Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1062 - 1042. Long-awaited live stream

Chapter 1062: 1042. Long-awaited live stream

Winter arrived, and Qiaoqiao became much less diligent about live streaming.

As a responsible teacher, since there wasn’t much to teach the kids, he naturally wouldn’t hold meaningless lessons.

After all, cucumbers and watermelons from the greenhouses had already been covered before. They were no longer novel, and the hills and fields seemed devoid of anything fresh and exciting.

Nowadays, a trip to the local market was a rare lively occasion, with countless food options. They said kids in big cities couldn’t experience such markets—how pitiful!

Teacher Qiaoqiao finally picked up his role as an educational streamer, holding his phone up as he entered the streaming room.

The unsuspecting viewers who received the stream notification:

???

Damn, it’s been half a month since the last stream! Just wait and see how the viewers’ resentment will flood the chat!

[I’m here! I’m here! Teacher, don’t you care about the kids’ exam results anymore?!]

[Exactly! How long has it been since you taught us properly? Don’t slack off just because it’s the end of the year and people are quitting jobs like crazy! Help us improve our skills, please!]

[Waaaah, it’s finally live again!]

[Ahhh, I just opened my phone, and look what I stumbled upon!]

[Let me see what the streamer’s been up to behind my back these days.]

[Before following you, I heard you streamed every day. After I followed, half a month went by with just one stream... Scumbag.]

[Streamer, do you know you almost made it to the hot search recently?]

[Teacher Qiaoqiao, pull yourself together! Look at you, you participated in the sales exhibition, and you didn’t even make it to the hot search.]

[Qiao Baobao! Baobao, look at Auntie! Auntie took a photo with you at the Imperial City exhibition last time, do you remember?!]

[Oh my, I was wondering who was bragging about it in the group chat! She even said she tasted a super delicious strawberry...]

[Radish, radish, radish, radish—say it ten thousand times, are you selling radishes?]

[Please, radish is durable for storage and has a big yield. Sell some, will you? It seriously tastes so good!]

[Ughhhh, I barely managed to snag one of those gifted radishes, and my mom thought it was just a regular one and peeled it all to eat—wuuu wuuu wuuu.]

The streaming room only lagged for a brief moment after opening, and then waves of comments and messages flooded in.

Never before had it been this lively, to the point where the entire screen was filled with rapidly scrolling text in all colors.

If other streamers saw this, they’d surely be ecstatic—what does this mean? Absolute popularity and strong fan engagement!

But Qiaoqiao had no clue about any of this. He was busy squeezing through the crowd, finally making his way in, and pointing his camera toward the outlet of a rice-pressing machine.

Meanwhile, on the streaming platform.

It wasn’t just the viewers. The rural lifestyle streamer "It’s Corn, Baby," who had just started a selling session, saw his live stream audience numbers drop dramatically, leaving him bewildered.

Like, isn’t it perfectly normal for village streamers to sell stuff? If you don’t want to watch, don’t watch, but why not even say goodbye before leaving en masse?

Panic ensued!

Rumor had it that some streamers used to have spiritual energy and fans, but after signing with MCN companies whose sole focus was making money, their style suffered, and their popularity plummeted.

He had only signed his contract recently; could he really be so unlucky already?

Having just reached one million followers, the streamer hurriedly asked his assistant, "What’s going on? Didn’t your company’s big data analyze this product selection? How could the data be so off?"

The assistant was equally dumbfounded.

An entire live-stream team had been mobilized for this selling session, and now the audience number had suddenly plunged by a quarter—in less than ten minutes!

What went wrong?

Even the assistant started to panic, let alone the streamer himself.

Back over here, oblivious to all this, Qiaoqiao jubilantly held his phone, pointing the camera toward the machine coated in black soot.

Without a microphone, he had to shout loudly in the bustling crowd:

"Kids, today I’m showing you how to press rice stalks! This stuff is soooo tasty, fragrant and sweet!"

Accompanied by bursts of steam and the rumbling of the machine, very soon, a snow-white, piping-hot, and soft strand was squeezed out. In the frigid air, its rising heat was visible to the naked eye.

A wave of aroma hit, only to be dispersed by the cold wind before quickly permeating the surroundings.

The fresh and sweet scent of rice lingered, drawing an ever-growing crowd closer.

Since only a small piece of rice stalk had just been pressed, the aroma wasn’t overwhelmingly strong yet. People simply muttered among themselves:

"Whoa, haven’t had this in years! Why does this rice stalk smell so good? Let’s buy some!"

"Childhood memories aren’t just sentimental—they genuinely look delicious!"

"Seems like they’re making a huge batch—how about you hold our spot in line while I run back home to get some rice?"

"Don’t bother; there are finished ones on the tricycle there. We can just buy those directly."

"No way. You don’t get it—they don’t use good rice for the premade ones. Homemade rice makes the stalks heavier, sweeter, and whiter..."

The crowd’s discussion grew more fervent, with many unable to resist the urge to buy some immediately. The wife in this husband-and-wife operation stood off to the side, catching a whiff of the aroma herself. She froze, unable to help reflecting:

Could our rice really be that bad?

Bad enough that smelling the good rice from someone else makes it seem heavenly and otherworldly ...

The wife felt increasingly conflicted.

But as people began pulling out money to buy the ready-made ones, her curiosity was soon overtaken by her desire to make sales.

She calmly waited for the soft rice stalk to grow longer, then gave Qiaoqiao a nod:

"Alright, hold the bag open."

Qiaoqiao had just spread the bag open when the wife shifted her position. Her iron grip latched onto one end of the rice stalk, showing no concern for the heat.

With a quick forward motion of her arm and a firm tug of her wrist, she effortlessly broke the soft, hot stalk into segments while it still had its pliable texture.

The rice stalk solidified rapidly in the air, while the sweet rice aroma grew even richer and lingered longer.

Holding the bag open with both hands, Qiaoqiao now let Xiaozu take over the phone. But this didn’t dampen his enthusiasm at all. Instead, he bobbed his head in excitement:

"Kids, I’m pressing rice stalks right now! It’s so much fun! And we’re using our own rice—it smells amazing!"

After saying this, he let out a regretful sigh:

"My sister’s classmates all came over to harvest rice at home this year. I want to hold a harvest party with my classmates too... But my sister said it would be too hard for you kids, and you might not finish your homework."

"So, we’ve changed it to the upcoming killing pigs feast instead!"

"Kids coming to the killing pigs feast, have you bought tickets yet?"

Saying this was a mistake—the crowd had managed to forget about it.

Now, with such a lively scene and the date of the feast so close, they were suddenly reminded of not having been able to secure spots...

In an instant, the streaming room was awash with tears, an unstoppable tide of comments rolling through.

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