Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 697 - Chapter 697 691. Live Streaming and Hypnosis Two in One_1

Chapter 697: 691. Live Streaming and Hypnosis [Two in One]_1 Chapter 697: 691. Live Streaming and Hypnosis [Two in One]_1 Several people in the courtyard took advantage of the cooler morning temperatures and were rapidly plucking leaves. Qiaoqiao, on the other hand, gathered these Ai Cao leaves in bunches and laid them on a plastic sheet.

Meanwhile, Song Tan, wielding the Ancestral Hammer, started hammering away with a “bang bang” sound.

Her strokes were even, and with each hammer blow on the thick leaves, which had been sun-dried and aired out, they did not quickly shatter into dry dregs. Instead, they began to seem like they were oozing a glossy oil, almost as if they were developing a fuzzy appearance.

Zhang Yanping squatted quietly on the side, watching for a few minutes, before suddenly turning around:

“Qiaoqiao, bring your phone over quickly!”

Qiaoqiao, not understanding why but always obedient, didn’t question the command and put down the leaves he was holding. He turned and went upstairs to fetch his phone.

Zhang Yanping took the phone–70% battery life, that’ll do.

As for live streaming while charging the phone, well, it’s already over 30 degrees Celsius early in the morning–let’s not torture the poor device.

He swiftly opened the live streaming app and began to edit today’s live stream title–

[Woke up too early, let’s go back to sleep!] The topic hashtag included #asmr#hypnosis.

While Qiaoqiao was bringing out the tripod, he quickly found the right position and, catching everyone off guard, he started the live stream again.

It has to be said that it’s not even 6 AM yet; the live stream was rather early.

But the viewers seemed to have grown accustomed to the host’s surprising starts. Many of them even set up special notifications just for this live stream.

So, as the live stream began, several hundred stubborn fans joined in.

However, to their dismay, the host did not appear on camera today.

All that the camera captured was a fair-skinned hand holding a similarly smooth hammer, going up and down… with a “bang bang” on a pile of leaves that were neither white nor green but seemed tinged with a grayish-yellow hue.

The camera angle was close, and now with the directional microphone placed on the ground, the sound of the hammer striking the Ai Cao leaves, along with the regular and repetitive hammering motions…

To give credit where it’s due, today’s live stream tags truly had some merit.

The chat was buzzing at the start–

[I’m here, I’m here]

[Early birds catch the worms, early-working folks catch the stream]

[So relaxing to watch this while brushing, washing up, and doing makeup]

[Now, I’m disheveled on the subway commute]

[Brushing my teeth before work is the extent of my courtesy for the company… Makeup? Let’s talk after they cancel mandatory overtime]

[Eh eh eh, I just followed, is this what the host mentioned about making Ai Zhu?]

[Why are the motions so primitive? Don’t abandon high-tech for the sake of visuals]

[Can’t they be ground into powder? Can’t you use a food processor?]

[Food processor yyds!]

[If you don’t know, don’t talk nonsense, alright? Do you know how fast the blades in a food processor spin? The instant high temperature will ruin the Ai Cao leaves.]

[But manual hammering like this is so inefficient]

[Anyway, the host isn’t planning to sell it, it doesn’t matter if it’s slow for personal use]

[I admire you all, I’m already getting sleepy at the breakfast table]

[Seriously sleepy, I quickly gave myself an ear slap to wake up enough to squeeze into the morning rush hour]

[Watching this feels so comfortable…]

[I really want to return to a pastoral life]

[Just think about it though, don’t actually do it. After all, after pounding the Ai Rong fifty or sixty times, your arms would be too sore to lift]

[Contemporary young people, just a bunch of layabouts]

Since there weren’t many viewers, the comments displayed relatively slowly, and for a while, everyone in the live chat was having their own conversations.

Zhang Yanping glanced at it twice, then went back to squatting down to watch Song Tan hammer the Ai Cao leaves–

So hypnotic!

He himself felt like yawning at that moment. If not for the fact that he was sitting close by, and the distinctive fragrance of the Ai Cao gave him a bit of a lift, he definitely would have gone back to bed for a nap.

Song Tan glanced at him, “If you’re not busy, stop just standing there. Bring over a stool and help pick out the stems from this pile.”

“We need to pick out the stems? Can’t they be used for moxibustion?”

Though Yanping verbally resisted, his hands moved to drag over a small stool and sit down.

Then he grabbed a handful of Ai Cao leaves, some broken, some not, and with a pinch, he separated the fine veins and stems from the leaves.

Song Tan didn’t look up, “They can burn. If you’re not particular, even those thick stems can burn. But there’s a big difference in medicinal properties, no way around it.”

“Besides,” she continued, “why go through all this effort cutting and drying if you’re not going to do it well?”

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