Chapter 805: 795. Pickled Radish Tops
Wu Lei grudgingly agreed to the job transfer, while Zhang Yanping called out to Qiaoqiao:
“Co on, if you’re free, think about what to teach the kids next? You’re still two hours shy of your live streaming quota for this month!”
It was already the end of the month.
Qiaoqiao was taken aback, ready to speak, when he saw Aunt Lianhua carrying a big basin of radish seedlings passing by. He instantly had an idea for a lesson!
“Today, I’ll teach the kids how to pickle radish greens!”
There were quite a lot of thick radish seedlings from the 15 acres of land. Compared to them, the villagers who ca to help with a basket each were re drops in the ocean.
And since those leftover radish seedlings couldn’t be finished in one or two als, Aunt Lianhua and her family washed them clean and hung them on bamboo poles to dry.
But because it was busy yesterday and there was no sunshine, it was delayed a bit, which wasn’t a major problem.
Now, with the rain pouring and no farmwork to do, what better ti to pickle radish greens at ho!
Zhang Yanping rembered the delicious dripping radish greens fried with Pork Lard Residue, and without another word, he started his live stream—
If it’s unexpected, then let it be unexpected.
However, he forgot that he promised his hundreds of thousands of fans waterlon sauce and fernted beans, and failed to deliver ti after ti. As soon as the live stream started, instead of greeting the host, the barrage of comnts flooding in was full of reproaches:
[Dog thief! If I call you ‘Brother,’ do you dare to put the fernted beans up for sale?]
[Soday with the knife in my hand, I’ll kill all the dog thieves who have pigeon-ed !]
[Waterlon sauce! Waterlon sauce! Waterlon sauce!]
[Fernted beans! Fernted beans! Fernted beans!]
[Sell them! Sell them! I have money now, I have money, so sell them!]
[As an old fan and big boss of the underworld, don’t ignore —I’ll kneel down and beg you…]
Zhang Yanping: …
Awkward.
Too busy with too many things, today he had ti and it was the right ti to start work, but he forgot.
The rain curtain outside showed no sign of stopping, and it was impossible to open the sauce jars! In that case…
Ahem.
He stepped back to make sure his live stream wouldn’t capture himself, then helped set up Qiaoqiao’s phone:
“Qiaoqiao, go ahead! Tell everyone about the gifts we prepared for the kids.”
Qiaoqiao uttered an “Oh,” completely oblivious to the fervor in the live stream. He just diligently took out a cutting board and knife to sit in the corridor:
“Kids, today I’m going to teach you how to pickle radish greens!”
As he spoke, he pulled over the basin and explained, “Originally, these radish greens were to be sent to the top three on the leaderboard, and I’ve already private ssaged them for addresses.”
“But Brother Xiaozhang said—do you know Brother Xiaozhang? He’s the Xiaozhang who delivers packages super fast. Brother Xiaozhang said these radish seedlings are too tender and wilt easily. If we use refrigerated shipping, it’s very expensive…”
He hadn’t finished talking when the barrage in the stream went wild.
[What? There are such perks? Can I still make a donation in ti?]
[The addresses are already private ssaged? I didn’t see it, you must have missed !]
[I don’t care, I don’t care, I just want to eat!! Can I do cash on delivery for the shipping?]
[Exactly! Cash on delivery, I can do that.]
[Host, look at ! I’m in the top three, I’ll pay for the delivery, aaah!]
[I don’t know why, but I feel a faint sense of glee in my heart.]
[I understand you, the one ahead. Since I can’t eat it anyways, better if no one can.]
[If there is a top three, I would really be driven mad with jealousy.]
Qiaoqiao, however, gathered a handful of wilted dried radish greens, placed them on the cutting board, and with knife in hand, chop chop chop, swiftly minced them into fine pieces.
anwhile, she continued to explain: “So I said, I won’t send radish greens anymore, I’ll send pickled radish greens instead… Would you guys like that? It’s really delicious!”
Danmaku: …
[Burst into tears]
[Why? Why haven’t I even seen a radish leaf, while others can eat the pickled radish greens made by the host herself?]
[Just one question, are you selling it?]
[Don’t stop , I want to equally resent everyone who got it]
[I’m going to be furious! I’m going to rage against those who snatched my radish greens!]
[Post the link! Post the link!!!]
Qiaoqiao didn’t stop what she was doing; she sat face to face with Aunt Lianhua, and handful after handful of radish greens beca evenly chopped under their knives.
Seventh Uncle, seeing that there weren’t many radish greens left in the basket, took down a large basin from another shelf:
“Make so room for , I’ll rub them.”
“Okay.” Qiaoqiao promptly stood up, hooking the stool with her foot to change places, and as she saw Seventh Uncle wash his hands next to her, she didn’t forget to explain:
“The process of pickling radish greens is like this: first, wash them clean and let them dry for half a day or a day. Then cut them into tiny pieces… Kids can buy them and practice at ho. We don’t sell ours because my sister said that after rubbing, the amount becos very small, just enough for our own family to eat.”
At this, the crying in the danmaku beca even more intense than before.
Who could stand this, watching delicious food right before their eyes, but they stubbornly refuse to sell it?!
[It’s maddening!]
[So frustrated! I didn’t drink a single cup of milk tea last month, just so I could spend money here. Why won’t you give
a chance?]
[Please, please… You guys have so much here, you must have more… Selling a little would still leave enough to eat.]
[Sha on you, making such a fuss over so radish greens! I’m different, I’m begging you on my knees, okay?]
[The top three silently rejoice]
[Listen to , host. The top three patrons who donate so much definitely don’t lack these small country dishes like radish greens! But I’m different, I need it]
Good heavens, the deal seems to be set yet soone is trying to cut in line?!
As soon as this danmaku was sent, two of the top three imdiately began to donate rapidly.
But Qiaoqiao paid no attention to it. She only turned the cara to Seventh Uncle, who was pouring salt over the minced radish greens in the basin in front of him and saying to Qiaoqiao: “Watch carefully. The better you rub it, the crisper and more refreshing it will be when you eat it.”
Qiaoqiao nodded “uh-huh” continuously while also diligently playing the role of a teacher:
“Kids, when you rub the radish greens, you need to sprinkle so salt on top, then rub hard, just like you would knead dough, to squeeze out all the juice.”
As he spoke, his pale hand holding the cara waved back and forth in front of Seventh Uncle, who frowned and still added:
“I’m old and used to manual labor; my hands can take the salt and the chili. If you’re going to rub it, rember to wear gloves.”
Otherwise, later on, you’ll have a hard ti with the salt and the chili.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Qiaoqiao kept nodding.
“Did you kids hear that? You need to wear gloves!”
[The kids don’t want to learn, they just want to spend money]
[Host, if you sell it to , I won’t need to wear gloves]
[I’m not listening, I’m not listening, I’m not listening!]
[I want to buy, I want to buy, I want to buy!!]
[What’s the big deal? It’s just radish greens. Sooner or later, I’ll find out where the host lives!]
[Am I the only one who still rembers the waterlon sauce?]
[Damn you for changing the subject. Ah, my bean paste!!!]
[I’ve said it! I must spend this money!]
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