Chapter 815

Good heavens! Good heavens!

Seeing this title, not just the wage slaves, but every early bird is trembling with rage!

It's already hard enough being a corporate slave every day; why is watching a livestream so infuriating too?! I want to not watch it, but such a flashy title must have been written by that gangster boss; he's just a clickbaiter!

What does this have to do with our innocent and cute Teacher Qiaoqiao?

Everyone is brushing their teeth/sitting on the subway/bus/putting on makeup/lying in bed... while bitterly clicking the link!

Oh, the screen is black; it hasn't started yet.

Everyone stared at the preview, gritting their teeth in wait. After a full 20 minutes, Qiaoqiao's pretty face finally appeared, leaning in close.

Oh, up close, my baby looks even better!

【Ding, sightseeing card】

【What sunscreen does the streamer use? How is it that after a whole summer of farm work, she still hasn't tanned?】

【I want to ask too! The summer livestream hours aren't short, and most of it is outdoor work... how is she still so fair?】

【I know this one! Using the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, she projects all the melanin onto the gangster boss!】

【Total nonsense, but it makes so much sense!】

【Why ask about sunscreen? A real man should face the UV rays head-on—where is the luxury breakfast?】

【I want to see what kind of luxury breakfast I can't afford to eat.】

【A wage slave holding a vegetable bun, looking sadly at someone else's luxury breakfast.】

【Um... I bought four plain steamed buns; is it okay to eat them while watching the livestream?】

【Tested it, it's fine. I ordered takeout too... it's just that the more you eat, the sadder you get.】

【But... where is the luxury breakfast?】

【Luxury breakfast, luxury breakfast, luxury breakfast, banging plates waiting!!!】

Qiaoqiao was completely unaware of the enthusiasm in the chat.

He placed his phone on the corner of the stove and then huffed and puffed as he carried over a giant pumpkin weighing several dozen jin:

"Little friends, today I'll teach you how to cook pig feed!"

Early in the morning, the already sparse chat became even more sluggish.

【Luxury breakfast... is it for the pigs or for me?】

【You dog! Ahhhhh, you clickbaiter, ahhhhh!】

【Holding my bun in the morning, I shed tears of relief. Finally, one day I've surpassed... the pigs in terms of food.】

【Cooking pig feed, cooking pig feed, cooking pig feed...】

【My takeout just arrived. Should I still watch this livestream?】

They said their piece, and Qiaoqiao went about his business.

This pumpkin is a local long pumpkin; one can weigh over ten jin. No one knows whose vegetable garden the vendor who delivers vegetables every day got them from; big and small ones are all mixed together.

When delivering, the truck bed was full. When Jiang Master saw it, he thought it was pretty good. After asking the price and discussing it with Song Tan, they bought the whole lot.

Don't even mention it; at 0.35 yuan per jin, it's piled up in a huge corner!

Make pumpkin buns today, stew some meat tomorrow, cook pumpkin soup the day after... seeing this pile not getting any smaller, you can't eat it every meal, right?

So, now that the stove is built, they set aside the majority to feed the pigs.

Qiaoqiao huffed and puffed as he lifted a basket onto the side of the stove. First, he used the hose connected to the faucet to fill half the pot with water, then added firewood, and only then picked up the thick-backed kitchen knife that was currently idle (Seven-Table Grandpa didn't like it), and with a "Crack!", he chopped down!

This chop seemed to be the start. Next, his vegetable chopping was bold, unrestrained, and unscrupulous. The "duangduangduang" sound echoed continuously in the mountains, making the few pigs grunt and squeal, exceptionally dissatisfied.

Especially the wild and fierce wild boar, Da Hei. If it weren't for Da Wang staring at it from the side, it would have jumped the fence in three steps by now!

What a sin! Tricking the piggies in, and now, first thing in the morning, they only get two ladles of bran. Who is that enough for!

And Qiaoqiao had already finished chopping a large pumpkin.

The chat started to increase without anyone noticing...

【Help, I just drank a cup of black coffee, planning to work with full energy, and now I'm sleepy again!】

【This big pumpkin is really good! I want to drink pumpkin soup.】

【A palm-sized piece of old pumpkin in the supermarket sells for 3.5 yuan. Why do the pigs eat so well?】

【I mean, are these pigs for sale?】

【My dear baby, fatten up the pigs. I'll be waiting for the pig-slaughtering feast during the New Year!】

【If I'm not at the pig-slaughtering feast, my resentment will truly be heavier than the King of Hell's.】

【One pumpkin isn't enough!! Chop ten more!】

【Won't it be a bit monotonous to only eat pumpkin? I even have sauce for my buns this morning.】

Just as this comment scrolled past, they saw Qiaoqiao say "Oops" again, and he hurriedly grabbed another basket to the sink.

The livestream couldn't see it, but he had forgotten the camera. He used a shoe brush to scrub the sweet potatoes covered in mud one by one, scrubbing them so carefully and cleanly, ensuring the piggies wouldn't eat a bit of dirt.

When he came back carrying the dripping basket, he remembered today's teaching task, so he said:

"Little friends, everyone shouldn't be picky eaters, and piggies can't have an unbalanced diet either, so today, besides pumpkin, we also have sweet potatoes!"

"Look!"

He took a sweet potato end out of the basket:

"This is a small end that was accidentally broken off when digging sweet potatoes. The big half will be taken to dry into sweet potato strips today. This one is hard to cut, so I'll just cook it directly."

After saying that, he threw it into the pot.

Immediately after, there was another fist-sized irregular sweet potato and a sweet potato as thick as a cucumber: "This kind is hard to slice, and this kind is too small, so let's give them to the piggies too!"

"Little friends, if there are sweet potatoes in the field that you don't want, please don't waste them. You can bring them back, wash them, and feed the piggies! They also like eating them raw!"

【Woooooo, I'm crying. Why am I crying? The streamer doesn't understand.】

【I'm crying too. I don't have sweet potatoes, and I don't have pigs.】

【Wailing loudly, is it my fault that I don't have a sweet potato field?】

【It's the streamer's sweet potatoes, ahhhhh, feed me, feed me, feed me!】

【I'm not picky about sweet potato ends, sell them to me, sell them to me, sell them to me!】

【I can eat them raw too, ahhhhh, watching the livestream makes me feel so resentful.】

New fans:...

So weird!

The fans in this livestream are so weird, and the content is so weird too... Let me take another look!

The messy red-skinned and white-skinned sweet potato ends were dumped into the pot by the basketful. Qiaoqiao took out two sweet potatoes that were just the right size: "Look, after cooking the pig feed, I'll bury them in the stove pile! I'll have one, and my sister will have one! I love that dry, fragrant, crispy skin of roasted sweet potatoes!"

He was a qualified teacher, and at this moment, he solemnly reminded: "Everyone, please don't put sweet potatoes in when the fire is at its peak. If you're not careful, they'll burn into black charcoal!"

【I don't even want to say anything anymore.】

【I don't roast them because I don't like roasting by nature, not because I don't have a stove.】

【Another indescribable skill added.】

【Sincere question, does the streamer's house need someone to cook pig feed? An unemployed college student, out of supplies, will go be a waiter tomorrow.】

【Same, unemployed. I don't look down on waiters, it's just that my four years of college tuition and living expenses were so expensive, woooooo.】

【The one in front doesn't need to explain, I understand too... I couldn't hold out, so I bit the bullet and went into sales.】

【So sad, even though you can get ahead anywhere if you have the ability, I'm just an ordinary person, hey!】