??Chapter 252: 252. Mobile phone holder to_1
Chapter 252: 252. Mobile phone holder to_1
Zhu Li was instantly dumbfounded.
Wu Lei was still holding the reflector, and at that mont, he too was frozen in place.
Only Qiaoqiao was completely serious:
“Thank you, Lili sis, but there’s no need to sell products. Our tea is also very expensive, and next ti when you play with the little pig, you can’t be too rough, otherwise Da Wang will get angry again.”
Through Seventh Uncle’s live stream cara, the entire screen was filled with laughter—hahaha—
How should I put it? In that instant, Zhu Li’s facial expression was more complicated than the residue on top of the pig’s feeding trough.
The crowd was jubilantly celebrating—
[Although the host has so shortcomings, he never exploits them to take advantage of us, what are you doing riding the hype train?]
[Exactly, they have plenty to eat and drink at ho, they don’t need your sympathy sales]
[Even though but, it’s quite satisfying to see the natural daft host overpower the Opposite King of Selling Miserable]
[Satisfying
1]
anwhile, Qiaoqiao was still concerned about his pumpkin vines, and he waved his hand at Wu Lei, “Brother Leilei, you guys have fun, I’m going back to deal with the pumpkin vines.”
Having said that, he directly followed Seventh Uncle and slowly descended the mountain.
Even from a distance, their muffled conversation could be heard—
“Qiaoqiao, what do you teach every day?”
“Lots of things, spinning honey, feeding the pigs, pulling weeds…”
“Oh dear, that student must be a bit slow, how co they can’t do anything?”
Barrage: “…”
Not even Dou E was this wronged!
But now that they were looked down upon, would they still learn how to deal with pumpkin vines?
The audience was silent for a mont in the comnt area, but the continuously increasing number of viewers spoke volus.
Qiaoqiao was already very adept at handling pumpkin vines, and in no ti at all, he had tied up all the pumpkin vines in the backyard ditch and dragged them straight into the yard.
Once in the courtyard, he took Seventh Uncle’s phone and adjusted the position, before sitting honestly on a stool:
“Now, I will teach you all how to clean pumpkin vines.”
After that, he sat upright, eagerly looking at Seventh Uncle.
Seventh Uncle: …
How should I put it? The old man subconsciously straightened his back as well.
He had long wanted to make a video online. He’d seen videos on vibrating platforms where people didn’t even cook well, yet they received so many likes!
The old man had been itching to try but had struggled to get the hang of the smartphone. Now that he suddenly had a chance to participate, he beca even more serious.
He too sat on a small stool and reached out to pull over a pumpkin vine, even more professionally displaying it in front of the cara:
“Normally, when we eat pumpkin vines, we choose the top end here. The vine and leaves here are tender whether you stir-fry them or cook them with at, they are delicious.”
“Secondly, it helps to top the pumpkin seedlings; after that, they will grow even better.”
“As for pumpkin flowers, whether they’re slightly open, fully blood, or just buds, you can pick them, coat them with flour and fry them—if they’re not poisonous, most flowers are edible. The difference lies only in the taste.”
As he spoke, he expertly snapped off a bunch of pumpkin flowers with practiced ease and placed them in a stainless steel bowl to the side.
Aunt Lianhua saw this and, without saying much, imdiately rolled up her sleeves and began plucking the flowers with fiery enthusiasm.
The three of them worked seamlessly together, and in no ti, a large bunch of pumpkin vines had been thoroughly picked through. So viewers in the barrage felt inspired to try—
[Right now, looking at the jasmine in the office, the urge is real]
[Would the big roses in the community garden work?]
[You people, you’re all so devoid of public spirit! I’m different. I’ve got my eye on the chives and orchids in our green belt]
[The green belt might have been peed on by little dogs]
Luckily, none of those present could read the barrage; otherwise, this live stream would have been completely impossible to continue.
Seventh Uncle was still showing Qiaoqiao how to select pumpkin vines:
“Look, normally you’d go for the very top, but since our pumpkin vines are so long and tender, more than half are edible! Co on, just twist it off with a bit of force from here.”
The movents were truly intuitive, and Qiaoqiao did it very adeptly. In a short ti, the selected pumpkin vines were held by the master and apprentice, and then broken into small segnts—
Seventh Uncle had an exceptionally sharp eye, indeed the segnts he broke off were the tenderest, requiring barely any effort to strip off the tough outer skin and the fibrous strands.
The green pumpkin vines and the not fully grown leaves, together with the tender green curly tendrils on top, looked lush and dripping with freshness, extrely appetizing.
[What a sin!]
Such sighs were heard in the barrage:
[It’s just past 9, not too early or too late, what should I eat?]
[Why doesn’t my local supermarket have pumpkin vines?]
[Didn’t have breakfast, I’m hungry]
For farrs used to this kind of work, dealing with so pumpkin vines was as easy as pie, effortlessly taken care of while sitting there.
Just after they had finished dealing with a large basin of pumpkin vines, and the rest were taken by Aunt Lianhua to be chopped up for the pigs, they heard more noise from outside.
Not long after, Song Tan ca out of the room:
“Brother Xiaozhang, you found the place quite accurately.”
Brother Xiaozhang, who had driven over in his van, also smiled: “This GPS is pretty accurate, brought
straight to your doorstep. I was worried I’d take a wrong turn, but then I saw your pick-up and knew for sure this was the place!”
“Oh, by the way,” he took out a square, elongated box from the car:
“Here’s that extendable mount, go ahead and use it.”
Wu Lan, who was busily tidying up the house, perked up her ears and hurried over.
As soon as Song Tan opened the box, she instantly understood why the previous owner wanted to return it—
Because this phone mount, although over a ter tall, was bright red.
It might be festive, but that color…
Wu Lan, however, slapped her thigh, unable to resist touching it: “Oh my, why is this pole so nice? So sturdy, so pretty— really free of charge?”
She looked at Xiaozhang with eyes filled with loving kindness: “This child… Oh, how could I accept this?”
Of course, that was just talk, with no intention of paying.
Song Tan: …
Fine then.
As long as she likes it.
After all, it wasn’t her who was going to use the pole.
From a distance, everyone’s voices were picked up by the live broadcast, and the barrage beca curious once more.
However, the sha was that the cara was still facing the pumpkin vines on the ground and didn’t turn anywhere else.
[Who’s there, eh, let
have a look]
[What kind of phone mount is both sturdy and good-looking? Are we starting to endorse products?]
[Post the link, post the link]
[Goodness, after live streaming for so long, we’re finally thinking of adding a new gadget for our host]
[Quick, mount our host’s magical tool!]
However, no matter how excited the barrage section was, at this mont, the pole was in Wu Lan’s hands, and she had even already mounted her own phone on it, having nothing to do with Qiaoqiao.
But Xiaozhang didn’t forget the main business, as he now took out a device from his chest:
“Co on, tell
the address, and I’ll place the order right here. That’s 185 orders, right?”
“Right.”
Song Tan readily left her phone with him: “Thanks. I’ll double-check once you finish. Please make sure not to get the orders wrong.”
“Don’t worry about it!” Xiaozhang was very confident about this: “I haven’t ssed up a single order so far!”
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