Chapter 1007: Scorched Ye Zi

Song Sancheng brought some things out and asked one more question:

"Where's Old Qian, the one who castrated the pigs back in early summer? Didn't he say to call him when it was time to slaughter the pigs?"

Before Wu Lan could speak, the pig slaughterer laughed: "Oh my! Don't call Old Qian. He's fine at castrating, but his pig-slaughtering technique is truly terrible!"

"A few years ago, when he was still slaughtering pigs, he didn't even kill it with one stab... You tell me, that made the pig suffer a huge ordeal! It's a sin!"

Song Sancheng:...

Another man also laughed and patted his own round belly: "You can tell by Old Qian's build that his technique isn't good—in our village, you have to catch the pig to slaughter it. With his skinny frame, how much strength could he have?"

"If we end up making the pig suffer while trying to catch it, the meat won't taste good... You tell me, it's not worth it!"

Song Sancheng thought about the time he failed to slaughter a chicken and left a mess all over the ground, and he fell silent.

Wu Lan, however, was silent for a moment before suddenly entering the courtyard to ask Song Tan: "When you look for a partner in the future, make sure you find a handsome one! I was listening to a book yesterday, and the protagonist found a pig slaughterer—you tell me, this pig slaughterer... oh my!"

Her face was full of indescribable feelings.

Song Tan was even more speechless than her: "Mom, just read your book, don't think about reality. Don't worry, there are no ugly people in books."

Readers nowadays are very picky; a 1.8-meter-tall male lead isn't even enough, let alone an ugly one. Someone who starts from scratch is even worse; they have to have some kind of background.

Just as they were chatting, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun came downstairs, holding a list:

"Tan Tan, Xin Jun and I are going to stay in the city today to arrange the hotel and the shuttle bus."

Although they didn't suggest that netizens come early, and they had already agreed not to provide food and lodging for those who did, since people were willing to come from thousands of miles away, they couldn't really do nothing, right?

Besides, it's already the eighth today; tickets for those coming early aren't easy to buy, so they'll just have to manage whenever they can get them.

He and Xin Jun could just book the hotel in advance and then charter a minibus, so they could bring people over directly early the day after tomorrow.

"Alright." Song Tan looked at the memo: "Buy disposable bowls and chopsticks and everything else. Let me see what else there is, and I'll send you a list later."

A village banquet has more atmosphere when using their own bowls and chopsticks, but considering hygiene, they should use them where necessary!

As long as the food is good, it's fine.

Old Zhu and the others also entered the courtyard at this time: "What do we need to do here? Just give the order!"

There was plenty of work at home, and Wu Lan didn't intend to be polite: "Old Master, I see that the young men in your group are quite strong. Take the big buckets and door panels the pig slaughterer brought, and since the weather is good today, give them a thorough scrubbing and scald them with boiling water!"

Old Zhu:...

He had already prepared himself, rubbing his hands and rolling up his sleeves, but upon hearing it was this task, he silently retreated his steps:

"Well, Xiao Du, you're meticulous, go ahead and do a good job with them."

However, Old Zhu didn't stay idle either. Next, there was kneading dough, constantly boiling water, and plenty of pots and pans to scrub!

Just the dough alone required five or six large basins; if they were making steamed buns, it would be enough to choke this whole group from their stomachs to their throats without finishing it!

"What's this for? Making steamed buns?!"

Old Zhou was quite curious—he had never cooked, but kneading dough looked quite simple, and he was a bit curious now.

Seventh Cousin walked over and placed ingredients next to each dough basin, saying: "Not making steamed buns. I tasted the Scorched Ye Zi you brought yesterday, and it was quite good. We'll fry some ourselves, and give it to everyone as a snack on the tenth."

"Come, I'll teach you. This isn't hard. The dough doesn't need to be kneaded to have much elasticity; just knead it until it's even."

Zhang Yanping was still playing with his phone, but when he heard this, he jumped and hurriedly shouted into the house:

"Qiao Qiao, come out and livestream! Hurry up and get that duration up, don't be careless! If the duration isn't enough, it will affect the revenue share."

Qiao Qiao responded, and after a while, he brought out a basket of eggs and handed them over, then took out his phone and stand from the house, aiming the camera at the pairs of hands on the table.

"Ahem!" The Old Master troupe silently stood a bit straighter, their expressions even more solemn.

Although they knew their faces wouldn't be filmed—Qiao Qiao was especially good at this.

But, weren't those hands kneading the dough still theirs?

Seventh Cousin didn't care about their inexplicable competitive spirit. He habitually pushed a small hole into the dough in the basin, then held an egg with one hand and "Crack!" knocked one in.

"Come!" He instructed: "Put 10 eggs in one basin, be careful, if any eggshells fall into the dough, fish them out. The chickens don't lay many eggs in winter, it took a long time to save these up, can't waste them."

That was a given; none of the old men were people who would waste things! Besides, they weren't so incompetent that they couldn't even crack an egg.

Qiao Qiao, however, had already started the livestream unexpectedly, and now his face was directly in front of the camera:

"Little friends, did you all get to eat the rice stalks yesterday when you got home?"

"But that requires a machine, so I won't let everyone learn it—but you can learn today! Look, we're frying Scorched Ye Zi today. We can have it as a snack when we slaughter the pigs on Laba day, it's so fragrant!"

After he finished speaking, he skillfully switched the camera back, completely ignoring the pain in the comments—

【Again! So unexpected!】

【If I hadn't set special notifications, I wouldn't have received the alert at all!】

【You're not selling it but you're making me crave it, report, report!】

【Fine, fine, fine, after the rice stalks that were all over my dreams last night but I couldn't eat, today you're making something delicious on the spot, right?】

【Who didn't get to eat the rice stalks! It's me!】

【Yesterday there was a sincere warning I didn't listen to, I watched the rice stalk seller pass by my door, drooled all night, my pillowcase was soaked.】

【What is Scorched Ye Zi? Is it deep-fried?! I dare not imagine how fragrant it is!】

【We have Scorched Ye Zi in our hometown too, it's made with flour, cut into diamond shapes and deep-fried.】

【Ah, deep-fried, won't it be a bit unhealthy?】

【Tsk tsk tsk, you new fans are afraid of it being unhygienic, afraid of it being unhealthy, and in a moment you'll be shouting about lethal doses of sugar...】

【Exactly, as if you could actually eat it.】

【Can't eat it, can't eat it, can't eat it... the resentment of not being able to eat it could raise three Evil Sword Immortals.】

And "It's Corn," who had just started the livestream, looked at the livestream room where the data had plummeted again. Staring at the kudzu powder in his hand that he hadn't had time to list yet, he secretly asked his team:

"Is this kudzu powder a bit unlucky? Why is there no one in the livestream room every time I want to sell it?"

"Shh!" A worker on the team secretly told him: "Our manager took a kickback for this kudzu powder, and the entry fee negotiated was high, anyway, you definitely have to sell it once." ===== CHAPTER 1008 =====