Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1067 - 1047. Sigh Sigh [Lots of Bullet Screens]

Chapter 1067: 1047. Sigh Sigh [Lots of Bullet Screens]

Others’ pain is beyond Qiaoqiao’s understanding; all he knows is that kids need to learn more skills.

At this moment, he excitedly said: "Quick, watch closely! It’s about to begin! Everyone must study hard, okay? Even if you can’t attend the pork feast, you can make it yourself and eat at home."

[??? Teacher, is that even human language?!]

[Okay, okay, you’re coming for me, huh!]

[Worker here crying buckets, I can’t afford a kitchen nor am I lucky enough to attend a pork feast!]

[Just a worker with a monthly salary of 3500 crying over his misery—who can understand my pain?!]

[This is Versailles in action, huh! Just say if you’re going or not!]

[Open up your notebook and study hard! After the New Year, you’ll have one more skill to put on your resume!]

[Um... um... Thanks, Teacher Qiaoqiao! There’s a good local job that needs someone with a food science background and cooking skills!]

[???]

[To continue from before—I ranked third in the written exam, but my resume mentions skills like pickling vegetables, cooking pumpkin vine, sun-drying sweet potato strips, stir-frying sour-long beans, and making fermented bean sauce...]

[Adding to that—oops! I got the offer! Ahhh bless you, Teacher Qiaoqiao!]

[...]

[Completely broken down here, guys. Others watch a livestream and land a job, while I get nothing—not even a bite of food!]

[What?! Learning more skills is actually useful? Teacher Qiaoqiao, wait for me—I’m grabbing my notebook!]

Making crispy leaf snacks is really simple: Crack the eggs into the flour one by one, then add black sesame seeds and salt, a tiny bit of water, and mix the flour into a crumbly texture.

Seventh Uncle was very concerned about this group of flustered old geezers, constantly reminding them: "Use very little water, pour it slowly... go easy on the water, easy! Otherwise, it’ll turn into batter!"

"Sigh, why are your hands already trembling at this age? I told you to use less water... not good, not good, add some more flour now."

"Two batches in crumbly texture; haven’t you seen what ’crumbly’ should look like? Really haven’t? Then... you just keep mixing first, and I’ll tell you when it’s okay."

"This one’s good, mixed nicely; now knead them into dough balls, however you like—doesn’t matter how you knead."

"Alright, alright, once your dough ball is done, you’re set. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and let the dough rest for 20 minutes."

[Hahahahaha, it’s like watching myself bungle through a task!]

[Oh dear, look at those rough hands—did they pull in the old grandpas from the village to help out?]

[I know this one! Grandpa, be bold—if the water’s too much, add more flour; if there’s too much flour, add water!]

[Exactly! With a bowl that big, you can add plenty more—no need to worry at all!]

[Oh dear, which family’s elder doesn’t know how to mix dough at such an old age? They’ve been pampered too much!]

The lively barrage of comments made people dream again of the bustling energy at a pork feast.

Meanwhile, Seventh Uncle paced back and forth, directing nonstop.

The grandpas fumbled nervously, glancing enviously at Xiaodu and his group outside scrubbing and washing—the kind of work that didn’t require much brain power seemed more appealing!

Nonetheless, with a skill that anyone could pick up from scratch, after some mishaps, everyone eventually succeeded.

Including Seventh Uncle and Qiaoqiao’s portion, there were six bowls neatly lined up on the long table, leaving Mr. Yang—who had the dull job of boiling water—jealous as he carried the boiling water out, feeling bitter while looking at his cheerful companions.

But his jealousy didn’t last long. While stoking the fire in the stove, he noticed a lone sweet potato lying in the corner!

Hehehe! This proves that tending the fire is a prime job—warm, easy, and comes with surprises!

Without a word, he shoved the sweet potato into the stove!

During the dough resting period, Qiaoqiao wandered outside the yard with his phone.

On the large expanse of concrete at the entrance, Brother Xiaodu crouched on the ground clutching a brush, scrubbing furiously at a big oval wooden tub that had been overturned—triggering a frenzy of reactions in the comments:

[Look at those back muscles, sisters! Did no one mention the perks of a pork feast before? Wailing over missed opportunities!]

[Oh my gosh, sisters, check out the one scrubbing the wooden board—what a perky butt!]

[That guy—just now pulling iron hooks out of the hot water barrel and cleaning them—look at those strong arms and slim waist! Aaaah, how is his body proportion so good?!]

[Alright, alright—such small-scale pork feasts, but soooo many premium looks. Have the guts to show us their faces, yeah?!]

[Teacher Qiaoqiao, be honest—are these guys back home for the holidays after working out in the city? Aaah, I’ll hop a train over tonight!]

[??? Someone threw their underwear at my head—there are ten thousand people watching, at least!]

[Could we chill a little, comrades? Aren’t there people who care about you on the internet?]

[Hiss... are the girls on the web all this bold and wild?]

[Timid in real life, uninhibited on the internet.]

[Hey, is nobody focusing on the tools? They look like stuff my family used when butchering pigs back in the day.]

[Exactly, I thought so too! That board being scrubbed—it’s a door panel, isn’t it?]

[And that big bathing bucket—it’s for holding hot water to dehair the pig, right?]

[??? Wait, is butchering pigs always this elaborate? Why dismantle door panels, though?]

[Because you use what’s available! Traditional rural wooden doors are easy to remove and super handy.]

[Aaah old-style, traditional pig slaughtering—Teacher Qiaoqiao! Please livestream this, ah!]

[Eh might not be possible to stream—it’s gory... though post-slaughter gutting could work.]

But Qiaoqiao paid absolutely no attention to the comments; he just strolled around the yard, explaining to everyone:

"This is the bathing bucket for pig slaughtering. Nowadays, only pork butchers still have them; most homes in the village have showers, so they don’t use this anymore."

"This wooden panel is what the pig slaughterer used traditionally; even after people built new houses, they kept it around. Now it’s brought back for this occasion..."

"This iron frame is used for hanging pigs to butcher and divide up. Look at those hooks—don’t they look fierce? Brother Xiaoqi just scalded them with hot water earlier."

He spoke and sighed: "Poor pig-pig... but my sister says that early in the morning on Laba, you feed the pig some glutinous rice wine from fermented grains before slaughter. They fall asleep after eating it, so they don’t feel pain or fear!"

[...]

[No surprise here—it’s you, Teacher Qiaoqiao. Poor pig-pig, yet why is it so delicious anyway, wailing!]

[They fall asleep before slaughter—mixed feelings, but that’s pretty good.]

[I’ve seen pigs struggle and suffer—they really are better off falling asleep.]

[Glutinous rice wine is still... ahhh as an alcoholic, I envy even the pig!]

[Er... there’s no need for the previous commenter to volunteer their own flesh—no human meat here, thanks.]

[Hiss, the scene’s getting bloody in my head—but seriously, is the pork on sale?!]

[Argh argh argh—why is it not me attending the pork feast?!]

[Um... just an FYI to everyone, our Pork Feast Squad is officially off the train at the high-speed station, ha ha ha ha!]

[Aaah dog thief, prepare to die!]

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