Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 127 - : 127. Can only eat a little bit_1
Chapter 127: 127. Can only eat a little bit_1
“Tantan,” Song Sancheng stared at his phone:
“Are you planning to let Qiaoqiao do that online…what’s it called, live-streaming to sell products? It seems pretty trendy now.”
“Your mom scrolled through TikTok the other day and even spent nineteen yuan on a pair of pants, they said these pants are great, selling tens of thousands of pairs a day…”
Song Tan helplessly replied, “I do have that plan, but I didn’t intend to start off by selling honey.”
A thousand yuan a pound would earn her nothing but group mockery.
Besides, starting to sell products as soon as the live stream gets popular can damage one’s reputation. She didn’t mind for herself, but silly as Qiaoqiao was, she hadn’t planned on letting him get scolded online.
She picked up the two baskets of dug bamboo shoots: “Dad, you guys keep busy, I’ll go back first to end the live stream.”
She carried the baskets and walked off, while Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping were still huddled together watching the live stream. Watching the King munch on the broken honeycomb like sugared peas, the two men grew hungrier and hungrier…
Just then, a series of loud “honk honk honk” sounds came from the live stream!
The noise drew closer, and soon, a goose wearing a little yellow cap with its neck stretched out long appeared from behind the King.
Zhang Yanping instinctively shrank his neck back: “Uncle, why do I feel like Big White has grown even bigger?”
Song Sancheng took a closer look: “Indeed, it’s gotten bigger—and fatter!”
Big White opened its flat beak wide, sounding even louder and more resonant, eagerly poking its head into Qiaoqiao’s hands, causing him quite a bit of chaos:
“Big White, you want some too? I told you last time you can’t eat this anymore—ok ok, only a little bit, all right?”
He obviously had no principles, as now he took another piece of honeycomb from the bowl and then, human, dog, and goose, each took turns nibbling away, the eating became even sweeter.
[Wowzers!]
Someone in the live stream exclaimed: [Leading with yellow and holding grey, eating pure natural wild honey, this is the life of immortals.]
[Turns out it’s a mukbang]
[Clearly, watching humans eat no longer whets my appetite, you need dogs and geese…]
[But I think, if the honey can tempt both the dog and the goose, it must be pretty good.]
[Just sell it, that honey looks really good, host, give us the link!]
[Stop asking, the host is intellectually impaired and obviously can’t understand this.]
[Who knows if the intellectual impairment is real or not, he hasn’t said a word.]
[Am I the only one noticing how big this goose is getting? It can’t fit in a pot.]
This barrage of comments was so chaotic, it made Zhang Yanping feel anxious and irritable.
Just then, Song Tan’s clear voice also appeared in the live stream: “Qiaoqiao, come home after you finish the work.”
Qiaoqiao immediately responded, then quickly divided the remaining honeycomb between the dog and the goose, and began heading down the mountain carrying a bucket and holding a basin.
[Hey hey hey, host, you forgot your phone—]
After a while, the viewers could only see a pair of slender hands, white as jade, extending over, and then, the live stream instantly went dark.
That’s that.
Those who had followed the last live stream knew all too well that this host’s sign-offs were always abrupt!
But for some reason, there was just something magnetic that kept people watching.
And this household sure had a lot of animals. First, it was a big honeybee, now a big dog and a big white goose—what’s with that? Eating and growing so big, maybe?
Especially that honeybee last time, geez, its rear was so rounded, it could apply for the Guinness World Records, the audience had never seen such a chubby one in their lives!
Song Tan was unaware of the online buzz, and she was just thankful that everyone still thought Qiaoqiao misspoke about the price of honey, and she hadn’t planned to post a link anyway.
And there were fewer curses aimed at Qiaoqiao.
Now she put her phone back in her pocket and then asked Qiaoqiao:
“You didn’t sneaky-eat any honey up in the mountains, did you?”
Qiaoqiao puffed out her chest in self-righteousness:
“No!”
It was a honeycomb I ate, which has nothing to do with honey.
Song Tan glanced at him, “You little clever clogs, you’re not allowed to feed King and Big White that much sweet food next time. Big White will get even fatter if he eats too much, and King will get diarrhea.”
Qiaoqiao instantly deflated: “I only ate a tiny bit.”
Song Tan snorted: Was that a little bit?
The piece was as big as a palm, Qiaoqiao and King shared one, and later there was another palm-sized piece that King, Big White, and you three shared.
“Besides,” Qiaoqiao said aggrievedly, “King is so, so big, did it eat too much honey?”
Song Tan: …
You little schemer, with King’s size, nothing he eats ever seems too much, does it?
Qiaoqiao was still full of why’s: “And what about Big White? Will Big White get diarrhea if he eats it?”
Song Tan pondered for a moment, then said seriously, “If Big White eats it… it will probably taste even better.”
…
Meanwhile.
Imperial City.
Wanhe Garden.
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The courier from Fengfeng Express had just left; Lun Chuan closed the door of his room and opened the small box he was holding.
Behind him in the small and staggered entry garden, the leaves of the black and gold “Magic Power” velvet, as dark green as ink, had been adjusted in direction.
The light green Milk Vetch below was nearly past blooming.
The deep purple rocktrumpet shrank at the edge of the window, blooming bunches of flowers in its center.
Lingering in the air was a trail of tea fragrance, calming the mind and refreshing the spirit—in the short span of the previous day, Lun Chuan had easily changed his preferences of many years.
He gave up Phoenix Dancong for an unknown green tea that he had come to love.
His only slight annoyance was that this green tea absolutely could not be drunk in the bedroom, nor at night, lest the fragrance linger and keep one tossing and turning all night—
The ten thousand words he had stayed up all night to write were indeed a feat achieved by the inspiration of this green tea.
And now, just as he had given in to temptation and brewed another cup of green tea, the courier knocked on his door once again.
This time, he earnestly looked at the name and address on the courier slip, as well as the number that was concealed in the middle.
Song Tan.
He once again committed this name to memory.
The cool-jade-like clearly defined fingers gripped a sharp craft knife, the iron-gray blade sliced through the tape on the package, sparking anticipation in his heart—
Was this the honey mentioned earlier?
The two securely bubble-wrapped honey jars were not large; he could hold one in one hand.
However, the shepherd’s purse he had eaten before, the Milk Vetch in his refrigerator, and the tea leaves steeping in his cup… none of them failed to foretell to Lun Chuan:
This honey was surely another of the world’s finest.
He slightly lifted the ordinary transparent jar with a black cap, and through the crystal-clear material, he could see the creamy yellow honey inside already beginning to crystallize…
The sunlight spilling from the north balcony window of the entry garden wasn’t too intense. But his sidelong pose in the light and shadow was like bamboo in a forest, standing tall and naturally rhythmic.
There, where his lifted wrist allowed the silk pajama sleeve to slide down, the fabric paused over the scar from a burn on his elbow, which made his wrist appear even more like cool, fragile jade, possessing a kind of delicate, breathtaking beauty.
Yet, the slight rise of the radial bone and the not-fully-faded muscle lines on his arm still signaled the strength that belonged to him.
After all, it was these hands that, in the most perilous of moments, had propped against the ground, shielding Song Tan firmly beneath him even as the blaze from an explosion engulfed them.
