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Xiao Qian was already accustomed to Jiang Xi's disregard, and was still trying to convince Jiang Xi to start a live broadcast, talking about it all the way from the coffee shop back to the rented house.
The empty corridor was filled with the sound of the father and daughter's footsteps, one after the other. Mother Jiang opened the door, spatula in hand, and complained:
"Old Jiang, it's a bit late today."
"The store is a bit busy." Jiang Xi sniffed and walked in with a smile. As he took off his hood, he asked, "Mom, what delicious food are you cooking today? I can smell it downstairs."
The weather hasn't turned cold yet. Although the air conditioning in the coffee shop is turned on high, carrying such a heavy thing on your head is no less uncomfortable than wearing a quilt in the hot summer. You will be sweating profusely after staying outside for a short time.
"Go wash your face quickly, don't get a heat stroke."
Jiang's mother looked at her daughter, who had been busy outside all day, with concern: "Wash your hands and come out to eat. It will be cold soon."
In just half a month, the rented apartment had been gradually filled with new small additions. Jiang's mother took great care of it, and the room was tidy and cozy. After washing her hair, Jiang Xi stretched comfortably before sitting down to eat.
Father Jiang drank some wine, complaining that the braised prawns and Dongpo pork were too greasy, but he kept picking at them with his chopsticks. Jiang Xi watched his parents quarreling with each other without thinking, and laughed like a 6-foot-3-meter-tall fool.
It’s so nice to have such a lively and readily available happiness.
Jiang's mother also sat down and picked up some leeks for Jiang Xi. Then she said hesitantly, "Xiaoxi, it's not a good thing for Mom to stay at home for so long. I'm going to set up a stall tomorrow to earn some extra money. What do you think...is that okay?"
Jiang Xi was stunned and stopped using his chopsticks: "What stall?"
"A breakfast stall." Jiang's mother explained hastily, as if afraid she would be embarrassed. "Didn't Juan'er's mother, who used to live in our building, do this every day? I'll go ask her for advice."
"Mom, those who work at the breakfast stall have to work from dawn to dusk, while those without a license have to be chased by the urban management at any time. It's not worth it. I don't agree."
Jiang Xi shook his head and said, "Besides, my daughter can earn some money now. If you really have nothing to do, why not open a Taobao store?"
She carefully considered her words as she said, "Mom's pickles are the best. How about... selling some? It would be fine to kill time."
"How can this be possible, kid?" Jiang's mother asked doubtfully. "Pickled vegetables are made in every household in Shen City. Why would it be worth buying them?"
Jiang Xi remembered that during the more than ten years she spent in Sangjiadang in her previous life, what she missed most was the pickled vegetables her mother made. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, she could never recreate the same flavor she had back then.
Sweet, salty, spicy, even without any vegetables, you will never get tired of eating it just with the mixed vegetables.
"Mom," Jiang Xi hugged her mother's arm and rubbed it, "Mom, just give it a try. If you don't believe in your daughter, don't you believe in your own craftsmanship?"
Jiang's mother has always been proud of her skill in making pickles.
Back when we lived in the countryside, everyone in the area knew that the Jiang family's daughter-in-law was not only beautiful but also a great pickler. Whenever pickles came out, the neighbors would ask for a few to try. It was only after they moved to town that the tradition gradually faded.
"become!"
When Jiang's mother heard her daughter act coquettishly, she suddenly felt heroic and agreed by slamming the table.
Father Jiang took a sip of dry beer and looked at the mother and daughter praising each other. The wrinkles on his double eyelids became deeper.
However, there is no rush to open a pickle shop. There is no computer at home, and Jiang's mother is confused about this thing. She will first brew more and store it before considering other things.
Jiang Xi's mind was now full of popularity, so he didn't think much about it. After returning to the room and searching on his phone, this old-fashioned man who had been isolated for twelve years finally understood what live streaming was all about.
Eat, drink, sing, dance and chat, and there will be a lot of rich people who spend money to support you.
[According to the survey, the host's current appearance is enough to surpass all the young actresses outside of China. Fight on, girl!]
Xiaoqian has been watching a lot of Japanese anime recently, and it's quite exciting.
Jiang Xi frowned and ignored him.
I downloaded Doujia Live and randomly clicked on a video of a host that was popular on the homepage. As soon as I entered, I saw this host named "Mumu" singing in a pinched voice. Her breasts were simply a pair of human breasts, especially since Mumu was wearing a low-necked deep V silk dress.
The comments were so explicit that they were outrageous.
Planes, artillery, and flowers fell like raindrops.
As if a nightmare had come back, Jiang Xi discovered that her allergy, which she had forgotten for a long time, had recurred.
Dense rashes appeared on her arms one after another. She suppressed the numbness and itchiness and turned off the video.
[Host is now allergic even to seeing women? ]
[It wasn't about seeing women, but seeing all the explicit sexual innuendos.] Jiang Xi suppressed the urge to vomit. The white light from his phone illuminated that expressionless face, making anyone feel cold.
[The host is ill and needs treatment.]
Jiang Xi didn't say anything.
[Host is not planning to live stream anymore? ]
Jiang Xi gritted his teeth after a long while before replying: [Play.]
She opened Doujia Live again, but this time she didn't click on it from the homepage. Instead, she searched for Tang Gu's live broadcast room, but didn't find it. After thinking about it, she searched on Weibo again. The name was easy to remember, "Tang Tang is not Tang Tang", and sure enough, she found it with one search.
The first Weibo post of a food blogger who is a V-certified blogger is a replay of today's live broadcast. When you click in, you will find that there are almost no comments discussing the food. Instead, the part where she appeared dominated the forum, with over a thousand comments. Some members even cut out a GIF.
Jiang Xi glanced at it and stopped watching. He slid into the video and found that it was also Doujia, but it was in the food section. The name of the live broadcast room was very funny: "Have you eaten today?"
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