Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 980: Sloppy Senior Brother 960

Chapter 980: Sloppy Senior Brother 960

Facing the underworld boss’s outburst, the live stream chat was filled with [hahaha]

[We get it, we get it, you mean the dog, right, shabby boss?]

[Are you tired of living to dare talk about the shabby boss like that?]

[People from the south shuddering because they don’t use bath towels]

[We know you’re from the south, no need to show off turning on the fan when it’s in the twenties and thirties]

[Exactly, I’m freezing like a dog, did I say anything?]

[Damn, I really want to work at the streamer’s place! No heating but there’s a stove!]

[Move aside, move aside! Let me watch Da Wang take a bath]

[That’s right! It’s Da Wang’s first bath ever!]

[Hiss! Exactly! Shabby boss has led us off-topic! Move, move, I’m here to watch Da Wang!]

Zhang Yanping looked at the dizzying barrage of comments and his vision blacked out!

With a grim face, he aimed the camera—it didn’t matter where, as the whole bathroom was crammed full with the three of them, any angle would have a full view.

He paused and then chuckled, "Qiaoqiao, it’s too tight here, why don’t you wash first, and I’ll wait at the door."

Qiaoqiao, with hands full of suds, paused and then considered it seriously for a moment: "No need, Brother Yanping, I think you’re fine right there—I’ll wash the front half and you wash the back half!"

Zhang Yanping: ...

It was then that Song Tan’s voice came over: "Brother Yanping, hurry up! Otherwise, it’ll be dark and the dogs won’t be washed. That just wouldn’t be right!"

Zhang Yanping suddenly got angry: "This is a temp worker’s job!"

As soon as he finished talking, he saw Qiaoqiao looking over, her face hurt, "Brother Yanping, do you not like Da Wang?"

He pursed his lips and handed over Da Wang’s red bib: "Then... go scrub the bib then."

Brother Yanping: ...The damn things I say! Doing the job and still can’t catch a break!

He sighed, "No, I was just joking with your sister... Come on, let’s wash, let’s wash them!"

Zhang Yanping had never bathed dogs before, so he just poured on shampoo and scrubbed away; the first round didn’t lather much, so he quickly rinsed it off.

But the second round produced so much foam, kneading and scrubbing were quite stress-relieving! Plus, Da Wang was standing there with his eyes closed, quite contentedly, not resisting at all!

It was only when he planned to rinse off that Qiaoqiao objected, "Brother Yanping, you didn’t scrub Da Wang properly..."

Zhang Yanping chuckled, "Oh, little temp worker, have you counted which number our family dogs have lined up to? Hurry up, we need to get them cleaned before dark, then go to the stove room to dry their fur, so they won’t be cold at night!"

The temperature would drop sharply as soon as the sun set, and if the wind blew... wouldn’t one have to hurry?

Besides, washing eleven dogs in a row, if he was also to knead and massage... that workload, Zhang Yanping felt he might as well change roles; he could stay put and let the dogs wash him!

Qiaoqiao was quite persuadable, and at this point stopped scrubbing, grabbed the shower head with a clear voice, "Mom! Wrap Da Wang with a towel, okay!"

Wu Lan didn’t even want to deal with this silly kid—what kind of size does Da Wang have? What towel could wrap him? Probably only a bed sheet or blanket might work!

She and Song Tan sat at the door, and as soon as the bathroom door opened, both grabbed several old towels and started scrubbing like crazy!

After the scrubbing, Da Wang’s short fur was all over the place, obviously quite disheveled.

Qiaoqiao was giving Dabao the first wash, his pitch-black Casro fur shiny, and now mixed with water, they rushed down in shades of dark and light gray dust and leaves. The bathing attendant even regretted, "Should I have used conditioner for Da Wang just now?"

The gangster chief has already succumbed, wailing at this moment, "Please give it a rest, ancestor!"

After all the hustle and activity, the dogs were not the slightest bit tired. Instead, they enjoyed being pampered with a bath, wiped down, and even blow-dried, while Qiaoqiao and Zhang Yanping stepped out of the bathroom, both heavily sighing!

"So tired..."

...

The journalists from Yun City Daily, however, had no clue about the hardships at Lao Song’s family. They only lamented about having to go on a business trip early in the morning— in the dead of winter, who would understand? They woke up at five o’clock to set off, aiming to capture the steamy rural breakfast!

After all, on the local forum, everyone is only interested in food and drink. Other topics... better left unmentioned!

The driver works for the newspaper, yawning at this moment, exhaling a breath of white air: "Is everyone here? If so, get on the bus."

Journalist Yu Yan is a woman in her early thirties. She had a child at the beginning of the year and has not long returned to work— but well, the local newspaper is increasingly deserted, now entirely dependent on government funding, so there’s not much to say about a competitive workplace anymore.

Everyone has a secure job, so just hold onto it!

The only downside is that the funds from upper management have been hard to come by mid-year, and salaries are delayed... That’s why the newspaper staff is now so proactive!

They also have a couple of young people diligently managing their WeChat public account.

Otherwise, when asking for money from the authorities, they wouldn’t be able to report any performance at all! How embarrassing!

Being old acquaintances, Yu Yan wasn’t shy, and as soon as the car left the city, she opened her makeup bag, instructing:

"Brother Li, keep the car steady, okay? Otherwise, if the makeup gets ruined, it’s going to be troublesome."

Brother Li understands—appearing on camera requires at least a few hours of grooming. It’s already painful to wake up early in the deep winter, let alone waking up an extra hour early for makeup...

God damn it!

Being a driver is fine for him, and their salaries don’t differ much.

"Don’t worry, I’ll do the makeup after we leave the suburbs. The roads have been repaired this year, it’s quite smooth there, all paved with asphalt."

Yu Yan was surprised for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief!

And the photographer, holding the camera, also yawned at this point: "Is the data from this ’Little Farmer’ thing run by our city real or fake?"

With this topic, everyone became interested: "Yeah, is it real or fake? Why do I feel the data is too unrealistic? The other two seem normal, with annual sales of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands... Why is the first place so much higher?"

Yu Yan "hmm"ed in response: "No rush, the awards haven’t been given out yet."

What’s there to wait for an award ceremony! They all knew who the award would go to just by looking at the data—a rural kid does live streaming for a few months, and the sales approach an eight-figure sum... That’s just absurd!

But Yu Yan was quite curious: "I’ve watched the replays in the live streaming room, and it’s indeed pretty interesting. The number of fans, viewers, and activity all seem fine... it’s just that the products are expensive, and you have to compete to buy them... it’s kind of outrageous."

The cameraman perked up: "How expensive? More than that boutique in the vegetable market? My wife bought two watermelons there this summer, oh my, 20 yuan per catty!"

That’s ridiculous. Keep in mind that that was during July or August, when you could get Kirin melons on the roadside for less than two yuan a catty, and here he was charging twenty a catty... That’s even more discreet than robbery!

"Were they tasty?"

Yu Yan asked him, and Brother Li also pricked up his ears.

The cameraman was frustrated: "I took a private job and went out of town then... by the time I came back, not even the watermelon rind was left!"

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