Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 594 - Chapter 594 594. Pork dish and wine cellar_1

Chapter 594: 594. Pork dish and wine cellar_1 Chapter 594: 594. Pork dish and wine cellar_1 While speaking, Qiaoqiao had already finished cutting the remaining two pumpkins in the basket.

Looking at the pigsty, she spoke with a slight hint of regret:

“I originally wanted to invite the children to watch when we slaughter the pig, but my sister said it was too bloody and didn’t want to scare them, so we decided against it.”

In reality, there was simply not enough meat to go around.

[As one dying who leaps up at the sound of life, I heard there’s pork to be had–I call dibs on the black one!]

[I want the white one, the fattest one! I love fried pork rinds!]

[Host, I’m not picky at all! I’ll take any pig!]

[I’m a repeater, already in my thirties, I’m not afraid of bloodiness]

[What bloodiness? I’m not scared! Host, I grew up watching Rainbow Cat Blue Rabbit!]

[Scared? Who’s scared? Not to hide it from the host, I was born missing a fear chip, I never get scared.]

[The poor pigs, they have no idea about their fate… Ball ball host, let me come, I can chant scriptures. I could eat while crying and chanting…]

If the previous talk of pumpkins allowed everyone to stay somewhat rational, now that they heard about the pig-feast, the live-streaming room was on the verge of everyone throwing tantrums and rolling on the floor.

Pig-feast, we are talking about the pig-feast here!

Steaming cauldrons, roaring fires, frost and snow all around, breath forming clouds… yet amidst it all, the bubbling sound of voices.

In big bowls would be gradually congealing pig’s blood, a chubby chef with a big ladle turning over the crackling pork rinds in the pot, while ribs and sauerkraut stewed amidst the iron cauldrons, and under the steaming fog, a jumble of dishes simmered…

And these distant visitors would squat shamelessly in front of the stove, rubbing their hands together and curling up into balls to keep warm by the fire, all the while drooling with extended necks, calculating in their heads, which dish to go for first?

Slurp!

Slurp slurp!

Slurp slurp slurp!

However, no matter how much everyone fantasized, the naive, kindhearted host, who always made people drool but never wrapped things up, was only concerned about carrying the tripod in one hand and the basket in the other, happily greeting the King before descending the mountain.

On the side, she was puzzledly pressing her face close to the camera, magnifying it and fretting, “Why hasn’t it been two hours yet…?”

…

However, the happy and cheerful Host Qiaoqiao, upon entering the courtyard, found it eerily quiet, with hardly anyone there.

“Eh, where is everyone?”

Just as she was about to go inside to check, she saw Song Tan come out with a shiny big green peach in her mouth and holding a strange-looking stainless steel machine in her arms.

Once the machine was set aside, which appeared to be a distiller and not much to look at, everyone’s gaze focused on her mouth–

Just at the sound of “crunch,” she bit mercilessly into the tip of the peach, as though she had also bitten into the hearts of everyone in the live-streaming room!

It wasn’t heart trembling–it was heartbreak!

And envy!

[Ahh, Yunqiao’s immortal peaches have been sold out for ages, why do you still get to eat them!]

[Exactly! Why, why, why, do you know how much I’ve been craving them?]

[I don’t care, I don’t care! Are there peaches again? List them, list them, list them!!!]

However, after Song Tan crunched away half the peach, she came over and asked:

“Is it time yet?”

Qiaoqiao shook her head: “No.”

Song Tan looked annoyed: “Then this contract you signed is kind of tough.”

[What’s so tough about it! Isn’t this the minimum live-streaming duration?]

[If only you were a little more diligent, you could easily make up an hour a day.]

“Exactly! Every time there’s an update, I have to beg you on my knees. Do you even care about me at all?”

“I don’t care, my peaches!”

“I want peaches toooooo”

“Who has suffered like I have—-There was once enough stock right in front of me that I didn’t cherish. I was only concerned with arguing with others about… about nothing important…”

“You got that right–I’m talking about you, fans of Xiaojiang host! In the end, you might have won the argument, but now there’s only one box of peaches left.”

Qiaoqiao shook her head, “It’s not hard at all, the kids are so well-behaved. Sister, I want to eat peaches too.”

“Go help yourself. The peaches left on the mountain previously, which weren’t ripe enough, have now ripened a bit more. We just picked some, they’ve all been washed and are in the basket.”

In the past, they left some green or undersized peaches on the mountain, which gradually ripened. Today, they went up the mountain and managed to gather more than twenty peaches, just enough for the household’s daily consumption, and the flavor was superb.

Before Qiaoqiao could enter the house, she heard Song Tan add, “Oh right, they are opening the liquor cellar in the backyard. Why don’t you set up your phone and live stream it?”

Opening the liquor cellar?!

Wow, this was new knowledge Qiaoqiao hadn’t learned!

She quickly set the basket aside and picked up the tripod to go.

Leaving the barrage of comments crying bloody tears–

“Peaches, my peaches!”

Indeed, the backyard was the scene of opening the liquor cellar… Well, to be exact, it wasn’t really a cellar, but rather a makeshift storage by burying jars in the ground.

However, the liquor had been brewing for a month, and if it hadn’t come up in conversation just now, Seventh Uncle would have almost forgotten about it. He called everyone together in a rush to dig it up and take a look.

This was new sorghum, freshly brewed sorghum liquor!

Man, not just Song Sancheng was full of enthusiasm, even Song Youde, who had been halfway through weaving a mat, abandoned his work and hurried over to look.

And then there was Grandpa Wu Jianguo, who couldn’t sit still either. He insisted on being pushed over by Grandma, who grumbled all the way until Qiaoqiao came by, “What’s so interesting about liquor? It’s keeping me from making money…”

Qiaoqiao set up the tripod to the side and eagerly moved closer, “Is it out yet?”

“Almost there, almost there.”

Seventh Uncle wiped his sweat and directed the strong workers Song Sancheng, Tai Xiaodong, and Qi Lin, “Up, up, a bit higher… place it here… oh, slow down, slow down…”

As a result, the live stream audience could only see everybody squeezed together, with a clear view of the backs of their heads but completely unable to see what the liquor cellar looked like, leading to them getting anxious–

“Where’s the cellar, let us see it!”

“Move, move, step aside—-”

“Aaaaargh! Is putting the tripod in front of everyone a crime?”

“This is infuriating, this angle is just for viewing the back of heads, where’s the cellar?”

Luckily, after a while, a cheer burst from the crowd, and they spontaneously made way. A large unspectacular earthen jar came into view, being carefully carried on a shoulder pole and set down on the ground.

The jar was sealed tight. Seventh Uncle put in some effort before finally managing to pry it open for inspection.

The moment they opened the jar, all men present inhaled deeply, then revealed a blissful expression.

As for Grandma and Wu Lan:…

They just leaned back their heads together and showed disdain, “Why’s the smell so strong… so potent…”

Then they sniffed again, “It does smell pretty good… has a grainy fragrance… a bit sweet too…”

They couldn’t say much more, as neither of them drank alcohol.

Looking at the men beside them, they seemed almost ready to dive in!

Yet it was Seventh Uncle who remained composed. Seeing the softened sorghum grains inside, he pinched a handful–it easily yielded liquid.

His previously steady expression suddenly cracked open, bursting into excitement and impatience, his voice trembling as he shouted,

“Song Tan! Song Tan! Where’s that distilling equipment I asked you to buy? Hurry up and bring it out!”