Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 883 - 865. Live Cooking Beeswax

Chapter 883: 865. Live Cooking Beeswax

Cooking beeswax is really no big deal.

The only issue is, Seventh Uncle refuses to let them use the kitchen for this.

"After cooking the beeswax, the pots and spoons can’t be used anymore, and the stove will be hard to clean up. You guys move the gas stove and take your time in the yard."

"But it’s such a hassle to move the gas tank, just switch to a different pot in the kitchen and use the two shorter stoves nearby."

Seventh Uncle frowned: "The smell of cooking beeswax is nice, but then the bees will be attracted to it, and how are we supposed to eat if they fall into my cooking pot? Out, everyone out!"

So, before Qiaoqiao could even start her live stream, they were forced to move their teaching base.

Only Yanping wondered: "Seventh Uncle, don’t you not know how to cook it? How come you know so much?"

Seventh Uncle snorted coldly: "I saw it on the Douyin app!"

Everyone: ...well, that’s great. Learned something new.

At this moment, Yanping was busy with a metal wood fire bucket in the yard, setting up a big pot, burning fire and adding water while instructing Qiaoqiao:

"Start the live stream."

Qiaoqiao promptly opened the live room—

"Kids, today we will teach you how to cook beeswax! Sister says after cooking this beeswax, along with our tea oil..."

Yanping was terrible at managing the fire, Qiaoqiao hadn’t even finished speaking when a thick smoke overwhelmed the room, making it dark as soon as someone entered the live stream!

[Holy smokes, what a huge black cloud of smoke!]

[Is the host signaling war today with that smoke?]

[Hahahaha, the gangster’s fire-making skills are awful]

[This fire-making skill, not even as good as me when I was seven]

[Clearly someone who has never cooked pig food at home...]

Qiaoqiao also choked and coughed twice, then squinted, her eyes tearing up from the smoke, as she crouched in front of the stove and pulled out a piece of firewood:

"Brother Yanping, you’ve stuffed too much firewood!"

Yanping swore to the heavens: "I can make a fire! I just wasn’t paying attention for a moment..."

"No worries." Qiaoqiao’s voice was sweet and soft: "The fire has started, just keep an eye on it, Brother Yanping."

Yanping, with a soot-covered face, was huddled there, watching the live camera focusing on the big pot, while Aunt Lianhua’s voice came from the side, "Start by boiling some water, once it boils, break the honeycomb into pieces and put it in to cook."

"Make sure to wash it first." Qiaoqiao added: "It doesn’t need washing, but there’s still some honey inside, and we can wash out the honey water for feeding the pigs and other livestock at home."

Bullet comments: [??? Are you listening to yourself?]

[Ahhh, honey! The one that was only stocked once!]

[Damn, never got to buy it]

[Feeding pigs, cattle, and sheep... worse than pointless sobs!]

[Willing to be overworked animals]

[You get the terms!]

[Never thought I’d crave swill one day]

[To clarify, folks, there are lots of larvae and some dead bees inside that honeycomb, you still tempted?]

[...thanks to the person above]

[Weakly thanking the person above]

A large basin was filled with water gushing, breaking the honeycomb into pieces, grabbing and rubbing, quite a stress relief.

When the entire basin of water turned muddy, they squeezed the chunks together, wrung out the water, and placed them back into the basin.

At this moment, the water in the big pot nearby was already boiling.

Bundles of rolled-up beehives were pried open and thrown into the water. The ladle stirred continuously. In just a short while, the entire pot was swirling with a mixture of fine, sticky black, yellow, and brown substances, which had nothing to do with "appetite."

But ... human and bee appetites are different.

The aroma of beeswax and beehives was enticing as it cooked, and the breeze carried the scent, making everyone involuntarily twitch their noses.

Suddenly, Zhang Yanping stared ahead, "Qiaoqiao, the bees are coming—are they ours?"

"It’s normal; just ignore them," Aunt Lianhua reassured everyone nearby. "Bees are attracted by the scent, and beekeepers use this stuff to lure bees. They won’t fall into the pot or sting people."

However, Zhang Yanping heard the key word—lure.

He thought for a while and then darted into the storeroom. Soon, he brought out an empty beehive which was prepared for the mountain bees.

His eyes sparkled, "How do we lure them? By putting a piece of beeswax in the hive?"

He even called out, "Qiaoqiao, show everyone how to conjure something from nothing!"

[Oh boy! Kidnapping bee colonies]

[Going out for honey collection, hasn’t returned for three days. Follow the trail again, another three days...]

[Lure, lure, lure! If we prepare ten or eight more hives, won’t we be able to sell honey next year?]

[Make money! Forget live streaming, make money while not selling anything!]

On his end, Qiaoqiao looked bewilderingly towards Aunt Lianhua, because she hadn’t taught him about luring bees.

Aunt Lianhua was stuck too—she knew how to cook beeswax, not necessarily how to lure bees.

Both were at a loss for words, so Zhang Yanping had to figure it out by himself and searched online, "Found it... Ah, it’s quite simple..."

He chose a spot in the corner of the yard for the beehive, then took a piece of unwashed honeycomb and placed it inside.

Then he quickly mixed up a bucket of ice water. First, he dipped the ladle in it, and then gently pushed it down into the bubbling big pot...

"It worked!" Zhang Yanping raised his ladle, quite proud of himself, "I am indeed a genius!"

On the protruding stainless steel back of the ladle, a thin layer of bright yellow beeswax had solidified!

[Holy cow! The underworld boss is quite talented!]

[What’s there to brag about?]

[Actually, I am a professional beekeeper. Tell me your address, and I’ll come to teach you.]

[Ah, someone hit my face with abacus beads!]

[Ah, beeswax solidifies when it meets cold ... but surely you wouldn’t just cook it like this, too inefficient!]

Zhang Yanping didn’t have time for the live stream anymore. At the moment, he transformed into Teacher Yanping: "Come on, Qiaoqiao, I’ll teach you—first, put a piece of food for the bees in the beehive, which is this honeycomb. Then we spread the beeswax on the entrance of the box."

"Then after that..."

He pulled a burning piece of firewood from the stove and directly melted the beeswax at the entrance of the beehive, which seeped into the entrance of the beehive!

"Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz..."

Just as the scent wafted out, a few bees that were flying around the pot quickly changed direction and flew straight over here!

Zhang Yanping stepped back with the firewood, but couldn’t help pulling out his phone, "That’s not right, doesn’t the tutorial say to wait patiently and not disturb, it might take a while?"

How come, I just saw three to five bees already!

But Qiaoqiao exclaimed, "Brother Yanping, there’s not enough fire! The beeswax is almost unboilable!"

Zhang Yanping hurriedly stuffed the firewood back in, and then added two more pieces.

This time the stove was not clogged, but instead, flames burst forth instantly, and the beeswax and impurities in the big pot instantly frothed, which Aunt Lianhua scooped out with a sieve, filtering out a lot of impurities instantly.

"Oh, I know this!" Qiaoqiao cheered, "Just keep scooping, just keep filtering, right?"