Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 875 - 857. Hello piggy piggy

Chapter 875: 857. Hello piggy piggy

The pot was so huge that, even with the flames in the stove blazing fiercely, it still took nearly an hour to cook the pig food to a complete mush.

The golden yellow mature pumpkin had been mashed up, the sweet potatoes couldn’t avoid getting a light hue, and the wheat bran, rice bran, and corn cob powder had been stirred into a big pot of hot, sticky mush.

It was only the water hyacinth vines that had accidentally been added to the pot first, which were now boiled into a dismal yellow-green color, casting an unappetizing shade over what was otherwise a rather tempting pig food.

Yet, the audience in the live streaming room was patient, enduring the whole hour-long wait.

During that hour, the host had played with the dogs until they were out of sight, before going to tease the Long-tailed Pheasant—would everyone feel honored when Guoyi made an appearance?

Not at all, everyone just felt it was cold. Because the increasingly majestic rooster saw its owner trying to tease its wife (the short-tailed Long-tailed Pheasant), it got blood-red combs and ended up chasing the male Long-tailed Pheasant, nearly pulling out a tail feather in a disastrous fight!

Truly brutal, it was indeed brutal!

Was it over yet?

No!

Several Baobaos had come down from the mountain to visit! But this scene and range were obviously more than a small cellphone could handle, so in the end, everyone numbly watched the empty live streaming room, already resigned to it.

Be content! There’s still a luxurious breakfast to watch today!

It was only when Qiaoqiao finally carefully buried two carefully selected sweet potatoes into the nearly exhausted stove that the pig food was finally done.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Even though the pigs were already squealing nearly madly, they couldn’t be fed with the food that was just taken out of the pot and still scalding hot.

Qiaoqiao, with a large gourd ladle, scooped it into buckets one ladle at a time, then put the buckets in the sink to cool faster. After stuffing five buckets into the large pond, it finally came to a rest.

After these five buckets, the sticky pig food in the pot was only left with more than half a pot.

No rush, he added some water, covered the pot, and continued to simmer it slowly.

By midday, when the sweet potatoes were cooked, he added two more logs to the fire, and by evening, the pig food was still warm—perfect for the chilly night air these days.

This was already very considerate. In the past years, pig food would only be cooked when winter arrived.

Qiaoqiao was actually very patient, but the pigs were making such a brutal and loud noise that he couldn’t help sighing. Then, standing by the pigpen, he meticulously brushed the heads of several pigs with a shoe brush, watching them grunt and collapse, before finally saying:

"Stop squealing, stop it! If you scream so loud, you’ll get hungry later."

But the pig food didn’t cool down that fast. Qiaoqiao paused, seeing a few pigs about to start bellowing again, so he had to turn around and enter the pigpen, then brush each of their backs with a shoe brush.

This kind of meticulous tickling, they could only enjoy with Qiaoqiao.

The pigs lay there, finally quieting down gradually.

Blocked by the gate of the pigpen, the live streaming room: ...

[A very new type of live streaming]

[Is there anything my VIP membership can’t see?]

[What mystery lies behind the door?]

[So, is this luxurious breakfast going to be eaten or not? It’s already 7:50!]

[Exactly! Who lets their pigs go without breakfast until 8 o’clock?]

Luckily, it wasn’t long before Qiaoqiao finally came out with the red plastic bucket that the pigs loved the most.

Steaming hot pig food was poured bucket after bucket into the narrow feed trough, with Dahei arrogantly planted in the stone trough, gobbling up food without lifting his head.

But Big White, a fat and sturdy pig, forcefully pushed forward to find a prime spot beside him. Several pigs crowded together, voraciously eating, and the area around the feed trough soon became a complete mess.

Qiaoqiao was completely satisfied as she watched: "Now you guys can have your fill, right? Say goodbye to the piggies, I’m taking the kids to dry sweet potatoes."

She cleaned out a few buckets and then, with a spring in her step, took her phone stand and headed up the mountain.

The people in the live streaming room also, for some reason, suddenly let out a breath of relief.

Probably because the lavish breakfast this morning had put quite a bit of pressure on everyone.

Work on the mountain was already in full swing.

In the spacious grounds of the factory, everyone gathered cheerfully to work, not focusing solely on efficiency and assembly lines. When washing sweet potatoes, they washed together; when cutting, they cut together. Now that Qiaoqiao had come up the mountain, there were already several layers placed on the bamboo mats.

The villagers weren’t so particular about drying sweet potatoes, cutting red and white skins together haphazardly, just roughly maintaining similar thickness.

This drying method was very simple, cutting the slices and letting them dry completely was enough. But when eating them, it was like eating dried chestnuts, both grinding and sucking on them, a single slice could be nibbled on for hours.

Truly, it was a teeth grinding artifact.

Everyone chatted boisterously, and on a normal day when picking vegetables, since they were meant to be sold, there would be particular criteria to follow. But now, while cutting sweet potatoes, casually popping a slice into one’s mouth had become a common occurrence.

However, everyone immediately noticed a difference with just one bite:

"This sweet potato is so delicious!"

"Old Song, your family really spent your money well this year! Good! Tasty!"

"Ah, if the sweet potatoes tasted this good in my childhood, I wouldn’t get heartburn from eating them."

"Just bragging! Even if you ate Flat Peaches every day, you’d still get sick of them... Anyway, I’m not a fan of these sweet potatoes."

Wu Lan was straightforward: "All right, when it’s time to plant sweet potatoes next year, come help out and I’ll divide one more ridge for you."

I’m afraid that by next year, every household would be planting something else in their fields, and might not even care for this anymore. At that time, they’ll probably have to choose some out-of-the-way spots, where one ridge would be more than enough.

Everyone laughed heartily. Having a sense of the work in this period, after tasting a couple of slices and knowing they were to be sold dried, they resolutely refrained from eating more.

Having a taste was fine, but endlessly eating would just be asking for dislike.

And Qiaoqiao also pinched a piece of sweet potato on the bamboo mat to show everyone:

"Kids, this is the sweet potato we’re going to dry. But it’s not those red, soft, super sweet ones. Once dried, they’re really hard, and a small slice can last a long time."

She gave a friendly warning: "So, if you kids have bad teeth, don’t buy! You won’t be able to bite into them."

Zhang Yanping watched from the side, adding another comment: "Take note, everyone, after being dried these won’t look very pretty, they’ll have a bit of a grayish-yellow color. I suggest not giving them as gifts."

"But even though they’re a bit ugly, they’re much more long-lasting and filling than the soft kind. And they have a long shelf life... they can last a year with no problems."

The barrage of comments flew by—

[Do your family’s food items even need an expiration date when selling?]

[Old-fashioned sweet potato dry? Ahhh, my love! I can’t handle those soft ones]

[Give them as gifts? Hilarious, if I can grab some it would already be my good fortune]

[What do you mean old-fashioned? Shouldn’t sweet potato be steamed and dried several times till it’s soft, fragrant, and chewy?]

[If one piece can last such a long time, wouldn’t it be more cost-effective and longer-lasting to buy some?]

[Ahhh does that mean a pound is a good deal?!]

[Post the link, post the link!]