Her Cultivation Diary

The crushed green mugwort and mugwort sprouts, after several rounds of washing, have lost a considerable amount of their bitter grassy taste.

Qiaoqiao is wielding a hefty kitchen knife, chopping them into tiny bits, while over here, the fatty pork cubes have been sautéed to a rich aroma and a crispy crust.

Seventh Grandma hands over a bunch of green garlic shoots, and in front of the camera, Seventh Uncle's knife skills are swift, producing a rapid "dodododo" sound as the garlic bulbs and green leaves are tossed into the pot.

As the ginger and garlic finish flavoring the dish, Qiaoqiao seamlessly adds the chopped mugwort sprouts into the pot, with a sizzling "sizzle——", and across countless mountains and rivers, the viewers in the livestream swallow their saliva.

They watch with wide eyes as the contents are evenly stir-fried in two pots. After that, they are mixed into the white rice flour made from Qiaoqiao's home-milled rice and kneaded thoroughly. At this moment, the screen is flooded with frustration over the unattainable delicacy.

[I must be crazy! The more I watch, the more I crave, yet I keep watching, now I'm rolling on the bed restlessly]

[Not me though, while others eat delicacies, I'm stuck with sustaining meals]

[No mugwort, no Ai Cao, no fatty pork cubes either; I should just get a bowl of spicy hot pot noodle]

[With such mouth-watering materials, can you really eat your own bland food while watching this video?]

[Waaah, I'm crying out loud, you clearly haven't seen what Qiaoqiao's pigs eat. What I'm eating isn't better than pig food]

Zhang Yanping stares at the chat comments, clearly showing his satisfaction.

Feeling mischievous, he casually picks up the microphone from the edge of the pot and asks from the kitchen door:

"Tantan, raising more pigs this year won't work with just pasture grass, right?"

Song Tan didn't mind and casually replied, "Of course not. But we've planted lots of vegetables at home, enough for them to eat."

"Oh, and speaking of which, we also planted pumpkins and gourds around the fenced areas this year. By summer, it'll be enough to cart over daily to feed them."

"Isn't that a bit of a waste?"

Zhang Yanping speaks aloud, extending his hand holding the microphone far away.

But despite the distance, the microphone doesn't need clarity to pick up this kind of voice, and everyone in the livestream hears it.

"These vegetables could sell for twenty bucks a pound."

"That's a loss then." Song Tan, looking at household colors with Lun Chuan, casually remarked, "A pumpkin can weigh dozens of pounds. The shipping cost alone is expensive. If one gets damaged, we'd have to compensate, no reason to sell."

This year, they don't lack money.

Good, good, good! These three blows finally brought the livestream viewers to tears, and they cried so loudly——

[So in the end, I really lost my love, right?]

[Teacher Qiaoqiao! Do you even care about me? If you do, wouldn't it be enough for me to kneel and beg sister?]

[Cash on delivery, don't require compensation if damaged! Please, give me a chance to buy a pumpkin.]

[I'd buy a hundred pounds! Really!]

[Brother from the underworld, you are really despicable]

[I hate him so much, yet I can't leave this livestream]

[If I had any backbone, I'd give that gangster brother a good beating! But I don't, kneeling and begging still not enough?]

[Question: Does your family still need pigs? How about one with a college education?]

[How much meal fee should I pay to sneak a bowl of pig food daily?]

[So since the pigs eat so well, are you selling the pork to me or not?]

Zhang Yanping looks at the chat comments, feeling instantly balanced.

Recalling when he first arrived and was punished by Song Tan using good family dishes.

Now it's his turn to punish others!

Having been through the rain, it's only fitting to tear others' umbrellas for fun.

But in the end, some viewers remain clear-headed.

Since those meat and vegetables are too far off, they would rather seize what's most likely within reach!

Someone asked, "When are those Mugwort Tea and Yuxing Grass Tea being sold?"

Oh, previously being interrupted, Zhang Yanping nearly forgot this matter. Quickly he asks again, "When are the Mugwort Tea and Yuxing Grass Tea being harvested?"

In the village, hiring is always handled by Wu Lan and Song Sancheng, and now they respond, "Tomorrow, we'll tally the people tonight and harvest early tomorrow. I checked the weather forecast; it's fine, perfect for frying and drying."

They spoke in dialect, but since Yun City dialect is similar to Mandarin, everyone in the livestream is able to understand, having followed for over a year.

Thus, the crowd was excited, yearning for one answer——

[I just ask, are you selling me this Mugwort Tea?]

[Post the link, post the link, post the link]

[Brother Lianjie is already anxious, have you even sold any goods this year?]

[Exactly! Not thinking of converting traffic to sales? Money! How are you going to meet your first quarter KPIs if you don't maximize them?]

Zhang Yanping might not be highly effective, but he's reliable in the livestream.

Having joked enough, heated up the atmosphere, he's now in control and responds:

"Yes, we'll definitely sell them. Everyone here has been following us as loyal fans, can't forget these goodies for you all."

"It's just that those items were pre-ordered by others, we'll try to harvest more. But production is limited, and prioritizing quality means there might not be much stock available."

"Everyone, buy according to your needs, don't force yourselves if you don't want it."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the livestream felt inexplicably emotional and were moved to tears.

[Brother, you've finally said something human!]

There are also more clear-headed ones going straight to the point——

[So the quantity is small, and we'll have to compete, right?]

[This question shows inexperience; in this livestream, you have to compete even for large quantities.]

[You haven't bought last year's Yuxing Grass Tea and tea egg seasoning pack, have you? That quantity wasn't small, yet I battled fiercely to grab some]

[Think of last year's tea seed oil hand mask? One per person for welfare, over ten thousand units in total, let's see who could get one without trying hard?]

[You said a lot, but you're right.]

[The hand mask was also something I fought hard to get!]

[Exactly! In the livestream, there are so many guys who fight harder than I do]

Upon hearing this, everyone perks up instantly, realizing that those chatting are their competitors!

As for whether the Yuxing Grass Tea and Mugwort Tea are to one's taste or even consumed before…

What a joke!

Even if one doesn't enjoy it, selling it for profit is certainly possible; only a fool wouldn't try to seize the opportunity!

In conversation, the rice flour and mugwort sprout-stir-fry with fatty pork cubes have been mixed well. At this moment, Seventh Uncle and Qiaoqiao begin forming them into round pancakes and place them evenly into the pan.

Zhang Yanping takes a deep breath, watching Seventh Uncle and Qiaoqiao's synchronized and practiced single-handed egg cracking, and seeing the increasing egg yolks in the bowl, couldn't help but suggest:

"Let's pickle more salted duck eggs this year, they pair deliciously with white porridge!"