Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 680 - Chapter 680 680. Not up to 200000_1

Chapter 680: 680. Not up to 200,000_1 Chapter 680: 680. Not up to 200,000_1 The synchronized movements of this master and disciple duo had Qiaoqiao completely mesmerized, unable to take her eyes off them or willing to walk away with her bucket.

On this side, the master and disciple duo each pulled out a bag of potatoes single-handedly, not leaving room for anyone else to step in; one scrubbed and the other peeled. They didn’t even use the peeler next to them, just a heavy-duty cleaver to peel the potatoes directly…

Simply observing their casual demeanor, peeling those irregular potatoes seemed as effortless as peeling eggshells in their hands!

The Song family watched intently, now too captivated to move their feet.

It was Song Tan who sighed, “If I had known cooking could be so mesmerizing and magical, I should have started a livestream, maybe adding up some streaming hours!”

Qian Tianfu’s knife paused as he was chopping potatoes, looked up with an indescribable expression:

“It’s to entertain Qiaoqiao’s few million followers, right?”

Song Tan: …

She dared not admit that Qiaoqiao truly didn’t have that many followers, so she artfully dodged the matter, diverting the topic:

“Not that many. Traffic is low in the morning; probably just under two hundred thousand watchers.”

Generally speaking, it was just over a hundred thousand in the morning.

Qian Tianfu, unaware of the young people’s many tricks, felt somewhat uneasy, anticipatory, and a bit regretful at the moment–

Just because the old man had never been watched by so many people at once in his life!

But, to say anything more at this moment seemed somewhat contrived.

He moved his lips slightly, then simply increased his pace, chopping potatoes more evenly and meticulously.

Wang Xiaoshun was boiling meat and glanced at the potatoes: “Master, these potato skins are a bit coarse and they have eyes, probably because they are russet potatoes. We might as well cook some twice-cooked pork with potato slices.”

Qian Tianfu, without lifting his head: “You’re already boiling the meat for twice-cooked pork, so why are you asking me?”

Wang Xiaoshun chuckled and said no more.

How could a skilled master like him not understand? Even if it’s just dividing up potatoes, it’s a skill. Shouldn’t he show off his talents to the new employer?

Working together, the master and disciple duo had two large pots of dishes ready in less than half an hour.

Stir-fried tender cabbage with eggs and greasy slices of potato cooked with pork. Even though these were just ordinary ingredients from the town’s wholesale market, the fragrance wafting in the air still made everyone inadvertently salivate.

Song Tan was surprised: Master Qian’s cooking skills were truly remarkable!

She now suddenly understood what Seventh Uncle meant when he introduced that Qian Tianfu, along with his disciple, could compete with an established restaurant and a new eco-vegetable garden–

With just basic ingredients like cabbage and potatoes, they created such flavors. One could tell from the way the workers kept adding rice to their bowls that the knife skills and heat control were indispensable.

And such a chef was here to cook communal meals for everyone.

Rarely, Song Tan felt a bit guilty–

Tsk tsk tsk, what a waste of talent!

Master Qian’s employment seemed to have naturally started from this farcical breakfast.

And after making breakfast, he insistently made a request to Song Tan:

“Could we hire another person? I’m not concerned about the salary, but look, surely we can’t be expected to wash the dishes and clean the pots too, right?”

He hadn’t done that sort of work in so many years. Washing dishes at the construction site meant squatting by the water pipe, which his old back couldn’t endure anymore.

Song Tan instantly felt a bit regretful.

After all, when she hired other chefs, they took care of washing pots and dishes as well. But then she thought about Master Qian’s cooking skills, and it seemed such a loss not to keep such talent at home…

With that thought, she could only agree once more:

“Alright!”

Though she agreed, offering a high salary was indeed out of the question. Wu Lan made a straightforward decision, “Washing pots, dishes, vegetables, and cleaning up, two thousand a month. If we hire more people later on, we can increase it.”

Young people wouldn’t even consider such a wage. Fortunately, any elderly lady could handle these tasks; there was never a shortage of them.

Meanwhile, after a leisurely breakfast, Master Qian slowly made his way down the mountain, and now, he was savoring freshly cut watermelon, crunching noisily as though his stomach, which had only been filled that morning, was now empty again.

Incidentally, he also mentioned to Seventh Uncle in an offhand manner:

“Old Song, do you know where your apprentice is now?”

Without waiting for Seventh Uncle to respond, he burst into laughter, looking quite smug:

“He’s right across from me, in the ecological vegetable garden! That young scamp is making a name for himself; he’s quite well-known in there now.”

Seventh Uncle harrumphed, grabbing the last piece of watermelon in front of him, and said while chewing, “That’s ancient history, and you’re still hung up on someone with mere trifling skills? I don’t even care about it anymore.”

“Master Qian, you really need to broaden your mind!”

Master Qian looked at him, thinking to himself that you just talk tough, but who doesn’t know you inside and out!

As expected, Seventh Uncle went on to say, “Qiaoqiao will come and help you cook at noon, and what’s his name? Xiaoshun, right? He’ll start following me from this afternoon. You’ve brought your apprentice all this way; I have to give you some face.”

Qian Tianfu: …

…

On this end, Qiaoqiao, who was happily feeding the pigs, was still crouching in front of the beehive, coaxing Daxiong, blissfully unaware that the live-streaming platform had already called him.

The call came through to Song Tan’s cellphone–Qiaoqiao’s phone was not that it couldn’t receive calls, but all incoming calls were set to be forwarded.

As soon as the call connected, someone immediately asked:

“Hello, is this Teacher Qiaoqiao from ‘Tian Yuan Notes’? May I ask if any parents are around?”

Obviously, they had watched his live streams, too.

Song Tan became interested, “I am. What can I do for you?”

The other party became even more eager, “Hello, we are Skyspring Cultural Company, an MCN agency. We would like to know if you have considered creating a more professional team for Teacher Qiaoqiao, to help him gain more fans, traffic, and rewards?”

Song Tan raised an eyebrow, “Is there really such a good deal?”

“Of course!” The other’s voice was calm and confident, displaying the composure of a big company:

“Our company owns a mature incubation program and has partnerships with major live-streaming and e-commerce platforms. We also have a lot of high-end traffic signed up, and our operational plans are very mature…”

Song Tan found it a bit dull.

A few minutes of endless chatter, it all seemed vague and hollow, without hearing anything concrete.

Not to mention she had no intention of letting Qiaoqiao sign with any company– even if she did, it wouldn’t be with this kind of partner.

She listened quietly for another three minutes before finding a gap to interject:

“Um, sorry, but we’re not considering any contracts at the moment–we’re simply humble farmers content with selling some farm produce, not seeking great wealth or fame.”

The other party: …

Humble farmers?

Could humble farmers sell tea leaves for eleven thousand a pound, have hundreds of thousands of followers and nearly 60% of fan conversion to monetization capability? Even according to their data analysis, the remaining 40% of the fans weren’t disinterested or unwilling to spend money; nearly 20% of them just didn’t get the chance to make a payment!

Only professionals could understand how terrifying these numbers were.

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