Chapter 127

"Tantan," Song Sancheng stared at his phone:

"Are you planning to let Qiaoqiao go online... online, what's it called, livestream and sell goods? It seems quite popular now."

"Your mom swiped on TikTok last time and even spent nineteen yuan to buy a pair of pants. People said these pants were so good, selling tens of thousands of pairs a day..."

Song Tan was helpless: "I do have that plan, but I didn't plan to sell honey right off the bat."

At one thousand yuan per jin, she would get nothing but mockery.

Besides, selling goods as soon as a livestream gets hot is very damaging to one's reputation. She's fine, but Qiaoqiao, silly as he is, she didn't plan to let him get scolded by people online.

She picked up the two baskets of bamboo shoots she had dug: "Dad, you guys keep busy, I'll go back first and turn off the livestream."

She walked away carrying the baskets, while Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping were still huddled together watching the livestream. Seeing Dawang eating those broken honeycomb pieces like candy one bite at a time, the two grown men felt hungrier the more they watched...

And just at this moment, they heard a series of loud "quack quack quack quack" sounds from the livestream room!

The sound came from far to near, and soon a little yellow-capped big white goose with its neck stretched long poked out from behind Dawang.

Zhang Yanping subconsciously shrank his neck: "Uncle, why do I feel like Dabai has grown again?"

Song Sancheng looked carefully: "It really has grown—and it's fatter too!"

They saw Dabai's flat goose beak open wide, its voice becoming even louder and more high-pitched, and at this moment, it couldn't wait to nudge its head against Qiaoqiao's hand, making Qiaoqiao flustered:

"Dabai, do you want to eat too? I told you last time you can't eat anymore—alright, alright, you can only eat a little bit."

He was clearly quite unprincipled, and at this moment he took another piece of honeycomb from the basin, and then, one person, one dog, and one goose, each taking a bite, ate it even more sweetly.

【Good heavens!】

Someone in the livestream room exclaimed: 【Leading a yellow dog on the left and holding a falcon on the right, eating pure natural honey, this is the life of an immortal.】

【Turns out it's a mukbang】

【Clearly, watching people eat can no longer stimulate my appetite, I have to watch a dog and a goose...】

【I actually think that if the dog and goose are both craving this honey, it must be quite good.】

【Sell it, this honey looks really good, Host, why don't you post a link】

【Stop typing, the host has an intellectual disability and can't understand this at all.】

【Who knows if the intellectual disability is real or fake, he hasn't said a word】

【Am I the only one who noticed this goose has grown so big, one pot won't be enough to stew it.】

The barrage was a mess, making Zhang Yanping feel irritated.

At this moment, Song Tan's clear voice also appeared in the livestream room: "Qiaoqiao, finish your work and come home."

Qiaoqiao responded instantly, then hurriedly gave the remaining honeycomb to the dog and goose, half for each, and then carried the bucket and held the basin as he walked down the mountain.

【Hey hey hey, Host, you forgot your phone—】

After a while, everyone only saw a slender, jade-like hand reach over, and then, the livestream room instantly went black.

Fine.

Old users who had followed the last livestream knew that this host's way of ending a broadcast was always caught off guard!

But for some reason, there was just that magic that attracted people to keep watching.

And this family raises so many things; before it was a big bee, this time it's a big dog and a big white goose—how come these things are so good? Did they grow so big from eating this?

Especially that bee last time, oh my, that butt was so round it could apply for Guinness; the viewers had never seen such a fat one in their lives!

Song Tan was unaware of the online craze; she was just glad that everyone still thought Qiaoqiao had misspoken about the price of the honey, and she hadn't planned to post a link anyway.

It also saved Qiaoqiao from a barrage of scolding.

At this moment, she tucked her phone back into her pocket and asked Qiaoqiao:

"You didn't sneak any honey on the mountain, did you?"

Qiaoqiao puffed out his chest, righteous and confident:

"No!"

What he ate was honeycomb, which has nothing to do with honey.

Song Tan glanced at him: "Little smarty-pants, don't feed Dawang and Dabai so many sweets next time. Dabai will get even fatter if it eats too much, and Dawang will get diarrhea if it eats too much."

Qiaoqiao instantly shrank back: "Only ate a little bit."

Song Tan snorted: Was that a little bit?

A palm-sized piece, you and Dawang split it, and later there was another palm-sized piece, you, Dawang, and Dabai split it.

"And," Qiaoqiao felt aggrieved: "Dawang is so, so big, did it eat too much honey?"

Song Tan:...

Little smarty-pants, with Dawang's physique, nothing feels like too much, right?

Qiaoqiao was still asking a hundred thousand whys: "What about Dabai? Will Dabai get diarrhea if it eats it?"

Song Tan pondered for a moment, then said seriously: "If Dabai eats it... it will probably taste better."

At the same time.

Imperial Capital.

Wanhe Garden.

The Phoenix Express courier had just left, and Lu Chuan closed the door and unpacked the small box in his arms.

In the small, scattered garden by the entrance behind him, the ink-green velvet leaves of the Philodendron 'Black Gold' had already been adjusted in direction.

The light green primroses below were about to finish blooming.

The deep purple gloxinia huddled at the edge of the window, blooming into flowers in the center.

The air was filled with wisps of tea fragrance, making one feel relaxed and mentally bright—in the short day that had passed, Lu Chuan had easily changed his preferences of many years.

He gave up Phoenix Dancong and fell in love with this unknown green tea instead.

The only annoyance was that this green tea must never be drunk in the bedroom, nor at night, otherwise the tea fragrance would linger, leading to a night of tossing and turning—

The ten thousand words he stayed up all night writing last night were the achievement unlocked by this green tea.

And now, just after he couldn't resist the temptation and brewed another cup of green tea, the courier had come to the door again.

This time, he carefully looked at the address and name on the shipping label, and the number hidden in the middle.

Song Tan.

He once again carefully memorized this name.

Fingers with distinct joints like cold jade gripped the sharp utility knife, and the iron-gray blade sliced through the packing tape, also sparking a sense of anticipation in his heart—

Is this the honey mentioned before?

The two jars of honey, wrapped tightly in air column bags, were not large; he could hold one in one palm.

However, the shepherd's purse he ate before, the Chinese milk vetch kept fresh in the refrigerator, and the tea leaves brewed in his cup... all were predicting to Lu Chuan:

This honey must also be a top-tier product of the world.

He slightly raised the ordinary transparent hexagonal glass jar with a black lid, and through the clear material, looked at the milky-yellow honey inside that had already begun to crystallize...

The light spilled in from the window of the north balcony of the entrance garden, not particularly strong. Yet his posture in the light and shadow was like a green bamboo in the forest, tall and jade-like, with its own rhythm.

At the raised wrist, the silk pajamas slid down, pausing at the burn scar on the elbow, making the wrist look even more like cold jade, with a kind of fragile, breathtaking beauty.

And the slightly protruding radius and the muscle lines on his arm that hadn't completely disappeared were still showing the strength that belonged to him.

After all, it was these hands that supported the ground at the most dangerous moment, and even when the exploding flames swept through, they still firmly protected Song Tan underneath.

——————Side note——————

I drank a cup of pearl milk tea at five yesterday afternoon, so... this was written at four-thirty in the morning, and I crawled up at nine to edit it...

Now I am in a state of decadence.

Why are there people who can drink tea and not have it affect their sleep? I don't understand!!!

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