Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1002 - 982. Cruel Indifference

Chapter 1002: 982. Cruel Indifference

Host Song Qiaoqiao from the "Brutal Challenge Zone," coldly and heartlessly ignored everyone else’s suffering and instead led them to the outside of the greenhouse.

"Hey kids, look at our greenhouse. Isn’t it huge!"

How could the painfully mistreated fans respond?

They could only keep praising:

[Yes yes yes, good good good, big big big]

[Yes yes yes, good good good, not selling watermelons, big big big]

[Yes yes yes, good good good, not selling strawberries...]

[LOL, stop it! The host won’t see it anyway. The greenhouse is indeed big.]

[Judging by the proportions and the angle of the phone camera, it looks like this greenhouse covers over two acres...]

[Wow! Even growing crops attracts math geniuses. Master math and science, roam the world and find your people.]

[Wait, is there only one greenhouse?]

By this time, Qiaoqiao had already stepped inside and took a deep breath: "Kids, can you smell it? The strawberries smell amazing!"

The bullet chat went silent.

Nobody felt like talking.

Only a few people tried to preserve their fragile dignity:

[One day, I’m going to buy a phone that can smell!]

Following behind her, Zhang Yanping crunched loudly on a carrot, glanced at the bullet comments, and thought his original plan was spot-on. Qiaoqiao abuses her fans daily yet still commands loyalty—how could this not warrant a high signing bonus?

But Qiaoqiao cheerfully pointed the camera at the cucumber trellis on the outermost edge: "Look, these are cucumber flowers... wow, there’s a giant cucumber down there! Tonight, I want cold cucumber salad!"

"Over here is chili peppers. You guys probably saw them back in summer, right? Let’s review their flowers again: small, white, super cute, aren’t they?"

"And here, here! Here are cherry tomatoes! Look how red and sweet they are, with a hint of tartness. Bite into one, and it’s all juice. So delicious, huh?"

"And over here, these are big tomatoes. This one’s ripened red, its inside is full of juice and soft, meaty pulp... the skin is so thin. Kids, let me press on it to show you—"

"Look, it’s fully ripe! When you press, it’s a little soft. This kind doesn’t last long, so I’m going to pick it now and eat it."

The bullet chat erupted with wails louder than Dou E’s:

[What sin have I committed?! Watching this while starving!]

[If I’m guilty, I’ll order delivery! Not watch a live stream while my delivery gets delayed!]

[Ahhh old-school tomatoes!! Tangy and sweet with sandy flesh!]

[Tears and cravings—haven’t had sandy tomatoes in years! Nowadays, they’re all crunchy and firm, can last a whole month without spoiling.]

[Well, crunchy thick-skinned tomatoes are convenient for transport and storage, bigger market demand...]

[I could eat a whole bowl of cherry tomatoes! Why don’t you sell them? Punching the floor crying]

[Cucumbers... winter’s juicy cucumbers, the host’s cucumbers...]

[Wait a minute! Am I the only one who noticed—are all these varieties in one greenhouse?!]

[Host, you’re absurd! Is building more greenhouses a crime? Why grow so few tasty things...]

[Before entering the greenhouse: wow, big space. Inside: Host, you’re so evil, stuffing them all together!]

To be fair, the greenhouse wasn’t overcrowded. The crops were staggered, allowing for great ventilation. But alas, the audience refused to accept this!

If one vegetable occupied one greenhouse, they could still fantasize about snagging some leftovers.

But with so many kinds crammed into one greenhouse... dreams shattered! Who could handle this, sob sob sob...

Especially since Host Qiaoqiao was gleefully biting into a tomato, its juice and sandy pulp visibly smearing her face!

Dammit, now they were even hungrier!

The tomato was polished off in a couple of bites. She licked the juice from her lips, unaware she still had bits stuck to her cheek. Then, cheerfully, she moved to the strawberries:

"Look! These are our strawberries!"

"Don’t they smell wonderful? With a scent that’s both like strawberries and yellow peaches—I think the aroma is super super nice and the taste is super super delicious!"

[Sob sob sob, my phone’s broken and I can’t smell it]

[White strawberries! White strawberries! White strawberries!!! White strawberries are easier to transport—shouting a hundred times!]

[There’s red ones! Deep red ones, I see them! Ahhhh I want them now, time to place an order for strawberries]

[Local strawberries are $6.98 a pound. Host, I’ll pay $68 a pound—sell me some?]

[These white strawberries are huge. The biggest one looks like it’s 50 grams or more.]

[From my experience, large strawberries usually don’t taste good—they tend to be hollow.]

[Absolutely, giant strawberries tend to be hollow. Alpine strawberries taste better. Host, I recommend growing alpine ones.]

[Your experience and mine probably differ from the host’s...]

[Alpine strawberries lack visual appeal—small, not red enough, don’t sell well.]

[Does the host even need to worry about selling though?]

Since plenty of strawberries were ripe, there was enough for everyone to eat. So, Qiaoqiao didn’t pick any—she hadn’t brought tools anyway! Plus, she had just eaten a tomato, and Zhang Yanping was satisfied from crunching on his massive carrot.

Meanwhile, the live chat audience cried even louder:

[Host, you’ve changed! You used to eat in front of us!]

[I must be crazy. Watching the host eat hurts me. Watching them NOT eat hurts me even more.]

[Host, take one bite! Let us pseudo-eat through you!]

[What kind of willpower lets you resist eating strawberries right in front of you?!]

Qiaoqiao checked the time and cheerfully exclaimed: "Brother Yanping, we’ve been streaming for an hour and a half!"

Bullet chat: ...

...

Meanwhile, in Imperial City, Lun Chuan had just received a message from Song Tan:

[Do you have time on January 3rd? I’ll bring you two boxes of strawberries.]

Lun Chuan: ...

To say he didn’t want them would be a lie—who wouldn’t want strawberries? But to admit he wanted them meant the sender might actually come to Imperial City. If they met face-to-face...

He hesitated for a second, hadn’t replied yet, when the other person sent another message: [I was also planning to bring you a few bags of cow and sheep manure, but it’s inconvenient. Next time then.]

Lun Chuan grew anxious—why inconvenient? Using sheep manure as base fertilizer for potted plants in winter would make spring flowers grow exceptionally vibrant! He often bought it online!

Thinking it over, he couldn’t be too direct. Opting for a more subtle approach, he replied: "You’re coming to Imperial City?"

Song Tan was selecting strawberry packaging boxes at the moment. She glanced at her phone and casually replied: "Yeah, there’s a competition in Imperial City early next month. Our vegetables and fruits are entered, so I’ll be there."

"But I’ll be bringing quite a lot of stuff. I’m worried about whether the rental car’s trunk can fit it all, so I’ll bring the manure fertilizer when you come over for the pig feast yourself."

Renting a car, huh...

Lun Chuan thought of the SUV collecting dust in his garage.

But in the end, he said nothing and simply replied: "Alright, thank you."

Additionally, he opened his contact list and sent over a few recommendations: [Here are some reputable car rental companies in Imperial City; their rates are reasonable.]

[Also, the drivers these companies work with have over 15 years of driving experience in Imperial City. If you need to rent a car with a driver, their route planning will be incredibly efficient.]

At the very least, more convenient than someone like him who rarely goes out.