Chapter 855 Live Broadcast of Cooking Pig Food

Chapter 855 855. Live broadcast of cooking pig food

Good! Good!

Seeing this title, not only the workers, but all the early birds are trembling with anger!

It is already difficult to be a social animal in daily life, how can watching a live broadcast be so irritating? ! I don’t want to watch it, but such a sexy title must be chosen by the gangster boss, he is a title party!

What does this have to do with our innocent and lovely teacher Qiao Qiao?

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

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

Everyone stared at the preview and waited with gritted teeth. After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Qiao Qiao’s beautiful face came up over there.

Oh, it’s closer, my Baoer looks better!

[Ding, sightseeing card]

[What kind of sunscreen does the anchor use? How come he is not tanned after doing farm work all summer? ]

[I want to ask too! I live stream a lot in the summer, and most of it is outdoor work... How come I'm still so white? 】

【I know this question! Use the Great Shift of the Universe to project all the melanin onto the gangster boss! 】

【It's full of nonsense, but it makes sense! 】

【What about sunscreen? A real man must face the ultraviolet rays - what about the luxurious breakfast? 】

【I want to see if there is any luxurious breakfast that I can't eat】

【The worker holds the vegetable buns and looks at other people's luxurious breakfasts with sadness】

【That... I bought four white steamed buns, is it okay to eat with live broadcast? 】

【I tested it myself and it's okay. I also ordered takeout... It's easy to get sadder the more I eat】

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

【Luxury breakfast, luxury breakfast, luxury breakfast, knock on the plate, etc. ! ! 】

Qiao Qiao knows nothing about the enthusiasm of the barrage.

He put his phone on a corner of the stove, and then he grunted and brought a large pumpkin weighing dozens of kilograms:

"Children, today I will teach you how to cook pig food!"

Early in the morning, the already small number of comments became even more dull.

[Luxury breakfast... Is it for the pig or for me? ]

[You bastard, you are a clickbait! ]

[I cried tears of relief while holding the steamed bun in my hand in the morning. Finally, one day I beat... the pig in terms of food]

[Cook pig food, cook pig food, cook pig food...]

[The takeaway just arrived. Are you still going to watch my live broadcast? ]

They talked about theirs, and Qiao Qiao was busy with Qiao Qiao.

This pumpkin is a local pumpkin. One can weigh more than ten kilograms. I don't know whose vegetable garden the vegetable vendors who deliver the vegetables every day buy it from. The big and small ones are mixed together.

When the vegetables were delivered, the truck bed was full. Master Jiang saw it and thought it was not bad. After asking the price, he discussed it with Song Tan and bought it.

Don’t mention it, 35 cents a pound, a big corner is piled up!

Make a pumpkin bun today, stew meat tomorrow, cook pumpkin soup the day after tomorrow... Seeing that this pile is not getting smaller, you can’t eat it every meal, right?

Now that the stove is built, most of it is used to feed the pigs.

Qiao Qiao grunted and lifted a basket and put it next to the stove. First, he used the hose connected to the faucet to fill half a pot of water with water, and then added firewood. Then he picked up the thick-backed kitchen knife that was now unused at home (the seventh cousin looked down on it), and chopped it down with a "click"!

This knife seemed to be the beginning. Next, he chopped the vegetables boldly and unrestrainedly. The sound of "duang duang duang" kept echoing in the mountains, causing several pigs to grunt and be particularly dissatisfied.

Especially the wild and fierce wild boar Dahei. If it weren’t for the king watching it next to it, it would have jumped over the hurdles in three steps!

What a sin! I tricked the pig into coming in, and now I’ve given it two scoops of bran early in the morning. Who can eat it?

And Qiao Qiao has already chopped a large pumpkin.

The comments have increased unconsciously...

[Help! I just had a cup of black coffee and planned to work energetically, but now I feel sleepy again! ]

[This big pumpkin is so good! I want to drink pumpkin soup]

[A small piece of old pumpkin the size of a palm in the supermarket sells for three dollars and fifty cents. How can a pig eat so well?]

[Is this pig for sale?]

[My dear, feed the pig a little fatter. Wait for me for the New Year’s pig-killing dish! ]

[If I’m not in the pig-killing dish, I will be more resentful than the King of Hell]

[One pumpkin is not enough! ! Chop ten more! ]

[Will it be a bit monotonous to eat only pumpkin? I even had sauce with my steamed buns this morning]

Just after this comment was swiped, Qiao Qiao cried out "Aiya" again and quickly carried another basket to the side of the pool.

Although he couldn't see it in the live studio, he had forgotten about the camera and used a shoe brush to brush the sweet potatoes with dirt inside one by one. He brushed them carefully and cleanly to ensure that the pigs would not eat any dirt.

When he brought the dripping basket over again, he remembered today's teaching task and said:

"Children, don't be picky about food, and pigs can't have unbalanced nutrition, so today we have sweet potatoes in addition to pumpkins!"

"Look!"

He took out a sweet potato head from the basket:

"This is the small head that was accidentally cut off when digging sweet potatoes. The big half was used to dry sweet potatoes today. This one is not easy to cut, so I just boiled it directly."

After that, he threw it into the pot.

Then, there was another irregular sweet potato the size of a fist, and a sweet potato as thick as a cucumber: "This one is not easy to slice, and this one is too small, so give it to the pigs too!"

"Children, if there are unwanted sweet potatoes in the field, don't waste them. You can take them back, wash them and feed them to the pigs! They also like to eat them raw!"

[Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......

[I cried too, I don’t have sweet potatoes or pigs]

[Howling, is it my fault that there is no sweet potato field?]

[It’s the sweet potato from the anchor’s house! Feed me, feed me, feed me! 】

[I’m not picky about sweet potato heads! Sell me, sell me, sell me! 】

[I can also eat raw food, ahhhh, I felt deeply resentful watching the live broadcast]

New fans:…

so weird!

The fans in this live broadcast room are so weird, and the content is so weird... Take another look!

The messy red-skinned and white-skinned sweet potato heads were pulled into the pot. Qiaoqiao took out two more sweet potatoes that were not too big and not too small. "Look, after the pig food is cooked, they will be buried in the stove! I have a sister." One! I really like the dry and fragrant surface of roasted sweet potatoes!”

He is a qualified teacher. At this moment, he solemnly reminds: "Everyone must not put sweet potatoes in when the fire is raging. If you are not careful, they will burn into black charcoal!"

[I don’t want to say anything anymore]

[I don’t bake because I don’t like baking by nature, not because I don’t have a stove]

[One more indescribable technology]

[Sincere question, is the anchor’s family short of cooking pig food? Unemployed college students will work as waiters tomorrow if they run out of ammunition and food]

[I’m not looking down on waiters when I’m unemployed, it’s just that my four-year college tuition and living expenses are so expensive.]

[No need to explain the previous one, I understand... I can’t stand being unemployed and have already forced myself to do sales]

[It’s sad. Although I can succeed anywhere if I have the ability, I’m just an ordinary person! 】

Big bears should also appear this month.

Update 2, good night in advance!

Next, dry the sweet potatoes live. Selling dried sweet potatoes.

Also, a sincere question, how do some authors manage to make tens of thousands of dollars a day? I feel like I'm useless after just one day...