Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 153 - . Peeling Task_1

Chapter 153: 153. Peeling Task_1 Chapter 153: 153. Peeling Task_1 Seventh Uncle finished dealing with Da Wang and now was wandering over to inspect his new cooking stove.

The new cooking stove was built entirely according to his specifications, using leftover red bricks and cement from the last time they built the pigsty and doghouse.

It might have looked just like a simple shelter in the yard, but in fact, it occupied a full quarter of the courtyard space as a “kitchen”.

Neatly stacked against the courtyard wall were piles of firewood and a large bag of pine needles for kindling.

In front of the firewood stack, facing it was a countertop made from laying thick wooden boards on top of brickwork. Seventh Uncle’s array of seasoning jars and essential cooking condiments like oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar were all placed on it.

Right next to it, there was a large iron pot.

It must have been used for many years, maintained to a shiny glossiness, and the diameter alone was seventy-two centimeters.

How big was that?

Well, to put it this way, a pot with a diameter of thirty centimeters would usually suffice for a family of four to cook their meals. Moreover, the pot’s surface area was like the size of a pizza, making it easy to cook for several dozen people with this one pot.

There was another of the same size beside it.

And in between the two pots, closer to the top, was a large iron canister built into the stove, complete with a lid.

From now on, before lighting the fire, they would fill this canister with water and by the time the meal was cooked, the water would almost be boiling. Whether it was washing dishes, scrubbing pots, or needing to blanch something, it was convenient.

According to Seventh Uncle, having a water heater was all well and good, but since they had to light the fire anyway, adding a few more bricks to build a water pot was not much trouble at all!

That’s right!

Since he was the eldest and the chef, with such reasonable requests, and the family was counting on him to properly guide Qiaoqiao, naturally, he could say whatever he wanted.

Even so, Seventh Uncle was still not satisfied. He didn’t dare to display some of his treasured items outside, but instead stuffed them directly into the cabinet.

“Sancheng, it’s not that I’m unwilling to let you use the good stuff, but it’s just that when left outdoors, no matter how well you preserve it, it’s prone to moisture and heat, leading to spoilage,” said Seventh Uncle.

“This stove is fine for spring, summer, and autumn, but it won’t do for winter. Before winter comes, you need to figure out a way to expand the kitchen further.”

That was a matter for the winter, and spring had just started. Song Sancheng was full of confidence:

“Alright, Uncle, don’t worry. When I have time, I’ll renovate the entire courtyard.”

For now, just appease him like this—after all, you can’t grow fat with just one bite.

Checking the time, since they didn’t need to dig up fresh bamboo shoots this morning, they could head to the vegetable market early.

And there you had it, Song Tan had already returned, and it was just past ten o’clock.

The tea pickers wouldn’t finish work until noon, and with Seventh Uncle’s speed of cooking, there was no rush at all.

He then beckoned, “Qiaoqiao, come over and give your uncle a hand.”

Qiaoqiao was holding a brand-new tablet, and right now, he was quite reluctant to take his eyes off it. However, Song Tan unhesitatingly took away the tablet:

“If Qiaoqiao wants to watch Ultraman, he needs to earn his pay. After all, tablets are expensive.”

“From now on, for three meals a day, you follow Seventh Uncle. Whatever he asks you to do, you do. Once you’re done with the work, you can come and get the tablet from me and play as much as you like.”

“Does that sound good?”

Qiaoqiao seemed somewhat confused: “I only have to cook?”

Song Tan thought for a moment and turned to ask Seventh Uncle, “Seventh Uncle, would your cooking methods work if we live-streamed them?”

Seventh Uncle chuckled, “What’s there to hide with home cooking? Nowadays, those tremelo platforms, bookstores, and those ‘Little Green Books’ or whatever that you young folks play with, are filled with recipes. Feel free to stream it.”

Seventh Grandma interjected bluntly, “He only knows how to cook home dishes anyway. For some of the newer dishes, he himself browses that ‘Xiachufang’ at home and has even picked up a couple of tricks.”

Having his secret revealed, Seventh Uncle huffed, “What do you mean ‘picked up a couple of tricks’? My methods are more efficient. It’s necessary to watch and learn a lot, isn’t it?”

With that, he hastily changed the subject:

“You young people just love to fuss over these fancy gadgets, just shoot it casually, I’m not holding anything back, and it’s not like everyone has this skill.”

This indeed was true.

Otherwise, with so many recipes out there, why are some people chefs while others still end up burning their pots?

Song Tan couldn’t help but smile, then said to Qiaoqiao:

“While you’re cooking, you can also run your ‘Qiaoqiao Classroom.’ You be the teacher and explain to the students on the phone.”

Since the live stream was popular, then might as well keep building on it. There wasn’t much to sell recently, but maintaining popularity was also okay.

Speaking of her classroom, even though she couldn’t see student feedback, kids didn’t get feedback when playing house either, and they still played happily.

Qiaoqiao had this mindset.

She quickly moved a small stool next to Seventh Uncle. She clumsily set up the phone stand, then fiddled with it unfamiliarly.

Seventh Uncle, on the other hand, didn’t rush, and even took out a jujube that Song Tan had just bought in the morning and dug out a peeling knife from his own box:

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“Can you peel this pound of jujubes cleanly?”

Peeling?

Qiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief. This time, she glanced at the live broadcast she had just set up and nodded, “I can.”

Song Tan adjusted the phone to capture her hands. Qiaoqiao sat on the small stool with a stainless steel bowl in front of her. She picked up the knife and slowly started peeling.

This was truly a task that required patience, after all, the jujubes weren’t even as big as ping pong balls, and their flat spherical shape, pockmarked, was rather audacious.

The knife could only peel the skin bit by bit, slowly.

Fortunately, what she lacked least was patience. Now, she silently faced the camera, and after more than ten minutes, she had actually peeled quite a few.

The live broadcast audience was from all over, and as expected, they yawned.

Having watched the live broadcast twice, they already knew the style of this host.

Either she talked to herself or she didn’t speak at all, but she definitely wouldn’t pay attention to the audience.

In other live broadcast rooms, there’s calling out for leaders or cooing sweet nothings to ‘honey’ and ‘big bro’, but here, there was none of that.

Yet, for some reason, the more it was like this, the more everyone felt it had a Magic Power. Now, they watched the live broadcast showing a pair of white slender hands holding a gleaming knife painstakingly peeling the dark brown jujubes…

Let’s face it—it was truly quite boring.

But no one felt like leaving.

At first, the comments were: “Be careful not to cut your hand.”

Before long, the number of comments dwindled, with the last one being posted five minutes ago:

“Getting sleepy.”

In reality, there was a lot that wasn’t being said—

Like, could they get a heads-up before the next live broadcast? Not to start unexpectedly; they’d either set phone reminders or just rely on luck to catch it.

And could it not be a daytime broadcast? Choose the evening instead, so they could just sleep through it—how nice and sweet would that be.

Now, everyone was struggling to keep their eyes open, clinging to their workstations. Then another voice came from the live room—

“Do you recognize what this is?”

It was Seventh Uncle speaking.

Qiaoqiao didn’t say a word in her live broadcast; He Kuang being older, half understood and quickly ignored it.

However, the child might be naïve, but this attitude was quite down-to-earth.