Chapter 1613: Green-skinned Blind Box

Qiao Qiao's words were not without foundation.

Because among the dogs coming for matchmaking, including the ones Princess was matched with, there was one with stinky feet.

There was also one among Da Bao's potential matches.

In short, when he rejected this proposal in the livestream, everyone wanted to watch, yet couldn't help but imagine themselves eating potatoes dug up by dog paws...

How should one put it? It's complicated.

They wanted to watch, but couldn't bear to look directly at it.

However, a long-time fan who always followed the livestream warned:

【Regardless of whether this job is suitable for dogs or not, Liu Bao definitely can't do it; it's a habitual thief.】

Good grief!

Once this was said, everyone remembered how it used to steal soybeans, chestnuts, and everything else; it had even stolen and eaten chili peppers.

If it could even stomach chili peppers, who's to say it wouldn't secretly take a bite of these potatoes?

No, no.

Everyone agreed with Qiao Qiao's idea:

【Listen to me, Bao'er, you have good luck, my order must be dug up by you personally.】

Song Tan looked at the livestream, fine, then Qiao Qiao can do the digging!

Teacher Qiao Qiao, in order to provide benefits to his students, was now working with such joy and enthusiasm!

Selling like this on the livestream took time, so there weren't many potatoes piled up on the side right now.

Xiao Zhang Ge was there, nimbly wrapping the potatoes in foam netting, and seeing that he had already caught up with Qiao Qiao's progress, he asked boldly, seeing that the two were silent: "Your potatoes are quite uniform, aren't they?"

"I went to the supermarket in our town the day before yesterday to buy potatoes, and those large yellow-skinned potatoes weighed a jin each."

"Hmm." Song Tan nodded: "That kind of large yellow-skinned potato has a high starch content; they are very soft, waxy, and fragrant when stewed, boiled, or steamed."

"If the smaller ones are also yellow-skinned, most of them tend to be crispier; some people like the crispy texture of shredded potato stir-fry."

Just as they were talking, Qiao Qiao dug up another nest of potatoes.

The fans in the livestream heard the chat between the two, and looking at the potatoes in his hands, they also noticed—

Don't say, although there was a slight difference between the large and small ones, overall they were quite uniform.

【Then are these crispy potatoes or waxy potatoes?】

【Didn't the host just say? It all depends on the cooking; if you want them crispy, they're crispy, if you want them waxy, they're waxy.】

【I don't have the skills; I only know how to mix shredded potatoes with batter and make potato pancakes.】

【Oh my, why ask this? It's like sweet vs. salty tofu pudding; as long as it tastes good, isn't that all that matters?】

【That's true, most people just argue about salty vs. sweet with their mouths, but they eat it regardless.】

【After all, we are a nation of foodies!】

【Remember the nine-character mantra: Can it be eaten? How to eat it? Does it taste good?】

Song Tan took a glance at the barrage.

In the early morning, the mountain forest only had the sound of birds, their chatting, and the sound of Qiao Qiao digging potatoes.

A breeze blew by, and the slightly sweaty body instantly felt a touch of coolness.

So she also smiled:

"These potatoes of ours were carefully selected by experts from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, so they aren't extremely large, but their strength lies in their uniformity."

"If you insist on arguing whether they are crispy or waxy, with general cooking, they might be a bit waxier."

Of course, Seventh Uncle has the ability to make shredded potatoes just crispy enough while still being cooked—but this skill is clearly mastered by very few young people today.

Therefore, Song Tan just smiled: "As for why I chose the waxier ones... because I love eating them."

"Shredded potatoes with pork cracklings, sliced potatoes stir-fried with pork belly, potatoes stewed with canned meat... except for vinegar-glazed shredded potatoes, I like to use lard for stir-frying at other times; it's oily, high in calories, and eating it makes one feel happy."

With starch and fat combined, it tastes fragrant and fresh; it's hard not to feel happy!

Saying this early in the morning, many people in the livestream hadn't even had breakfast yet!

At this moment, they just lay on the bed, turned over, and silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Of course, Song Tan only had a slight preference; in reality, she eats crispy potatoes just the same.

"Seventh Uncle knows how to make cold-dressed shredded potatoes; it's especially, especially delicious to have with porridge for breakfast or dinner in the summer."

"Qiao Qiao can drink 3 bowls at once! It's just that porridge isn't filling enough, so he has to have a snack in between."

"There's also a plain-looking dish of shredded potatoes with green peppers; it's not easy to make this dish taste bad, but making it taste good and refreshing tests one's control of the heat—speaking of which, I'm hungry; why don't we have this for lunch."

Don't say, sometimes it's quite interesting to chatter with people and watch everyone get anxious.

Song Tan then added with a mischievous heart:

"Also, for vinegar-glazed shredded potatoes, Seventh Uncle doesn't like using vinegar; instead, he likes using pickled peppers to stir-fry."

"Pickled pepper shredded potatoes are sour, spicy, and refreshing; they go down well with rice. It's just that the pickled peppers in our house are also very spicy; eating too much is a bit hard to take."

Naturally, it wasn't that she couldn't take it, but that Qiao Qiao would be jumping up and down, holding ice water in pain.

Saying this, Qiao Qiao, who was digging the ground on the side, suddenly raised his head: "Sister, I want to eat pickled pepper shredded potatoes."

"We'll make both."

Song Tan didn't hesitate: the potatoes are from our own house, and Seventh Uncle is also our own; whatever we want to eat, he can make.

Even if it weren't for feeling sick of it, we could have an all-potato feast for lunch.

