Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 506 - Chapter 506 506. Mukbang and Tea_1

Chapter 506: 506. Mukbang and Tea_1 Chapter 506: 506. Mukbang and Tea_1 The milk mantou was exquisite, about the size of a palm for two. Xiaojiang and his assistant devoured one in just a few bites, finding it both immensely satisfying and hard to let go.

It wasn’t until the final struggle that the assistant managed to scrape the bottom of the bottle with a mantou. Both of them found their appetites growing as they slurped their scalding tongues and eventually came back to their senses.

Huh, what were they supposed to live stream tonight?

Then they looked at the barrage of comments–

[Forget it, whether I buy sauce or order takeout, my wallet’s going to take a hit either way.]

[Xiaojiang didn’t say anything, but it’s as if he said everything.]

[So delicious that the brothers might fight over it, you mean I should definitely buy two bottles, right?]

[I don’t believe it anymore–Xiaojiang, if you dare to deceive me this time, I will definitely unfollow you next time.]

[Wuwuwu, the poor soul sheds tears of sorrow, why is it so expensive?]

Xiaojiang: …

Assistant: …

Oh, they were supposed to do an unboxing and review tonight.

Well, since that’s the case, might as well go for broke.

Xiaojiang had become numb to it.

“Hiss ha… hiss ha…” He tried to maintain his composure and dignity, breathing lightly and slowly. His face and the tip of his nose were still flushed, and his forehead still warm, retaining that burning sensation.

But… how to describe it?

With his decades of eating experience, he couldn’t accurately describe the flavor of the green pepper beef sauce. The only two simple words in his mind that came close were–

Delicious.

The team behind the camera was watching them, having reminded them several times without success. Now their eyes seemed to be shooting flames.

They shook the cue card in their hands angrily afterward.

Xiaojiang glanced at the word “Plan” and decided to botch it:

“Friends, this sauce is good, worth buying. It’s just a bit spicy, I wouldn’t recommend it to those who can’t handle spice, it might be too much. If you get hemorrhoids, I’m not responsible.”

Xiaojiang spoke as if it was nothing, and the assistant beside him couldn’t help but sniffle again.

Xiaojiang: …

He had a feeling, whether it was an illusion or not, that the assistant was botching it even faster and more thoroughly than he was.

He sighed with relief, and then–okay, to change the subject, he couldn’t remember the rest of his lines.

Cue cards had already been raised several times–

[Pros and cons!][Praise before criticism]!!!

But Xiaojiang ignored it all, simply setting aside the empty jar of beef sauce.

Through the camera, one could see that not a scrap was left inside, only some residual oil that hadn’t been completely cleaned out.

Their struggle had been too urgent, with the assistant wolfing down hungrily, plus the shortage of mantou… hence the extra traces.

But no one actually cared.

Xiaojiang, unperturbed, went on to open a sealed tea bag:

“We just reviewed the green pepper beef sauce, which was a bit dry, so it’s a good time to try this tea.”

“The seller says it comes with a non-woven bag, which you can put in your closet or car as a scent bag–of course, I can understand that, because this fragrance is particularly pleasant. Once you smell it, you’re not likely to forget it.”

“It’s not the kind of tea aroma everyone imagines…”

He stalled again.

In the end, Xiaojiang and his assistant simply looked at each other and summarized: “Anyway, trust me! You’ll know once you smell it for yourself after buying it.”

“Come on, let’s review the taste of it brewed tonight,” he said, sighing, “50 bucks per gram…”

“Friends, that’s to say, there’s a reason I fight against fakes, right? For a tea without a brand or special geographical advantage, it’s really quite ordinary!”

“And yet, the price is set at the standards of top quality!”

The dark green dry tea with a hint of white fluff was poured into the crystal-clear glass cup, while the kettle beside it was whistling as it heated the water.

Xiaojiang started to read the details live–

“It’s said to be a fine tippy tea, which should be brewed with water around 70 degrees Celsius. Luckily, my smart kettle can maintain a specific temperature… The instructions also recommend against drinking tea after 5 p.m. because it’ll make you spirited and restless throughout the night…”

“Coincidentally, I’m a night owl! And aren’t we in the middle of a live stream? We need to be as alert as possible!”

Xiaojiang was beside himself with joy.

Having just consumed carbohydrates, he was somewhat drowsy, and the tea was refreshingly invigorating–a delight.

He prattled on as he brewed the tea.

At the moment the hot water met the tea leaves, a serene fragrance wafted silently through the air.

By the time they noticed it, they had already subconsciously taken a deep breath, intoxicated by the fresh scent.

Barrage of comments: …..

[…Seriously, does selling tea count as a mukbang?]

[Is it really that fragrant?]

[Damn it, Xiaojiang is definitely in the wrong lane! If he did mukbangs, he’d be a top influencer by now.]

[Just–green chili sauce is delicious enough, and now tea leaves are this good too?]

[Take a sip and tell us about the taste, what about the aftertaste?]

[Hurry up and drink!]

Xiaojiang felt like his soul had ascended.

It took him a while to put down the kettle before he exclaimed sincerely, “It really smells amazing. I can see why people use this for car and wardrobe air fresheners. Once you’ve smelled this scent, you probably won’t be impressed by any other tea on the market.”

Barrage of comments: …..

[He seems to be praising it]

[Are you apologizing? Why so euphemistic?]

[Xiaojiang, why are you so limited in vocabulary tonight?]

[Xiaojiang, are you being forced?]

[You’re hyping it up so much tonight, but what about the actual taste? And don’t you also need to check the shape and color of the tea leaves?]

This time, Xiaojiang saw the comments.

He gave a wry smile, “I’m not a tea-tasting professional. I don’t really understand how to judge the shape and color of the tippy tea. If I tried to do a review now, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?”

“Let’s just start with the most basic taste. But as you all know, I don’t normally drink tea, so if this tea doesn’t agree with me–”

He was halfway through his sentence when he looked over at his assistant, who was eagerly eyeing the tea, and suddenly talked to himself:

“With such fragrant tea, there’s no way it wouldn’t suit me, right?”

“If it doesn’t, then the problem must be with me.”

The assistant sniffed beside him, nodding vigorously like a little dog, and then hesitantly asked:

“Brother Xiaojiang, can I have half a cup of the tea?”

Xiaojiang’s lips had barely moved to say ‘no problem,’ when the waft of tea fragrance made him freeze mid-sentence. Looking at his assistant’s eager eyes, he could only beat around the bush:

“Well… you know… the thing is… right, this tea is energizing. You’re still young; drinking tea at night affects sleep and might stunt your growth…”

The assistant: …..

He said gloomily, “Brother Xiaojiang, did you forget? I’m actually a month older than you.”

Xiaojiang: …..

He became embarrassed and annoyed, “If you’re older than me, why do you still call me Brother Xiaojiang?”

The assistant also felt wronged, “But you’re my boss, right? Isn’t that worth something? I just ended up calling you Brother Xiaojiang.”