Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 873 - 855. Live Cooking Pig Food

Chapter 873: 855. Live Cooking Pig Food

Wow, just wow!

Seeing this title, not just the working folks, but all early birds quiver with anger!

Life as a corporate serf is hard enough, why does watching a livestream also have to be so infuriating?! I’d like to not watch it, but with such a clickbaity title, it must be from that gang boss—he’s a total title baiter!

What does this have to do with our pure and adorable Teacher Qiaoqiao?

While brushing teeth/taking the subway or bus/putting on makeup/cozying up in bed... people bitterly clicked on the link!

Oh, the screen is still dark, the broadcast hasn’t started yet.

Everyone watched the preview, grinding their teeth in wait, and after a good 20 minutes, finally a beautiful close-up of Qiaoqiao’s face appeared.

Yikes, up close, my Baobao looks even prettier!

[Ding! Sightseeing card]

[What sunscreen does the host use? How is it that a whole summer of farm work hasn’t tanned you at all?]

[I want to ask too! The summertime livestreams weren’t short, mostly outdoors work... how are you still so fair?]

[I know this one! Using the magical power of moving the heavens and earth to project all the melanin onto the gang boss!]

[Nonsense, but makes sense!]

[Why ask about sunscreen? Real men face UV rays head-on—where’s the deluxe breakfast?]

[I want to see what kind of deluxe breakfast I can’t have]

[As a working person, I hold my veggie bun and watch the deluxe breakfast of others with a sour heart]

[Um... I bought four plain steamed buns, is it okay to eat with the livestream?]

[Tried and tested no problem, I’ve also ordered takeout... just makes the heartache worse when eating]

[But... where is the luxurious breakfast?]

[Deluxe breakfast deluxe breakfast deluxe breakfast I’m waiting while drumming on the table!]

Qiaoqiao is oblivious to the enthusiasm in the barrage of comments.

He placed the phone on a corner of the stove and huffed and puffed as he heaved a gigantic pumpkin that weighed tens of pounds onto the cooking area:

"Kids, today I’m going to teach you how to make pig food!"

Early in the morning, the already sparse barrage of comments grew even more sluggish.

[Deluxe breakfast... is it for the pigs or for me?]

[dog thief yaaaah you clickbaiter aaah!]

[This morning, holding a steamed bun, I shed tears of joy. Finally, there came a day when my food is better than... pigs]

[Making pig food, making pig food, making pig food...]

[Takeout just arrived, do I still watch this livestream or what?]

They say what they say, but Qiaoqiao is busy doing his thing.

This pumpkin is locally grown, each one can weigh over a dozen pounds, and I don’t even know from whose vegetable garden the veggie peddler procured them from—they come in all shapes and sizes mixed together.

When delivering, the peddler’s vehicle bed is filled to the brim. Seeing this, Master Jiang thought it looked quite good, discussed the price with Song Tan, and they decided to buy them all.

No joke, at three yuan and fifty cents per pound, it filled up quite a corner!

Today make some pumpkin buns, tomorrow stew some pork, the day after tomorrow cook some pumpkin soup... As we watch this pile, not a bit seemed to lessen, we can’t possibly eat it at every meal, right?

So here we are, now that the stove has been freshly built, we decided to feed most of it to the pigs.

Qiaoqiao, puffing and panting, heaved a basket up beside the stove, first grabbed the hose connected to the tap, and filled the pot halfway with water, then stuffed some firewood in before picking up the now idle (as Seventh Uncle dismissed it) thick-backed kitchen knife, "chop" went down with a cut!

That one cut seemed like a beginning, as he proceeded to chop with unrestrained vigor, "duang duang duang" echoed through the mountains, causing the pigs to snort and snuffle in unusual discontent.

Especially the wildly fierce boar Dahei, if it hadn’t been for Da Wang watching over him, he would have leaped over the fence in three steps by now!

This is a sin! Luring the pigs in, and now feeding them only two scoops of chaff first thing in the morning, who would it be enough for!

And Qiaoqiao had already finished chopping up a big pumpkin.

The bullet comments began to increase without notice...

"Help, just had a cup of black coffee planning to be full of energy at work, now I feel sleepy again watching this!"

"What a great pumpkin! I want to drink pumpkin soup now."

"A small piece of old pumpkin, the size of a palm, sells for three fifty at the supermarket. Why do the pigs eat so well?"

"Speaking of which, is this pig for sale?"

"Good Baobao, fatten up the pig, and wait for me for the New Year’s pig-slaughtering feast!"

"If I’m not at the pig-slaughtering feast, I’ll really be more resentful than King Yama."

"One pumpkin is not enough!! Chop up another ten!"

"Eating just pumpkin, won’t it get monotonous? I even had sauce with my bun this morning."

This comment had just scrolled past when Qiaoqiao exclaimed "oh no" and quickly brought another basket to the sink.

The live broadcast couldn’t see, but he had already forgotten the camera, using a shoe brush to meticulously and cleanly scrub the sweet potatoes covered with dirt; he made sure the pigs wouldn’t eat a speck of dirt.

When he finally brought over the dripping wet basket again, he remembered today’s teaching task and said:

"Kids, when being a person, don’t be picky with food, and the same goes for pigs, you can’t have unbalanced nutrition, so today we have not only pumpkin but also sweet potatoes!"

"Look!"

He pulled a sweet potato bulb out of the basket:

"This is a small end that was accidentally broken off when digging up sweet potatoes; the larger half is being used to make dried sweet potatoes, and since this small piece is difficult to cut, I’ll just boil it whole."

Having said that, he casually tossed it into the pot.

Next, he took out an irregular sweet potato the size of a fist, and another as thin as a cucumber: "This kind is hard to cut into slices, and this one is too small, so let’s give them to the pigs as well!"

"If the kids have unwanted sweet potatoes in the field, don’t waste them; bring them home, wash them clean and feed them to the pigs! They like eating them raw too!"

"Wuwuwuwu, I’m crying, the host doesn’t understand."

"I’m also crying; I have no sweet potatoes and no pigs."

"Sobbing, is it my fault for not having a sweet potato field?"

"It’s the host’s sweet potatoes, ah ah ah ah, feed me, feed me, feed me!"

"I’m not picky about the sweet potato ends, sell them to me, sell them to me, sell them to me!"

"I can also eat them raw, ah ah ah, watching the live broadcast makes my resentment run deep."

New fans: ...

So weird!

The fans in this live broadcast room are so strange, and the content is so strange... Take another look!

With a load of messy red and white sweet potato ends tossed into the pot by the basketful, Qiaoqiao took out two medium-sized just-right sweet potatoes: "Look, once the pigs’ food is boiled, we’ll bury them under the stove! One for my sister and one for me! I love the dry and fragrant outer layer of roasted sweet potatoes!"

He is a qualified teacher, and at this moment he solemnly reminds everyone: "Never put sweet potatoes in when the fire is blazing, or they’ll turn into charcoal in no time!"

"I don’t want to say anything anymore."

"I don’t bake because it’s in my nature not to love to bake, not because I don’t have a stove."

"There’s yet another unexplainable technique added."

"Sincerely asking, does the host’s family lack someone to cook pig food? An unemployed college student with no more bullets, I’m going to be a waiter tomorrow."

"Same here, it’s not that I look down on waiters, but my four years of college tuition and living expenses were so expensive, wuwuwu."

"No need to explain, I understand too... can’t handle being unemployed and already doing sales reluctantly."

"It’s sad, they say with ability you can succeed anywhere, but I’m just an ordinary person, hey!"