stream.

This arrest was completely different from the previous impromptu police response.

That was a planned and premeditated action.

She could clearly see that the officers at the front all had a small cloth bag for feeding children hanging on their chests.

Clearly, they came with thorough preparations.

The police car drove away, but the almost living fragrance lingered on the set for a long time.

On the octagonal table, only the empty bowl that Yi Zheng had drunk dry and the lonely lid of the casserole remained.

The air was silent for three seconds.

It's unclear who was the first to react, but they let out a mournful howl.

"pot!"

"The bottom of the pot!"

In an instant, several supporting actors who were nearby surrounded them.

"It's mine! Don't take it!"

"I'll go in first! I'll go first!"

"Get out of my way! I'm the main character!"

The stagehands, lighting crew, prop masters, and even the young lady who was just covering her mouth and giggling were now acting like madmen, reaching out for the casserole pot without any regard for anything else.

The table was pushed around and tilted, and chairs were overturned everywhere.

A lighting technician who was usually quiet and unassuming suddenly unleashed astonishing strength, shoving aside his colleague as his fingers touched the edge of the casserole dish.

"Hehe, it's mine!"

He wore a perverted grin.

But the next second, a greasy hand reached out from the side and shoved him aside.

It's that fat chef.

Taking advantage of his size, he protected the casserole like a wall, arms crossed, looking down at the group of crazy guys.

"Don't move!"

The cook's shout was full of energy.

Everyone was stunned by him and stopped what they were doing.

The fat cook ignored them and carefully picked up the casserole.

He took a deep breath, brought his face close to the pot, closed his eyes, as if he were savoring some exquisite wine.

Everyone held their breath.

A moment later, the fat chef opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion, shock, and disbelief.

"No...this isn't right..."

He muttered to himself.

"What's wrong? Is there still more than half a pot left?" an actor asked anxiously.

The fat chef shook his head, tilted the casserole over, and showed the bottom of the pot to everyone.

The pot was completely empty, with only a few drops of broth remaining.

But even these few drops of soup still exude an aroma that makes one's soul tremble.

That's not what I meant.

The fat cook pointed at the spotless pot, his voice trembling.

"Look, there's nothing in this pot!"

Everyone crowded around to take a look, and sure enough, it was true.

The inside of the casserole was spotless, except for a few specks of solidified white grease; there wasn't even a scallion or a slice of ginger to be found.

"Clear water...is it really just plain boiled chicken?"

The fat cook's face jiggled. Having worked as a cook his whole life, the sight before him truly made him question his existence.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could plain water possibly produce such a fragrance? This is not scientifically possible!"

He dipped his finger into the broth on the side of the pot and put it in his mouth.

The next second, he froze completely.

Two streams of hot tears welled up unexpectedly from his eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his fat.

"It smells so good... Waaaaah..."

He choked up, like a 200-pound child.

Director Ning, who had been behind the monitor with a dark expression, also came over at this moment.

Looking at the chaotic film set and the cook wailing and crying over a broken pot, he was furious.

"What are you yelling about! It's just a pot of props!"

Director Ning scoffed at the cook.

The behavior of Captain Wang and Commander Xue during filming had already infuriated him enough.

Now, seeing even a background actor playing a cook acting strangely, Director Ning was furious.

"You're all talk, you make it sound so amazing."

As he spoke, he glanced casually at the pot.

hiss!

A lingering fragrance drifted over.

Like an invisible little hand, it gently scratched his nasal cavity.

Director Ning hadn't finished speaking.

Slip.

A clear, uncontrollable sound came from his own mouth.

"Holy shit?"

"It smells so good!"

"It really does smell good!"

Damn it, if I had known this guy could really cook, I would have given Old Feng more screen time in the script!

Director Ning realized what was happening and slapped his thigh repeatedly.

Everyone thought Yi Zheng could only play Japanese soldiers, but who knew he could play a cook so well!

Just as I was thinking this, the whole group of people started fighting over a clay pot.

Looking at Li Sisi's live stream, the chat on the phone screen had completely gone crazy.

[Host! Where's the host? Hurry up and link this! I'll offer three thousand! No, five thousand! I just want to taste this soup that was taken away by the police!]

[Are you crazy? Upstairs, this is contraband! I'll offer eight thousand!]

This is a real-life Breaking Bad movie!

Please! Even the pot will do! I'd even lick the bottom of the pot!

However, Li Sisi's thoughts were not on the live stream at all.

She simply stood there quietly, gazing at the end of the asphalt road where the police car had long since disappeared.