Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 520 - Chapter 520 I love you. The summer tea session ends_1

Chapter 520: I love you. The summer tea session ends_1 Chapter 520: I love you. The summer tea session ends_1 It’s worth mentioning that the 30,000 yuan isn’t the total income, but what can be distributed into Qiaoqiao’s hands.

Song Tan thought for a moment, “He hasn’t live-streamed very many times, has he? And there wasn’t anything particularly sensational in the content, so how could the income be so high?”

Since he started live-streaming in March, on the outside, it’s been four months, and each month he just scraped by with the minimum required streaming hours…

That averages out to eight thousand a month!

Zhang Yanping had already quickly opened the detailed data and after careful analysis, said, “Qiaoqiao’s tips aren’t large individually; he doesn’t have any wealthy fans. The top tipper only contributed a total of 1,700 yuan, which really isn’t much in the live-streaming world.”

“Instead, it’s those one-yuan and one-mao ones that add up the most, but… there are a lot of them.”

He flipped through the income trajectory:

“And that time he co-streamed with Xiaojiang, the tips from that single event almost reached 5,000 yuan.”

Song Tan reflected, “No wonder Xiaojiang, a perfectly competent streamer, chose to go the route of chasing trends–these days, hyping things up really can earn money!”

And then looking at Qiaoqiao–chasing trends?

Forget it, forget it, this money is purely an unexpected joy. Qiaoqiao is quite happy with teaching now, so just let it be. We don’t lack this at home.

As everyone delved into the finer details, Qiaoqiao watched on the side with eager eyes, “Is it enough? Is it enough? Is it enough for a vacation?”

“Enough,” Song Tan nodded repeatedly. “More than enough–wow, our Qiaoqiao is now an adult who can earn money, impressive!”

But Zhang Yanping shook his head in refusal, “We don’t need Qiaoqiao’s money. If people found out, how could I show my face…”

He might be lazy and take advantage where he can, but to use a kid’s money? That’s just not done.

He then looked at Song Tan with a mischievous grin, “Tantan, taking Qiaoqiao is fine. If you want to reimburse the expenses, that’s your call, if not, no big deal, I can make my own plans. Anyway, we can’t use his money–right, Teacher Xin?”

He spends every day with Xin Jun, and they know each other inside out–this guy, he really isn’t short of money!

Besides, big guys like us don’t need to spend much on a vacation. It’s not like we need Qiaoqiao’s money for it.

“Why not?”

Qiaoqiao looked at Zhang Yanping with a hurt expression. “Is the money I earned not enough? Why is it shameful to use my money?”

Zhang Yanping: …

After pondering for a while, he had no choice but to explain to Qiaoqiao, “Because you are still young. It just feels really embarrassing for adults to use money earned by a child to go on vacation.”

“What’s the big deal?” Qiaoqiao said, unconcerned. “I’m an adult now, too. It’s just that my sister says there’s still a little baby living in my heart, so if I don’t tell anybody, nobody will know.”

“Besides, I like Brother Yanping and Teacher Xin. The TV says that spending money on people you like is a happy thing!”

biu–

Zhang Yanping clutched his chest. In an instant, he was hit by the deadly strike of sincerity, tears welling up in his tiger eyes as he was moved:

“Qiaoqiao…”

Even Xin Jun was momentarily stunned, before starting to smile.

“Alright!”

Zhang Yanping declared gravely, “Then we’ll be blessed by Qiaoqiao’s fortune and take a business trip for our vacation!”

Xin Jun, who was by his side, pondered and then said, “Teacher Xin also thanks Qiaoqiao. When we return from the vacation, I’ll give Qiaoqiao a gift.”

The candid thoughts of a child are truly hard to resist–next time, they would get him a set of Ultraman!

…

However, before they could finalize their travel plans, the online store was about to delist a product.

Early that day, Zhou Maozhu brought over the newly roasted dry tea.

Roasting tea leaves is essentially like this. Tea is picked during the day, and at night it has to be roasted overnight–it’s essentially a reversal of day and night.

But now the weather is too hot, and the tea buds are slightly flaccid, not as plump as when the spring rain is plentiful, which is why there’s also much less tea being picked.

Zhou Maozhu now starts work in the evening and is generally done by about ten o’clock. His wife helps with tasks like picking out leaves… They can usually go to bed around midnight, which means they’re working much fewer hours than usual.

“Sancheng,” he said as he arrived, with the mountain dew still undissipated and the morning’s warm breeze carrying a damp heat that somehow made him look exceptionally sprightly:

“This summer tea is getting increasingly bitter. I think we should take advantage of the hot weather and prune them now.”

After such pruning, by the time autumn tea comes, a new batch of tea leaves with a rather rich flavor could grow.

And by next spring, the height and growth state of the tea plants would also be at their best–without affecting the most precious and brief spring tea.

He showed the newly roasted dry tea to Song Sancheng.

Once the plastic bag was opened, a pungent tea aroma quickly spread, and within this scent, the fragrance of the charcoal fire and the fresh aroma with a bitter aftertaste were also easily discernible.

But… it must be said, it smelled quite good, even more so than the spring tea.

If you’re accustomed to drinking tea, you might find the summer tea has a richer flavor and is more durable for multiple infusions.

Song Sancheng also pinched a small amount to brew and watched as the dark green, slender dry tea leaves quietly unfolded in the water.

Upon careful sniffing, the scent that hit the nose was not that of the damp brew characteristic of spring days, but one with a lingering bitterness, as if a hint of sweetness could be discerned amidst that bitterness.

When he took another sip–

“Indeed, this bitterness is much stronger, and it takes a long time for the sweetness to return.”

While it was still delicious, if you’re not used to the taste of tea, you might find it hard to accept.

Zhang Yanping also came over to try a cup: “Indeed–but it doesn’t affect sales. This batch of summer tea is selling well with lots of positive reviews.”

Song Sancheng was puzzled: “Do they all prefer the taste with a more pronounced bitterness?”

“No.”

Zhang Yanping explained: “Our tea sachets are not purchased to perfume clothes or to place in cars, right? With the recent heat, the previous long-lasting sweetness, although refreshing, doesn’t quite fit the season, according to comments from new customers. But this bitterness seems to convey a sense of summer more.”

Song Sancheng: … What sense of summer?

But he shook his head too: “Whatever sense it is, the summer tea indeed needs to be pruned. If we don’t do it now, the autumn tea won’t grow well later.”

Zhang Yanping instantly felt disappointed: “We’re pruning already? We don’t have much stock left, and if we delist now, there really won’t be much left to sell in the store.”

Song Sancheng was also reluctant, but the pruning had to be done every year–there was no other way!

If they didn’t prune in the summer, the tea plants would grow too tall by autumn. When it came time to harvest the White Dew Tea, not only would the buds be thin and wiry, but their height would also be affected, to say nothing of the next year…

Zhou Maozhu also felt a momentary loss–there goes a few hundred a day!

But then he laughed again: “It’s fine.”

After all, tea plants grow quickly; in a month or two, they’d be ready again, like giving oneself a break.

Especially since the weather was too hot, even the nights were somewhat unbearable. Roasting tea in the heat was torturous, and his household wasn’t wealthy enough to install air conditioning in the tea-roasting room.

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