Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 782 - Chapter 782 772. Crazy Barrage_1

Chapter 782: 772. Crazy Barrage_1 Chapter 782: 772. Crazy Barrage_1 Mudfish Bro made a somersault, but his benefits had been revised; frustrated, he tapped his electronic wooden fish thirty times, hoping his luck would turn.

Meanwhile, Yanping gazed at the plump eel, feeling a tinge of craving himself.

It had been so long, and his stockpile of dried fish, sliced fish, and small dried fish must be getting low by now, right? When should he set a few traps to catch some fresh ones again?

He decided to suggest it when he got back.

Not to mention, if he caught a basin of small river shrimp and stir-fried them with green onions, he could easily down two bowls of rice!

On the other side, Qiaoqiao had already taken her online friends to the factory up on the hill.

“Kids!” Holding her phone proudly, Qiaoqiao showed her audience around the brand-new processing plant:

“This is our newly built factory, where all the sugar-roasted chestnuts you want are made.”

The barrage of comments erupted with excitement–

[It’s indeed brand-new, the walls are still snow-white]

[That factory’s not small, must have cost several million, right?]

[Looks like the host has made some money, not to mention the donations from today alone]

[The one before me, why does your comment sound a bit sour?]

[The host is selling so much stuff, if not to make money, what else is she doing?]

[So fast! It started off with her picking Milk Vetch in the fields, and now she even has such a big factory]

[Guys, you’re missing the point! With such a big processing plant, will we get to buy more stuff in the future?]

[Hurry, hurry, hurry! Type in the barrage what you want to eat! The host’s family still has such a big piece of land!]

For a moment, the chat room was again swept by a wave of enthusiastic comments, so much so that the topics deliberately steered by the troll army were inadvertently shifted back to food.

A few continued valiantly to stick to the original topic, but were soon scattered to the winds by the relentless barrage, quickly disappearing from sight.

The MCN company that had long struggled to conquer this little live stream could only secretly simmer in frustration:

–What kind of rotten luck is this? No matter how we spin the topic, as soon as eating is mentioned, everyone immediately follows along without a hint of rationality!

Pah!

They were frustrated in their own rights, but Qiaoqiao didn’t know a thing about it.

Upon entering the courtyard, she saw a huge pile of chestnut packages under the shade, where several aunts sat with one foot on the bags, effortlessly snipping open the shell with scissors in their other hand to reveal the round chestnuts.

Their movements were smooth and fluid, with almost synchronized steps, which was oddly hypnotic to watch.

On this side, Xiaoshun scrutinized the chestnuts laid out on the plastic sheet. Noticing Qiaoqiao approaching, he couldn’t help but wonder:

“How is it that there are hardly any bad ones?”

Those who have collected chestnuts know they’re highly susceptible to worms; even if they’re fine at first, leave them in a bag for half a day or a day, and you won’t know how many will be worm-eaten.

But Xiaoshun had checked for quite a while and could only find one with wormholes every thirty or forty chestnuts…

The Lao Song family must be incredibly skilled in planting!

Having eaten the products from Song Tan’s family, he assumed this was their unique skill. Now watching Qiaoqiao’s live stream, he didn’t feel it was right to ask too much.

As for the audience in the live stream, they probably knew even less about chestnuts than Qiaoqiao and weren’t about to say much either.

Qiaoqiao, somewhat clueless, now squatted down to examine the chestnut in her hand: “Is it bad to have fewer worms?”

“It’s great!” Xiaoshun quickly turned around, fearing she might blurt out something inappropriate, then pointed towards the kitchen:

“Want some rice crust? Master brother has fried up a big basin of it, still crispy. If you want some, go and grab it yourself.”

Fried rice crust?

Qiaoqiao’s eyes widened: “I want some, I want some!”

The rice crust made by Seventh Uncle on normal days was the crispy layer at the bottom of the cooked rice pot, naturally tasty, sweet, and chewy.

The deliciousness of the rice was enough to overshadow everything else.

But Jian Xiaokang used the ordinary rice bought from the base of the mountain, and to enhance the flavor of the rice crust, it naturally had to be specially made and then deep-fried again.

Now, the stainless steel basin was heaped full, and as soon as Qiaoqiao entered, she smelled the strong fragrance of fried food.

“Master Jiang,” Qiaoqiao asked curiously, “why are you frying so much rice crust?”

Jian Xiaokang smiled, “I couldn’t think of what to cook for lunch, and seeing there was leftover rice, I decided to deal with it.”

“There are many people today, so for lunch, I’ll stir-fry chicken eggs with fermented black beans and chili rings. With the dry autumn air, I’ll also cook a large pot of silver ear and pear soup. While I’m at it, I’ll just casually stir-fry some eggplant and braise potatoes with meat.”

“Like this, there will definitely be enough food for fifty or sixty people at lunch.”

Qiaoqiao couldn’t help but drool.

Because each of these dishes sounded so delicious…

“I want to drink the silver ear and pear soup too,”

he said.

“Drink up!”

Master Jiang’s child was only a little older than Qiaoqiao. Now, looking at him, he was precious no matter where he went!

At this moment, he lifted the lid of a large pot nearby and directly served him a bowl:

“The silver ear mushroom powder is all from your family, isn’t it? The quality I got from drinking it is just too good, it would be a waste to boil it on its own, so I bought a few more boxes of pears.”

“When drinking it, just adding a bit of that enhances the taste greatly–it’s really good!”

Their household had plenty of silver ear mushroom pieces.

In fact, they were all picked and sorted by Aunt Lianhua’s mother-in-law in her spare time–although she was now making straw mats for Song Youde, a valuable job opportunity, why did she have it? The old lady had her own standards.

During the day she wove straw mats, and in her spare time, she couldn’t sit still, so she simply sat in a corner of the courtyard, listening to everyone talk while helping to pick and sort the silver ear mushrooms.

This work didn’t seem important, and her movements were not fast, but over time, she amassed a considerable amount.

And indeed, she had brought a large bucket to the mountain.

For a time, the live streaming comments went wild.

“Ahh, rice crust! I want to eat it too!”

“Fermented black bean and chili ring stir-fried eggs… Alright, that’s what I’m having for lunch, I’ll need to order two bowls of rice to go with it!”

“This is exactly how I drink silver ear soup at home!”

“4000 a pound for silver ear mushrooms, and I’ve only drunk two ounces to this day. Am I not good at living life or what?”

“Oh my god, Teacher Qiaoqiao, is this farm hiring by any chance? Is the food always this good?”

“I’m jealous, I can’t bear to buy it, but someone gets it as a staff meal…”

“So jealous! Who’s getting jealous? It’s me!”

“Lemons beneath the lemon tree, silver ear soup you and me”

“I’m in River City, working for a monthly wage of 4500, Teacher Qiaoqiao, just give me 4000 and cover food and accommodation, and I’ll pack up and be right over!”

“What are you thinking? The cost of meals alone exceeds that!”

“Don’t start down that spiral! Don’t!”

“Dream on, of course, such good things are for me!”

“Damn it, why hasn’t anyone discovered the address yet? This generation of netizens is really not competitive at all!”

Qiaoqiao set up the phone to one side, and by the time Zhang Yanping arrived, he was already holding a large bowl, one hand with rice crust and the other with silver ear and pear soup, crunching and slurping away.

Don’t even mention how delicious it was!

Although it couldn’t compare with the ingredients at home, as the eldest disciple, Jian Xiaokang’s cooking skills were naturally very different from those of Seventh Uncle.

For Qiaoqiao, it was like tasting another flavor entirely, and since he wasn’t picky, he naturally enjoyed his meal!

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