Both were satisfied.

The saliva in the livestream flooded Jin Shan Temple.

Xiao Zhang Ge, who had nothing, silently put foam netting on the precious potatoes on the side; at this moment, he didn't want to say anything more.

He came to help early in the morning, and indeed had a two-part thought of wanting to mooch a meal.

But during the busy farming season, everyone usually starts working at four or five o'clock and doesn't go back for breakfast until after nine.

Now his stomach was empty, and he heard Song Tan and Qiao Qiao singing in harmony here...

He didn't know how the people in the livestream managed to endure and keep watching.

He only knew that staring at these raw potatoes, he was almost dying of craving!

I really want to take a bite!

Just then, Qiao Qiao suddenly said "Oh my."

He held up a potato:

"Sister, this potato is exposed a little bit and has been sun-baked; now the skin is green. What should I do?"

For potatoes like this that have been sun-baked, if a large area is green, they basically can't be eaten.

But if only a little bit is green, it's not a big problem to soak it in water and boil it until cooked.

But after all, this is business.

Song Tan looked at the green patch the size of a quail egg and said: "Put this aside; we'll feed it to the pigs later."

A big pot of pig feed stewed together, why talk about toxicity without talking about dosage?

Sometimes they even eat it themselves.

Dealing with it like this was quite brisk, but the livestream wasn't happy.

At this moment, the owner of this blind box was jumping up and down refreshing comments and barrages, and the heartbreaking words were almost jumping off the screen!

As if one second later, he would miss out on a million-dollar prize!

【I don't mind!】

【Don't put it aside, give it to me!】

【I swear I won't eat it!】

【I swear if I eat it and have problems, I won't come looking for you.】

【I took a screenshot, you can record the screen, everyone help record the screen.】

【I want this, don't put it aside for me...】

【Woooo, my blind box!】

【The green-skinned potato opened is a limited edition, why won't you give it to me, woooo.】

Seeing that the other party was already crazy, Song Tan finally looked up and saw it.

After a moment of confusion, she was also a bit speechless.

This wasn't that serious; she told Qiao Qiao to put it aside just because some cooking novices mind this, and she wanted to save trouble.

But since the person decided they wanted it, and they were opening blind boxes, not selling potatoes, then just mail it.

Just for safety's sake—

She added solemnly: "If it's a larger area of green skin, we definitely won't mail such potatoes."

"Food safety is paramount now, everyone please understand."

"Besides," she smiled again:

"Isn't the point of opening blind boxes the excitement? Who says big green skin doesn't have excitement?"

Barrage:...

【Fine, fine, fine! So you're playing with us unlucky ones, right?】

【I originally thought there would be at least 3 jin of potatoes guaranteed this time! I didn't expect such a big variable!】

【Damn it! Even more exciting!】

【Ahhh, I didn't grab the first batch! Hurry up and post the link!】

【You guys are all for the potatoes, I'm different, I'm purely for opening the blind box...】

【No green skin, no green skin!】

Everyone did some cloud-based magic.

If it were a blind box, it wouldn't really matter; a little bit off is just a little bit off, it's not that much.

It's just that these potatoes are so delicious that losing even a little bit feels heartbreaking.

The potatoes just don't listen; sometimes they are rebellious, and as they grow, they grow up to the surface of the soil...

Who can control this?

They have such a large mountain, they can't check every single plant and then re-cover it with soil, right?

In short, everyone chattered, but the barrage became more active, and the popularity of the livestream became even higher.

Qiao Qiao didn't know that the little bit of green skin on the potato had attracted so many comments.

He just happily dug up the next plant and said:

"This one is buried very deep, no green!"

Just as he was speaking, he heard a rustling sound.

Song Tan looked over at the sound and saw Tie Lian, a regular employee on the farm who could press her ex-husband down with one hand, also coming over on a tricycle.

"Eh, didn't I hear that you've been livestreaming for a while? Why aren't there many potatoes?"

She looked at Qiao Qiao, who was wearing gloves and digging the ground, and couldn't help but smile:

"Qiao Qiao, these potatoes were originally planted in ridges. If you are afraid of scratching the potatoes, take a hoe and lightly scrape the ridge a few times; isn't that much faster than digging with your hands?"

Song Tan laughed out loud: "Don't worry about it, he's imitating a puppy."

A puppy's movements, a puppy's joy.

Qiao Qiao also nodded: "Digging like this is good. I'll just dig slowly like this."

At the same time, he was a bit curious: "Aunt Tie, why did you come up the mountain so early in the morning?"

Now that the weather is hot, the working hours of the employees are basically the same as the villagers.

At this moment, Tie Lian pointed to the tricycle: "I heard Chen Chi say this morning that you were livestreaming to sell potatoes today, and thinking there were many people in the field, I came over intending to collect the potato stalks and leaves."

The residual branches and leaves of potatoes have some toxins, so they can't even be fed to pigs.

They have such large compost pits on the river beach side, and they wouldn't even let go of the wild grass on the mountain, let alone these sprawling potato stalks.

It's just that I never expected—

Tie Lian looked around, then looked at her empty tricycle, and then looked at the few lonely potato stalks scattered on the grass on the side...

"Forget it, I'd better go to the fruit forest to pull weeds."

?? I can only write this much, 3000 words, this chapter isn't finished; I'm drooling while writing, my takeout midnight snack has gone cold, ah ah ah!

? 7.18 Supplement: It's too late tonight, I'll write more tomorrow. ===== CHAPTER 1614 =====