Her Cultivation Diary

Ultimately, the task of pounding Ai Cao and Mugwort was given to Qiaoqiao.

No other choice, Zhang Yanping was already sweating after a few strokes, and Song Tan was worried his sweat might drip into the mortar, feeling disdainful.

Coincidentally, Qiaoqiao came downstairs after finishing his class and immediately volunteered: "Let me do it! I want to!"

He really wanted to do it.

He not only did it but also started a livestream, with a complete work philosophy: "Recently, there hasn't been much work for me, and the kids haven't learned anything new for a long time."

"Just in time, I'll teach them to make Artemisia Bun, as the start of next month is Qingming, and the kids can't be without food!"

What he said...

If there's food for Qingming, are they really your kids? Aren't they probably your old friends underground?

But kids, they speak without reservation. So he cheerfully let go: "I knew we can't do it without Qiaoqiao in our house, here, you do it, I'll go help you monitor the livestream room."

He said as he looked around at everyone, his eyes full of big words—

Look! I said I have a serious job.

But Qiaoqiao gave him a strange look: "Brother Yanping, don't imitate sister coaxing Da Wang, you don't sound as pleasant as she does."

Zhang Yanping: ...I should've kept my mouth shut!

Frustrated, he switched accounts, set up the stand, and incidentally came up with a loud title for the livestream—

[Come In and Eat Grass]

Lun Chuan instinctively glanced over and looked at the audience continuously flowing into the livestream room, falling into silence instantly.

Song Tan, however, was indifferent. Zhang Yanping's naming was so imaginative, but since the audience liked it, let them eat grass! How is Mugwort and Ai Cao not grass?

Looking at the bullet comments, indeed they were bustling with activity.

[Sitting up in shock in dying illness, the first is me!]

[Eating grass? What kind of grass? Is the grass for sale? Oh, even if it was, I can't afford it, because I'm really eating grass]

[It's the end of the month, what I'm eating is obviously more high-end than the streamer, it's seaweed]

[The one in front, isn't it spicy and sour kelp with rice? How did you know my meal contains this?!]

[If I'm not wrong, that spicy and sour kelp should be the same as the one in the convenience store, one yuan per pack]

Zhang Yanping was greatly shocked!

What's going on? Has it only been a few days since I last livestreamed, and the audience who were eager to grab items are living like this now?!

In that case—

"Qiaoqiao, your little friends seem to be out of money, in a few days, those Mugwort Tea and Yuxing Grass Tea or whatever, why not refrain from selling them online for now?"

"Ah?" Qiaoqiao became evidently nervous: "Are they all broke? Okay then, the kids need to save money and can't spend it recklessly, so let's just give them to Brother Xiaozhu's sister's family members..."

Comments: [???!!!]

[Which few dog thieves ruined my business?!]

[Damn, you guys being broke has nothing to do with our treasure, why stop selling it!]

[Aaaaaaa I'm not broke, I just got paid, haven't spent it yet, give me a chance!]

[Mugwort Tea, Yuxing Grass Tea huh? I don't like them, but I like to buy!]

[Qiaoqiao, look at me! Look at me! I have money! I really have money!]

[??? What's this? The grass-eating session turned into a pyramid scheme conference? Why are they begging to spend money instead?]

The confusion of new fans was drowned in the overlapping comments, then suddenly, a colorful special effect comment appeared in the feed with a 1000-yuan donation, along with a pathetic sentence:

[What I said was nonsense, even if I'm eating spicy and sour kelp, it's only because I craved it! I have money! Streamer, please keep selling!]

After that, a row of donation messages appeared, though the amounts weren't large, one yuan, five yuan, ten yuan. But clicking on the avatars, weren't these the same people who claimed they had no money earlier?

Judging by these donation amounts, it really seems they don't have much money, but—

[My being broke is my business, if the streamer doesn't sell, then that's our business!]

[You sell, you never know if I'm truly broke or pretending unless you keep selling.]

[I've set aside a fund every month dedicated to grabbing items at Qiaoqiao's house, who believes it?]

[I don't believe this group is truly broke, they can even make a profit by reselling at a higher price after grabbing the items.]

[Hilarious! Is the place filled with scalpers now? Strongly condemn, but scalpers, add me!]

Zhang Yanping: ...I should've refrained from looking at the comments!

Indeed, it's better to learn from Qiaoqiao, don't look at all, and there'd be no trouble.

Isn't it so? He was already humming while lifting the pestle, pounding into the mortar step by step!

What he pounded first was the cleaned Mugwort, as Lun Chuan had meticulously picked them, very little debris remained after sorting.

But the tender branches and leaves were soon pressed under the weight of the pestle, quickly dyeing the mortar with a deep spicy green.

This repetitive labor was something Qiaoqiao enjoyed, and he had great strength, the more he pounded, the more passionate he became. The folks in the livestream room saw the tender branches and leaves in the mortar easily turning into clumps of spicy green, juicy soft foliage, and couldn't help but exclaim:

[This really is eating grass.]

[Hilarious! Our gang boss doesn't name things falsely]

[I love eating grass—but how do you eat this grass?]

Finally, someone asked the crucial question!

Zhang Yanping's spirits lifted: "How do you eat this grass? Simple! Later, mix it with some dough, and stick it on the griddle..."

"Shoo shoo shoo!" Seventh Uncle had just perfected the filling, how could he allow his culinary skills to be so humiliated! He glared at Zhang Yanping, then turned to Qiaoqiao:

"Qiaoqiao, why don't you explain how this should be done?"

Qiaoqiao was also helpless: "Seventh Uncle, don't mess around! Teacher Xin said to educate kids by integrating theory with practice; if I explain now, they still wouldn't learn."

[Unbelievable! The streamer values me. If he explains later, I still won't learn]

[This culinary expert's fists are ready to swing! I know this answer!]

[Will there be homework this time? If we do well, can we exchange Little Red Flowers for this bun?]

[Same question! I really can make this Artemisia Bun!]

[No, everyone watches the livestream and drools, how come you guys are so multi-talented?]

Zhang Yanping looked at the comments—swearing not to look initially. But without looking, wouldn't he seem idle again? So, he had to focus a bit more.

At this moment, he asked: "Qiaoqiao, your little friends are asking if they can keep the homework for the Little Red Flowers? I checked the homework group, and many of them have almost accumulated enough Red Flowers."

Three Little Red Flowers for a serving of delicacy, for the Song Family, it was completely unnecessary spending, but for Qiaoqiao, it was a successful case of him as a teacher!

At this moment, he nodded: "Yeah!"

And Zhang Yanping then explained: "Let me clarify upfront, this Artemisia Bun and Mugwort Cake, don't use Mugwort and Ai Cao from our farm."

"Although it's delicious, the tasty ones are limited."

"However, the eggs, leeks, fatty pork cubes, and pork lard residue mixed in them, are all from our place!"

"So...if you want to taste the flavor of our pork, you need to work a little harder this time! Artemisia Bun, Mugwort Cake...we'll teach a few recipes today, and however many you make, you'll earn that many Little Red Flowers."

When the time comes, these cakes, just like rice noodles, can be packaged in vacuum bags, sealed, and delivered frozen.