The final success of winter melon candy came on the morning of the fourth day.
Qiao Qiao got busy early in the morning.
He held the mobile phone holder and looked into the kitchen for a while and then looked outside the yard. He really didn't know what to teach the children to do. He looked around with a confused face, which was really pitiful.
In the end, Zhang Yanping persuaded him: "Both of these are repetitive actions. You can start broadcasting the watermelon jam, and then look at the winter melon candy after broadcasting. I made the link yesterday, and you can sell it together before the broadcast."
As for the soy beans and watermelon sauce... these things will have to be dry for at least a few months, and they are not packaged. It is better not to pre-sell them yet, and let customers save their money first.
What a pity, ever since I found out about their [Pastoral Notes], I'm afraid the coffers have never been full again, right?
As expected, Qiao Qiao was open-minded and accepted the lesson, but she was caught off guard when the show started airing at 5:00 in the morning.
In the village, everyone gets up at this time, has eaten and is ready to work.
In the city, large areas of night owls are still struggling, until a reminder pops up on their cell phone——
[The anchor you are particularly interested in [Pastoral Notes] is now on the air! Come and join us...]
Night owls:? ? ?
Shocked, but not that shocked.
I was ecstatic, but subconsciously looked at the balance.
But anyway——
[I stayed up late last night because it must have been a warning from God that my sweetheart would start the live broadcast at 5:00! 】
[Teacher Qiaoqiao, have you seen it? I stayed up all night just to see you! 】
[Holy shit, why are there so many watermelons? For sale? 】
【Sell, sell, sell watermelons! ! ! 】
[Damn it, there are obviously so many, why are they only sold a few times and the quantity is so small? 】
[Don’t talk about shipping costs this time! We obviously paid for it ourselves! 】
【watermelon! watermelon! I must eat it! 】
[Everyone, I have a bold idea——]
[The early bird catches the worm, the fans who don’t sleep catch the worm]
[I can’t afford it... I don’t believe that I am the only poor person in this live broadcast room...]
[And me, I have watched the live broadcast for several months, and so far I have not spent more than 1,000 for the host]
[If I had had this willpower when I was in school, I wouldn’t have to worry about finding a job now...]
Because there are too many watermelons. Qiaoqiao is also helping with the work. Zhang Yanping was also guarding the stove and had no time to pay more attention.
This live broadcast has maintained its usual style, focusing on being caught off guard and not watching the barrage.
I saw Qiaoqiao putting her cell phone up and sitting in front of the stool to help cut the watermelon. He is now very skilled in knife skills. He cut the large watermelon with emerald green patterns in half with one stroke, and then used the knife to cut off the thick skin without any concern at all. He ignored the misunderstanding in the live broadcast room and the "wasting natural resources" barrage over and over again.
Over there, Zhai Xiaofeng cut the large piece of watermelon meat into smaller pieces and pushed it into the basin on the side.
Master Qian, who has never appeared in the live broadcast room, methodically prepares various ingredients - onions, ginger, garlic, peppercorns, star anise, bags of edible salt, etc., prepared pot by pot according to the proportion.
This assembly line working machine is simple and efficient, and it feels quite fulfilling to do it.
When Master Qian quickly mixed the ingredients according to weight, he immediately rushed to Qiaoqiao: "Okay, okay, I'll cut it. Aren't you going to do that live broadcast? Go live."
Master Qian is not as stubborn as his seventh cousin. Qiao Qiao has been helping Qiao Qiao in the mountains for a while, and he likes this fair and hard-working silly boy. There is no shortage of skills to teach, but I really don't want to ask him to work.
And Zhai Xiaofeng on the side... Oh, her daughter is about the same age as Qiao Qiao. Can Qiao Qiao not like her now?
She was afraid of burning her white hands after washing the pot twice more. Now she cooperated with Master Qian: "Yes, yes, you hurry up and go live."
Only then did Qiao Qiao realize that he had forgotten the children again!
So he quickly stood up and explained:
"Kids, this is the watermelon jam that I didn't finish last time."
"The beans are now covered and dried."
He pushed the phone forward, and everyone in the live broadcast room quickly saw the pots of dried beans glowing with a strange yellow-green color.
【Ah this】
[Looks like mold]
[This is all hairy, can it be eaten?]
【Eatable! So delicious! My mom makes it very delicious. 】
[My hometown used to do it, but no one does it now]
[It seems that the method is a little different from my hometown, but the products produced by the anchor should be delicious]
[Link to link! 】
Qiaoqiao skillfully piled the beans onto the dustpan: "Now I have to shake off the Aspergillus oryzae on the beans, otherwise there will be too many and it will affect the taste."
He took two steps forward and stood in the downwind, holding the dustpan in both hands and moving it up and down at a constant speed. Then I watched the fine green-yellow powder blow away with the wind... It was very interesting!
Qiaoqiao's energy is getting stronger and stronger!
The clattering of beans and the beating of the dustpan are particularly rhythmic in the early morning.
If it weren't for the yellow-green smoke that hit the face in the morning light and seemed to choke people, I'm afraid just listening to the sound could really hypnotize another group of viewers.
Qiaoqiao was very strong and his movements were nimble. The hair on the bean had been rubbed by his hands before, and now he was giving it a shake. Although it was time-consuming, it was not too tiring for him.
[Anchor has good arm strength]
[It’s been a long morning, and you’ve weighed hundreds of kilograms of beans. Are you really not tired? 】
[The waste looked at his trembling arms after lifting weights yesterday and burst out crying]
[Teacher Qiaoqiao is really strong]
[You can tell it when you see him going up the mountain to carry yellow soil]
It was only then that Qiaoqiao took the time to talk to the live broadcast room:
"Children, these are ordinary watermelon jam. The watermelon is bought. But later we will make our own watermelon jam and soy beans. The soybeans are cut by Qiao Qiao, and the watermelons are picked by Brother Wu Lei! They must be particularly delicious. !”
He was serious about every word. Although there was no description of the food, everyone in the live broadcast room immediately began to fantasize about it——
How delicious is it? It should be better than green pepper beef sauce, right? ! It must be!
Before I woke up from this dream, I heard Qiao Qiao say again:
"But they're not ready yet. The watermelon jam and soy beans need to be dried for more than a month, so I won't sell them today!"
【? ? ? ! ! ! Not for sale? ! 】
[My piggy bank has been smashed. Are you telling me this? ! 】
[I dug my father’s private money out from behind the air conditioner, so why don’t you sell it? ! 】
[Anchor, you are really not a human being]
[Aren’t you going to do pre-sales? Is the customer service still on vacation? I can! let me! No salary required! 】
[It’s just a post, you upload the link now, I can wait]
【Anchor! When doing business, you have to strike while the iron is hot! 】
[Um...the number of viewers is only over 10,000. It's so early in the morning. It can't be called "hot", right? 】
[You are so smart, are you a newcomer? 】
[When I heard this traitor’s tone, he sounded like a newbie! Come on, get out! 】
[Is more than 10,000 people a small number? It’s better to have less, so you can grab more—hey, hey, hey, why are there so many people suddenly! 】
Sleep until nine o'clock... Good morning. This is from last night.
8.4 Additional information in the evening: I have to check some information tonight and will update it before 12 noon tomorrow.
(End of chapter)
