Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 405 - Chapter 405 405. Qiaoqiao shows you the house (2)_1

Chapter 405: 405. Qiaoqiao shows you the house (2)_1 Chapter 405: 405. Qiaoqiao shows you the house (2)_1 As the chatter continued, Qiaoqiao turned her camera and sure enough, saw a row of bamboo shelves set up in the corner of the courtyard.

Fluttering in the breeze atop the shelves were none other than rows and rows of dried long beans!

And on the cotton gauze drying nets below, layers of dried eggplants were lying neatly in rows.

Looking further into the corner, an old motorcycle was parked inside a small shed.

If they were to follow the suggestion from earlier in the livestream and pave a path with cobblestones, add a little bridge and flowing water, what would they do with the motorcycle?

Leave it outside the courtyard every day?

Sure enough, everyone fell silent.

At that moment, someone asked:

[Host, are you selling those dried long beans?]

[Forget it, I almost forgot, the host doesn’t answer questions. I’ll go to the Peach Treasure Shop and ask there.]

[Good idea! I’ll also inquire about the dried eggplants!]

In the time it took to say that sentence, the number of viewers in the live stream plummeted.

Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun had just finished preparing the copy for editing when they heard a string of notification sounds from the computer.

When they checked again, everyone’s questions were as neatly lined up as if someone had created multiple accounts–

[Host, are you selling those dried long beans?]

Zhang Yanping: …

Day after day, instead of studying hard, why are they so enthusiastic about eating?

…

The viewers who had left the live stream quickly swarmed back in.

Glancing at the screen again–

[Are we going into the kitchen now?]

[Yes, the host even showed us the exterior of the toilet.]

[This house viewing experience is so detailed!]

[Got it, I’m going back to my hometown to build one too.]

Qiaoqiao was introducing to everyone, “…Right now there’s nothing to eat in the kitchen; we had locust flower porridge in the morning, snow fungus soup before noon, and loofah egg drop soup for lunch. I don’t know what’s for dinner; Seventh Uncle hasn’t cooked yet.”

He sighed like a little grown-up, “Actually, I want to drink some mung bean soup… We also grow green beans and soybeans, but it will be several months before they’re ready.”

The camera quickly shifted to the beams again:

“Kids, isn’t the new kitchen big?”

The house was newly moved into, yet Seventh Uncle’s treasures were already hanging up there.

Cured ribs, bacon, dried fish, smoked fish… and a big ham along with some unnamed dried vegetables…

All were Seventh Uncle’s collectibles gathered over the years.

Now, looking at it, it was particularly impressive.

Then there was the stove, which Aunt Lianhua, the cleaning expert, had already scrubbed spotlessly clean.

Qiaoqiao sighed again, “The crispy rice from lunch was so fragrant; I didn’t have nearly enough. I really want to eat another piece–Kids, have you ever tried crispy rice? Crispy rice with fermented tofu is really delicious. Sister said that once the soybeans are harvested, she’ll make tofu for me and even prepare some fermented tofu…”

His childish nature jumped from topic to topic, but the netizens, apart from drooling, were reluctant to leave.

…

There wasn’t much to see in the kitchen and dining room, so Qiao quickly went out again and came to another room.

“Is it a bit dark in here? But don’t be scared, this is a special storage room built to be dry, cool, and well-ventilated.”

“Our family’s white fungus…” As the camera panned over, Qiaoqiao reacted, “Ah, it’s gone, we sold out this morning, and the new batch isn’t ready yet.”

“There are also several big fridges, all stuffed full–this one with meat, this one with vegetables. This one with buns, dumplings, wontons, this one with tea leaves…”

“They’re all in there, but it’s a pity you didn’t pay, so you can’t eat.”

[Here, here, here! Will that do if I pay? Just let me try a bite!]

[Host, don’t just talk! If you dare, provide the link.]

[Link, link!]

Qiaoqiao, however, didn’t look at all but found a corner with a bunch of large jars:

“This is sour cowpea, pickled by Seventh Uncle, so delicious, so delicious!”

“This one is pickled peppers, also made by Seventh Uncle, super spicy! But the kind of spicy that’s so addictive you want more.”

“And this, dug out from the corner of the field, a jar of baby ginger, Seventh Uncle said that it’s especially crunchy and yummy once pickled.”

“However, kids can’t sneak tastes, okay?”

“There are also dried chili peppers, ground chili powder, and pickled green chilies. Have you ever tried those?”

“The kind that can be eaten right after they’re pickled…”

The audience in the live stream went numb.

[Now I’m really hungry, I don’t know if I should keep watching]

[Streamer, please have mercy! Hold back the drool! If you go on, I’ll have to go out and buy myself a bib.]

[The person in front, drooling too much can make you look silly, you must resist]

[It’s just some sour cowpeas and pickled chilies, right? I can’t afford them, can’t I just go to the market?]

[Just woke up from a nap, stomach feeling a bit empty, and you show me this… The host is such a tease]

[I mean, slurp, why aren’t many of these items available in the Peach Treasure Shop–slurp]

[Do we even need to ask? Clearly, production can’t keep up]

…

The storeroom was still somewhat dim, and Qiaoqiao just took a quick look around before quickly returning to the main hall.

“Let me show you my new home.”

“This is the first floor, where dad, mom, grandpa, grandma, and eventually maternal grandma and grandpa will live.”

No one was in the living room, so Qiaoqiao bravely walked up to the sofa with her phone and suddenly flipped it open–

“Look, this is the sofa that sister and the designer chose, I think it’s so pretty! But mom says it gets dirty too easily, so we covered it with a bedsheet.”

He chuckled to himself: “I think the bedsheet looks even better. I want to use a bedsheet like this at night too–oh no,” he suddenly remembered, “Grandpa made me a mat out of cattail, I have to sleep on the mat.”

[Envious]

[I used to sleep on a mat, but now I find it uncomfortable; mats are not as cool as bamboo mats.]

[But in an air-conditioned room, a grass mat is perfect, not too cold.]

[Good quality grass mats are really expensive nowadays]

[Host, will the grass mat be listed for sale?]

[Nevermind, no use asking the host, I’ll go rush Peach Treasure Shop.]

[Am I the only one focusing on this bedsheet?]

[Me too]

[Me! No kidding, I think the host is quite right, even though the bedsheet is all colorful, it doesn’t seem tacky or flashy, it’s actually quite nice.]

[Right, especially when it’s matched with a minimalist style of home decor, it even has a finishing touch effect.]

[Looks like it’s not just me. I’m going to ask Peach Treasure Shop right now.]

[Let me tell you from experience, rough cotton sheets are really comfortable. They’re not hot or cold, you can wash them and mess them up however you like, and they don’t cling to sweat.]

[People who feel sticky and uncomfortable with a sweat in summer must give it a try.]

[I just checked Peach Treasure Shop, many stores are selling them. Prices range from forty to several hundred for a bed sheet.]

[First, I’ll ask the host’s family. This is my treasure trove shop; if they have it, I would never buy from someone else.]

[Same here.]

[Are you all that rich? Crying]

[Not really rich, it’s just that there are too many good things to resist…]

Qiaoqiao was oblivious to the commotion in the comments; she was now heading up the stairs:

“The second floor is sister’s room. Teacher Xin said that a girl’s privacy shouldn’t be shown to others, so we’re going straight to the third floor–Teacher Qiaoqiao’s room, which I can show you!”

[No kidding, our host may be childish, but he’s really well-behaved.]

[Looking at the brat next to me, I really want to smack him with a slipper.]

[Such upbringing is more outstanding than many supposedly normal-thinking people.]

[Teacher Qiaoqiao is the best!]