Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 702 - Chapter 702 694. Misery Contest_1

Chapter 702: 694. Misery Contest_1 Chapter 702: 694. Misery Contest_1 Although that’s the case, isn’t this handful of green salt a bit too little? It’s not even worth lighting a fire for it, let alone the fact that Seventh Uncle typically feeds the kitchen trough with a pot that’s —- this big!

He looked over the small amount of salt, then rummaged through the cupboard and finally found a small, palm-sized flat-bottomed pan:

“It’ll have to do, originally used for making spring pancakes.”

“It’s all good for me!” Guo Dong said, and then looked at him expectantly.

Seventh Uncle: …

He decisively took the tea eggs off the stove next to him, and after cleaning the little pan placed it atop the stove: “Let me heat the pan first.”

Meanwhile, Zhang Yanping had already quickly opened the livestream—-

[An hour’s notice, and it’s only been eighteen minutes since the announcement!]

[I knew those who give notice can’t be relied upon. Not like our Host Qiaoqiao, who is so genuine and natural, she never gives viewers time to prepare.]

[Hypnosis with Ai Rong in the morning, what kind of hypnosis is it now? It can’t be rolling Ai Tiao, right?]

[Awkward, I admit I’m sleepy now, but it’s only a little past nine o’clock, I can’t sleep yet!]

[My friend hyped it up so much, I’ve got to see this hypnosis method for myself.]

[Hikikomori fear nothing, sleep whenever they want—-Okay mom, I’ll go buy groceries in a bit!]

[The person in front killed me with laughter, hikikomori can sleep whenever they want, but when to wake up–that’s up to mom.]

[Is this in the kitchen? What are you preparing to eat?]

Zhang Yanping focused on the livestream, and then watched Seventh Uncle reach for the plate of green salt, now moderating his voice as he explained:

“Today’s livestream is about the process of moxibustion. There might be quite a few people around watching, so it could get noisy, I suggest viewers lower the volume initially. It will get pretty monotonous and boring later, which is suitable for hypnosis.”

“This is our village’s doctor, she’s going to perform moxibustion on someone from our family today. She said we need to use indirect moxibustion with salt, so we’ve asked our chef to stir-fry the green salt first.”

[??? I was just about to order takeout, and you’re telling me it’s moxibustion?]

[At this time, nobody really expects hypnosis, right? Some noise is nice, I don’t want to fall asleep.]

[What does indirect moxibustion with salt mean? Do you spread the salt on your body and then perform moxibustion on top of it?]

[So you can perform moxibustion over salt? I’ve only done it over ginger–I’m going to stir-fry some salt right now!]

Zhang Yanping suddenly thought–if just any salt would work, why would Guo Dong bother going back and forth to the clinic on such a hot day to get this green salt?

He quickly asked, “So does it mean any salt will do?”

“Of course not,” Guo Dong, remembering he was on a livestream, quickly explained: “Green salt refers to salt taken directly from the salt pans, or else specifically indicates Qinghai salt–like what I’ve brought here.”

“The salt we usually consume has been refined and processed multiple times, and does not possess the medicinal qualities of reducing dryness and cooling the blood as mentioned in traditional medicine. So if it’s used for moxibustion, that kind of salt won’t work.”

Zhang Yanping nodded, then turned back to the livestream.

[I’ve learned something new!]

[So salt is actually sophisticated?! It even has medicinal effects?!]

[Knowledge is power… and I promptly retract my eager hands.]

[Same, I retract. Not going to lie, I was actually already standing in the kitchen]

[Quietly putting the bag of salt back where it was.]

[Why make it so complicated? When I do moxibustion myself, I just get a moxibustion box, light an Ai Zhu and stick it inside, and then strap it to the corresponding area.]

[Since there’s three-year Ai Cao, five-year aged Ai Cao, and fresh Ai Cao of the year, it makes sense that moxibustion methods are different.]

[I don’t mind, I’m here to learn about moxibustion, it’s particularly useful during these dog days of summer.]

[By the way, can those new Ai Tiao sticks made by the host’s family be purchased?]

[Same question! Same request!]

[Click on the link, click on the link]

[Every livestream, Brother Lianjie, you have to yell like that!]

At that moment, the camera moved closer, showing Seventh Uncle carefully stirring the pitiable little bit of salt with a wooden spoon.

The task was quite dull: the crystals were constantly turned over and occasionally ground down by him, quickly becoming finer and taking on a slightly red hue.

The viewers in the live streaming room watched intently, afraid they might miss some crucial trick.

But what trick could there be in frying salt?

Seventh Uncle had already picked up the pan: “Pass me the plate.”

A couple of scrapes with the small spoon, and there was a little heap of translucent red-tinted salt grains on the plate.

Guo Dong quickly thanked him, spread the grains with her finger to cool them, and then called Xin Jun upstairs:

“Get ready upstairs in a while; the salt will have cooled down by then, just in time.”

Zhang Yanping followed with the cellphone, leaving the live streaming room speechless–

[That’s it? That’s it?]

[I thought it would take a good while]

[You thought too much, it’s just a pinch of salt on the fingertip, that was already slow-fried on low heat]

[I don’t get it… Does moxibustion really need this stuff? Hope it’s not just a gimmick!]

[I don’t understand either…]

[There should be some reason, Host Qiaoqiao does things quite reliably. Besides, he’s not planning to sell it, so there’s no need for all this fuss.]

[Stop arguing, just keep watching–hey, how come there are so many people in this room?!]

Indeed, while Xin Jun was preparing, Wu Lan had led the anxious crowd up the external staircase to Xin Jun’s room, which was conveniently located at the very end.

The upstairs decor was dominated by cream colors, with a simple and generous overall look, and since all the occupants were men, there were no fancy decorations or anything like that.

So the place looked rather empty–which made the villagers sigh:

“You’ve built a villa, why not decorate the rooms properly?”

“Exactly, look at that light, just plain and flat with no design. Villas usually have those crystal chandeliers.”

“What do you know, the young people nowadays like these simple, flat lights because they don’t want to clean.”

“This room’s so empty. Should get one of those colorful light bulbs online, it’d look great when dancing at night!”

The room wasn’t large, and even though the condenser microphone was right by the bed, it didn’t prevent the live streaming audience from hearing such conversations, making them chuckle and livening up the atmosphere–

[Who would know! My mom bought a huge colorful laser disco ball for our living room!]

[My whole TV feature wall is a massive Peony Picture, have I said anything?]

[My dad installed a ring of colorful spotlights on my ceiling…]

[Child’s play, all of you. The ‘fish-playing-among-lotus-leaves’ tiles in my bathroom… you gotta tiptoe before using the toilet!]

[The wabi-sabi style decor, my mom stayed for two months and said it’s so bleak, you’d think a sick person lives here, even changed all the bedding to peonies…]

[Who’s got it worse than I do? Not only did my home get tiled, but my dad also spent a fortune on gold-colored tiles!]

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[…666]

[Can’t compete with that…]

[The one in front, maybe try reapplying wallpaper–oh, I forgot, it’s not easy to stick on tiles, hahaha]