Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 463 - Chapter 463 463. Live Room Eating Melon_1

Chapter 463: 463. Live Room Eating Melon_1 Chapter 463: 463. Live Room Eating Melon_1 The live broadcast room had just opened when Zhang Yanping saw such comments rapidly streaming in. Glancing at Qiaoqiao and Seventh Uncle, eager to get started, he couldn’t help but sigh to himself–

How does that saying go?

One may plant flowers with care, but they do not always bloom; without intending to, willows grow and cast a cool shade.

Many people want to win the attention of their fans, maintain their loyalty, and even increase their sales conversion rate… Yet, no matter how hard they try, they can’t achieve it.

But this silly boy Qiaoqiao, he really is born with the fate of a celebrity!

He picked a good angle and set up his phone in the corner.

And on this side, the brewing lesson had begun.

Qiaoqiao’s expression was very serious.

After all, Seventh Uncle had said that truly good alcohol could cost tens to hundreds of thousands and might still not be obtainable, and Qiaoqiao, who was determined to support his sister, had to master this important skill!

So, brewing must be very difficult!

Thus, all he could do now was to say solemnly to the live broadcast room, “Kids, today Teacher Qiaoqiao is going to learn brewing, which is a very important technique. Everyone must practice a lot!”

“Teacher Qiaoqiao also has to be even more serious.”

As he spoke, his little face tensed, fists clenched, and he already stood atop the stack of sorghum with Seventh Uncle.

“What’s there to live stream about this…”

Seventh Uncle grumbled, failing to understand.

After thinking it over, he instructed Qiaoqiao, “Boil water, three pots.”

And the live broadcast room instantly buzzed with excitement–

[Wow, brewing!]

[Is the host going to reveal the secret recipe? Can we really learn this?]

[Sorghum brewing… I think my family knows how. There shouldn’t be any secret recipe, right?]

[No, look how serious the host is. When has our Teacher Qiaoqiao ever bragged?]

[It must be a secret recipe!]

[Okay, I’m recording the screen now, trying to capture every single detail!]

[Just sorghum, I can afford that. I’m going home to practice.]

So, the audience in the live broadcast room simply watched as the three pots of water came to a boil.

And you know what? They chatted with zest in the comments, not feeling the least bit bored.

It was then that the water finally boiled.

Seventh Uncle again commanded calmly: “Remove from heat, let the water cool down, pay attention to the temperature, cool it to about 75 degrees, that should be about right.”

Meanwhile, he also loaded the well-washed and dried sorghum into the tub specially purchased by Song Tan.

It was hot summer, and even if the kitchen was air-conditioned, it was still no match for the steam from the hot water. By the time the water temperature finally reached the 75 degrees that Seventh Uncle wanted, the expectant audience in the live broadcast room had already fallen into a deep slumber.

Now, Qiaoqiao was still very serious.

Then Seventh Uncle pointed at the two pots of water: “Take a clean ladle, soak all the sorghum with the hot water, stir until it’s even later on, then put on the sealing ring, and seal the lid tight.”

“Okay. So what do we do next?”

Qiaoqiao scooped the water and asked again.

“Next?”

Seventh Uncle felt a bit puzzled: “Next, we wait for it to soak for a day. But this is fresh sorghum… Well, watch the time, check it tomorrow morning at 9:00 by opening the lid.”

“Tomorrow morning?”

Qiaoqiao repeated, then glared at Seventh Uncle with a look of accusation: “We have to wait until tomorrow to proceed with the next steps?”

Seventh Uncle finally realized–he had forgotten to explain the process in advance… Alas, usually when he taught cooking, except for parts that needed to be marinated, everything was done in one go.

Now, it turned out to be a problem to teach according to the cooking process!

He could only smile awkwardly, “Brewing wine, well, it’s all about taking your time and being careful. You wait at the beginning, and you wait for the wine to come out later–nothing is achieved overnight, right?”

Qiaoqiao’s face fell in disappointment.

The live streaming audience: …

[Alright, I’ve learned something new, brewing takes waiting.]

[I’m in the supermarket, does that mean I should put down the sorghum I’m holding? Because I might not be interested by tomorrow.]

[Great, I should probably not buy it this time either.]

[This process is so fragmented, I’m afraid if I buy the sorghum and bring it home, tomorrow there will be some new material needed that I haven’t prepared for.]

…

Zhang Yanping, who was watching the live stream from the outside, was also a bit dumbfounded.

Nearly half an hour had passed, and there was no content in the live stream. Were they just going to end it like this?

He thought for a moment, then simply gestured to Qiaoqiao again, “Ask everyone if they want to go over to Grandpa’s and watch him weave grass mats?”

“We can also warm up the market for the grass mats in advance, which might result in more sales when they become available.”

Qiaoqiao didn’t fully understand what Zhang Yanping meant but it didn’t hinder his comprehension. He excitedly leaned into the camera again:

“Kids, we only learned part of the wine brewing today, but my grandpa is weaving grass mats, which will be on sale later–do you guys want to see it?”

After a brief silence, the live streaming room erupted with calls of want, want, want, want–

Zhang Yanping watched and couldn’t help nodding with satisfaction.

As for Qiaoqiao, he was quite interested–after all, he had never learned how to weave mats!

So with undiminished enthusiasm, he waved his hand and picked up the stand: “I’ll go now.”

…

Meanwhile, Grandma was helping Grandpa weave grass mats. In Grandpa’s courtyard, under the pitch-black shade cloth with two fans blowing vigorously, a group of elderly men and women sat chatting and weaving mats without delay.

But Song Youde was a cautious man. Having heard many cases before, this time when inviting folks into his courtyard for work, he made sure to tell them in advance:

“We’re here to work, and since it’s all seated work without moving around, if any of you have a sudden onset of any illness in this yard, we are not responsible, understand? You can’t use that as an excuse to blame people.”

“If that’s how you’re going to be, then I won’t be using anyone in the future.”

This was a good gig, and many of the elderly folks wanted in. He had only declined some because they lacked the skills!

“Look at what you’re saying!”

Wang Laotai from the same village was unhappy:

“If we blamed someone for that, could we even show our face in the village anymore?”

“Exactly!”

Everyone agreed, and thought Song Youde was getting pettier with age.

However, while Song Youde smiled on the outside, he inwardly mused: If someone really tried to extort a large sum of money and moved away to the city with their children, who would care about face in the village?

The morals of society are not what they used to be.

Anyway, he made the ugly part clear beforehand, and then he gave everyone some mixed-color straw to practice with to regain the feel. It didn’t take long for the standards to be set.

Now, a bunch of old men and women who hardly spoke to each other on ordinary days gathered together. With the addition of Grandma and Grandpa, Song Tan’s grandparents from another village, they could discuss customs from both villages in hundreds and thousands of words, and their spirits couldn’t be higher.

Especially since most of the old folks were hard of hearing, they spoke with booming voices. In the quiet and spacious summer village, their voices were particularly clear.

When Qiaoqiao entered with his cellphone stand, everyone in the courtyard was chatting animatedly, and the live streaming room could hear the commotion, giving the audience a taste of the local drama–

“Hey, do you know? When Old Zheng got married for the third time, where was his wife from?”