Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1205 - 1177. Live streaming again [dual-purpose with more bullet comments]

Chapter 1205: 1177. Live streaming again [dual-purpose with more bullet comments]

Because he regarded Lao Song’s family as his own, Seventh Uncle felt like he was preparing to go home for the New Year, just like an old mom making preparations before setting out.

Even though he knew they were in the same village, just a ten-minute walk away, he still couldn’t rest assured, fearing the kids might go hungry or not eat well.

Look at this, Qiaoqiao brought back fresh milk, and he used all sorts of skills, mixing the milk with flour, cooking rice to prepare rice pudding, and even learning how to make fried milk on Douyin!

These are all things that can be frozen. While preparing them, he called Qiaoqiao over to watch carefully: "Learn well, come New Year, the family will rely on you. Your mom’s skills are average, your sister can’t be counted on... Qiaoqiao, you are my last disciple, focus a bit!"

Qiaoqiao was puzzled for a moment: "Last disciple? Am I responsible for closing the door? Wait a bit, I’ll go get the phone stand first."

"Brother Yanping said he has already selected Little Red Flowers from everyone’s last assignments; rice noodles and rice sheets each got one, and today we’ll teach one more. With three tasks, the kids might be able to exchange them for prizes!"

Seventh Uncle:...

He waved his hand irritably: "Alright, alright, go close the door, get the stand, set up the assignments... Hurry up, we’ll knead the dough in a bit."

Such a big pot, and at his age, he still needed Qiaoqiao to help.

And so...

[The "Tian Yuan Chronicles" live stream you’re following has started!]

Good gracious!

The fans were taken by surprise - Tomorrow is Xiao Nian! You know we’re still at work, so you started the live stream, didn’t you?

So irritating!

The village is starting to prepare for the New Year, and we’re still writing reports!

For a moment, everyone clicked into the live stream, feeling both heartache and hunger.

Zhang Yanping also opened the live stream.

Knowing that he wouldn’t go home for Xiao Nian, his only reason for holding it together was Qiaoqiao’s career.

But at this moment, Qiaoqiao was still adjusting the setup, so he was discussing with Song Tan in the courtyard:

"When I open my guesthouse later, can we sell some meal vouchers for the canteen on the mountain? In case tourists come, and it’s inconvenient for them to find a place to eat, they can take the vouchers directly to the mountain canteen."

Song Tan thought about it. Considering the guesthouse wasn’t large and couldn’t accommodate many people, for Master Jiang, adding five to ten people to a big pot meal wasn’t much of an issue.

She nodded: "Sure, when more people are working next year, I’ll give him a pay raise. When you open, we can discuss the meal costs."

Clear accounts between siblings prevent hard feelings in the future.

Zhang Yanping nodded and then turned his attention to the live stream. After enlarging the screen, he saw it was flooded with viewers’ comments——

[Today I must get the third Little Red Flower!]

[What’s the big deal, do you think you’re the only one who can get it? This might be the start of my first one.]

[Okay, okay! Bad students don’t do homework! Working people live in tiny places where they don’t even dare to put induction cookers, crying bitterly.]

[Same tiny space, now not only do we have to do homework, but it also has a housing price threshold.]

[Come on, let’s shout, "I’m a bad student!"]

[We’ve got a kitchen, but every time we follow a recipe, it ends in disaster, no talent.]

[Honestly, nowadays recipes are detailed to the point of absurdity, if after several tries it still fails, it’s simply not paying attention.]

[Stop arguing, let me see what’s inside those buckets.]

[It’s milk, it’s milk... wow, their family’s Niuniu’s milk!!]

[Quick, quick, they should sell fresh milk! I can boil it for sterilization myself every day!]

[Forget it, this stuff spoils too easily, I can’t buy it from out of town, so I suggest not selling it.]

The comments in the lower right corner were layered and scrolling fast, only pausing briefly when Qiaoqiao spoke:

"Kids, today we’ll learn how to make milk buns, fried milk, and rice pudding."

Having been a teacher for a while, Qiaoqiao had developed a set routine. At this moment, he confidently said, "I haven’t made any of these before, but Seventh Uncle says they’re all very simple, simpler than cooking, so the kids should be able to learn well."

[I can do it! Hahaha, heaven hasn’t abandoned me, I can make all these!!!]

[I don’t know why, just hearing the names makes them sound easy, I’m sure I can do it too]

[Ah ah ah, newbie here, please don’t make it competitive, there are only three Little Red Flowers in total...]

[Yeah, and without tasting, how are they going to be judged?]

[Wait, teacher, first tell us what ingredients we need, I’ll order them now!]

[Yeah, let’s order them now, let’s do it together, don’t run out of ingredients later.]