Her Cultivation Diary

In the mountain cafeteria here, Qiaoqiao is holding up his phone and sighing:

"Master Jiang went home for the New Year, otherwise I could show you all... He's amazing!"

"He's won many awards and used to be the main chef in big hotels. Later on, he needed health recuperation, so his mentor—the even bigger chef Master Qian—introduced him here!"

He spoke earnestly about the chefs' resumes, but the comments section wasn't having it:

[What's the use? Baobao, you're not hiring people anyway.]

[Qiaoqiao, look at me! I'm not picky about chefs! I can cook pig feed, do you want some?]

[Host, as a successful entrepreneur, let me give you a piece of advice: once your business grows stronger, don't handle everything personally...]

[First of all, it'd be better if you opened some job positions...]

[Continuing from the previous, once positions are open, I can do anything.]

[Oh mate! You wanna get a job, huh? We've got so many people here!]

Too bad, one of Qiaoqiao's biggest strengths is not looking at comments.

Even though he's no longer the Qiaoqiao who used to understand nothing, his sister said that a good host shouldn't be influenced by people's words!

Since there's no influence, he can just ignore them.

He's a resolute good Qiaoqiao!

So at this moment, he reminisced and sighed again:

"Master Jiang's craftsmanship is really great, just as good as Seventh Uncle's, but completely different."

No joke, the comments were all about to cry.

[Baobao, I know you eat well every day, you don't need to explain anymore. Is there a need for chopping in the kitchen? I can do it]

[Looking at the kitchen layout, appliances on the left, earth stove on the right... Is there a need for firewood? I can be the firewood boy.]

[Ah, ah, ah, the deliciousness totally different from Seventh Uncle's, what's that feeling like!]

[I've never had good food in my life, I beg you, Baobao, call me when recruiting, okay?]

[Each slogan sounds powerful, I don't believe you guys are unemployed. Unlike me, I'm really jobless, boohoo...]

[Just shout, why not you?]

[You're jobless and dare to come to Qiaoqiao's livestream? If he puts something up for sale, will your unemployment benefits still hold up?]

[Boohoo, I'm crying so loudly! I'm unemployed too but don't get any unemployment benefits!]

The comment topics gradually veered off track, and Qiaoqiao led everyone to check out the accommodation and dining areas, then contentedly put away his phone.

"Time to eat! My sister's boyfriend is cooking Hemingway's sautéed mushrooms today! Wow, sounds really different! I'm heading back to eat!"

[??? What's to eat? Elderly frying mushrooms at sea?]

[Got it, off to Vladivostok for sautéing mushrooms]

[Wow! Wow! Wow! Hemingway's sautéed mushrooms!!! Love cheese!!]

[Hey! Hey! Why is the stream ending again—]

The screen suddenly went black.

On the high-speed train, Chen Yuan stared at his phone, feeling a bit hungry somehow.

But he shouldn't be! He ate and was full before boarding the train.

Turning to the girl beside him, he saw her busily typing on her phone; the earphones returned rang with a gentle female voice:

"Today we're going to make Hemingway's sautéed mushrooms, reportedly a favorite Spanish dish of the great writer Hemingway, which we've gradually improved..."

As he listened, the girl next to him started rummaging through her bag, finally fetching a pack of QQ candies, tearing it open and handing it to him:

"Want some?"

Chen Yuan:...

The last time he ate such snacks was more than a decade ago.

Nonetheless, oddly enough, despite not watching any food program, he just got a craving.

He inexplicably reached out: "Thank you."

"No worries!" The neighboring girl with age-defying skills proudly exclaimed: "You might not understand if it's your first time watching Qiaoqiao's livestream, but having some snacks on hand never hurts, no matter what he broadcasts."

...

Meanwhile, at Lao Song's family, Qiaoqiao focused on Lun Chuan making rice balls, eager to try.

"Give it a try."

Lun Chuan handed him a pair of gloves: "You should be able to, right? First, make a small ball, then press a dent in the middle, like half a ping-pong ball."

"I can't do it now, but once I press it, I'll be able to."

Qiaoqiao confidently put on the gloves.

The snow-white clean rice ball was wrapped in his palm, while the dried mushrooms Yun Duo brought had been soaked and drained, quietly waiting to be diced.

However...

Qiaoqiao curiously asked: "Does Hemingway use rice to sauté mushrooms... does he not like noodles?"

Lun Chuan chuckled: "Hemingway probably seldom eats rice, maybe hasn't had noodles either."

"This dish is called Hemingway sautéed mushrooms, but the rumors are unclear. Also, he's a foreigner, the staple food there isn't noodles and rice."