??Chapter 587: 587. Aunty’s tea eggs with water_1
Chapter 587: 587. Aunty’s tea eggs with water_1
As expected, when the excavator started working early the next morning, Qiaoqiao’s live stream kicked off as well.
Sa old routine, starting at five o’clock.
For contemporary workers, this ti is practically the quiet hour—night owls can’t stay up that long, and office workers haven’t woken up yet, so it’s a ti of low traffic.
Even the staff on duty at the live streaming platform couldn’t help but yawn.
Frankly, although nobody really cared that much, Qiaoqiao’s live stream traffic was truly at the top of the increasingly desolate farming broadcast section.
After all, others farm, and people just watch farming.
But at Qiaoqiao’s, there are sleeping viewers, mothers, various pregnant won, and rebellious netizens, as well as older fans from online stores…
In short, if the backend were to do a fan portrait, they would find that nearly every fan group, except for children and teenagers, is almost fully represented here.
But this hopelessly unambitious host is still just padding the streaming hours to this day.
Qiaoqiao never looks at the data. She now props her phone in the shade at the edge of the mountain to avoid the sun overheating it and interrupting the stream; then the cara remotely focuses on the excavator in front, ready to start its work.
The excavator operator even seriously asked, “Do you need
to say sothing to cooperate with your live stream?”
But Qiaoqiao was even more serious, “No need to talk, brother, you’re too far away to be heard. Just operate the excavator, I love watching that.”
Of course!
Speaking of this, the excavator operator said proudly, “If I work by the roadside, everyone passing by has to stop and take a look; no man can resist my vehicle!”
Qiaoqiao thought seriously for a mont, “That’s true, I like it too!”
Then she addressed the cara, “Kids, today I’ll teach you how to use an excavator to dig up mountains. Make sure you learn well, okay!”
The sparse fans in the live room: …
[Wait a minute! Host, isn’t there sothing wrong? I haven’t even got my C license yet!]
[Nice one! All these mountains belong to the host’s family, so big!]
[Damn, turns out I’m the poor one!]
[Host, is there a chance that you operate the excavator while sitting inside?]
[Wow, that big digging bucket looks so powerful!]
[On such a hot day, how much does the excavator charge for a shift?]
[It’s over, it’s over… I was already sleepy today, and when I finally saw the live stream, I thought we’d be getting spice packets…]
[If I watch the excavator, I’m gonna fall asleep again, aren’t I?]
[The host gets , I just love watching excavators hahaha]
[Thanks to the host for saving my dog’s life! The kid at ho was making a fuss early in the morning, but the mont I showed him this, he cald down instantly]
[Spice packets, spice packets! I condemn anyone who snipes them, ahhh!]
However, no matter how lively their chat gets, as usual, the host won’t reply.
Back to Qiaoqiao, who was doing nothing in particular, he had already called Big King over for a rub, chatting away with no communication barrier between man and dog, both intensely watching the excavator.
As per the old rules, later on, Qiaoqiao even has to go and coddle Big White by the pond!
Alas, with the heat, Big White is forced to root in the pond, far from Big King and so snacks, feeling like life has lost its soul.
But it wasn’t without its benefits–back in the hills following the boss, only it listened to the boss’s commands.
Now, in the duck pen, an entire flock of ducks heeds its orders, and it directs where the eggs are laid–
My oh my, if not for this intoxicating taste of power, Big White wouldn’t have stayed away from the hills for so long!
It’s just that the Team is too disorganized, always needing its supervision nearby, couldn’t do without it!
…
At the heart of Yun City’s old district, Aunt Song Hongi’s cart once again took up its usual spot.
The difference today was the addition of a basin next to it, soaking three to forty tea eggs in a light brown sauce.
“Oh, selling tea eggs today, are we?”
Familiar custors ca over to greet her. “But why is your broth so light? Others have it pitch black, and yours is light brown. What kind of ingredients did you use?”
Song Hongi thought: How normal. Others cook twenty in one pot, but I added a ladleful of water for these forty!
But she couldn’t say that and replied, “Others add soy sauce and all sorts of ssy ingredients; I don’t! My niece concocted it herself, sent
so, and I figured our family couldn’t finish it all, so why not cook and sell the rest, right?”
She beckoned warmly while speaking, “Want one? Only a dollar fifty, not expensive!”
She added, “Don’t judge by the pale color; the ingredients used are wonderfully fragrant, it even woke my son up early in the morning!”
That was true; the eggs were cooked at four in the morning.
As a result, not only her son but also her husband stumbled out of their room, fumbling in the dark (to save on electricity). Auntie wasn’t up to date with the movies; otherwise, she might have thought of sothing like ‘zombies on a stroll’!
As father and son made their way to the kitchen, they sniffed the air and stared at the pot: “Give us one to eat…”
The plain boiled eggs had just been cracked and put into the boiling marinade!
Think about it, the whole family felt this way, even forgetting that the tea eggs could sell for a dollar fifty! How delicious those eggs must be, right?
The regular custor realized this imdiately.
And besides, they’re just tea eggs, not sothing unaffordable, right?
In the whole market, tea eggs were priced at a dollar fifty, yet as Song Hongi said, though she was stingy, she was particular about the ingredients.
Take this pancake stall, for instance. Since this year, for so reason, the pickled vegetables served with it have beco exceptionally crisp and delicious. Even those who were tired of it ended up eating it for several days in a row.
On second thought, since the ingredients were ant for her family’s consumption, they must be both hygienic and safe, right? Everyone knew everyone; it was common knowledge that Hongi was frugal. To let her buy and mix the ingredients herself was absolutely unthinkable.
After all, tea eggs weren’t as profitable as egg pancakes.
The custor was straightforward, scooping up a big-looking egg with a spoon: “I’ll take this one!”
The eggs were cooked in the early morning, soaked for several hours, showing faint brown cracks on the shells, but they were not very visible due to the exceedingly light color of the marinade.
The custor peeled the egg leisurely through the plastic bag, while saying, “Give
another egg pancake too, with extra spicy sauce.”
“Sure!”
The custor quickly scanned a code on their phone to pay, and Song Hongi didn’t dawdle, scooping up a spoonful of white batter from the big red plastic bucket below and pouring it onto the flat pan, deftly forming a circle with the spatula…
Just as she finished spreading the batter out evenly, she saw the custor’s eyes widen, followed by an exclamation of “Holy shit!”
“Hongi! These tea eggs are great! I’ll take two more!”
anwhile, he didn’t forget to call out to his companions, “Old Qi! Old Qi! Co try Hongi’s tea eggs, they’re fantastic!”
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