Chapter 129 Demolishing the House is a Big Problem
Ning Jia never expected that anyone would watch the video she casually uploaded.
She was simply enjoying making afternoon tea so much that she entered a state of "flow" that she thought she might as well post the process online, saving herself the expense of buying a cloud storage service to save it.
Surprisingly, people actually watched it, and some even discussed it.
The pile of tiny persimmon-shaped steamed buns, especially, which were about the size of candy beans, drew criticism from many netizens.
Why would anyone make such tiny steamed buns, and even shape them like miniature persimmons? They're eaten in one bite, so what's the point?
Some people questioned whether Ning Jia had bought extra-large plates or used some AI technology to make the persimmon buns look so small.
In short, after all the netizens had finished arguing, the person in question still hadn't shown up.
After all, Ning Jia is quite busy every day and doesn't have much time to go online.
That morning, Ning Jia was squatting at the door again, packing packages.
She was trying to teach Ina and Quartz how to tie bows on the packaging boxes and how to fill the entire box with sachet packaging boxes as much as possible.
Also, if there really is a gap, how do you stuff it with those very eco-friendly, simple, ugly grass mats for shock absorption (Ning Jia casually used the leftover hay after the little people stopped wearing grass skirts)? How do you seal the cardboard box securely with the least amount of tape?
However, Daoya and Shiying still knew too few words. Even though they participated in the packing, Ningjia still had to stick the product list on the box beforehand and check it herself before sealing the box.
"Sigh, it seems like it's faster for me to do it all by myself?"
Her original intention was to let the dwarfs complete the entire sales process of the sachets themselves, so that the business could continue even without her involvement.
But it seems that the plan is not as easy as it appeared.
Ning Jia looked at Daoya and Shiying, who were both confused, waved them off to get busy, and then started packing up by herself while pondering.
Or, how about we optimize the specific process again?
As she was pondering this matter, her ears twitched, startled by a noise coming from the coffee table.
...
He Meng, who was in a mobile phone class, stared wide-eyed in surprise and exclaimed loudly:
"My tree god!!"
"The snacks in this movie look just like the ones we had at home yesterday!"
"It's a video; what an individual uploads can't be called a movie."
As Teacher Yunzhu corrected her, she walked over and took a look, then exclaimed, "Eh!" "It really does... look quite similar!"
"Wow, that's scary!"
He Meng was so shocked by the almost identical desserts in the video, and the familiar corner of the kitchen that she stopped looking at her phone. Ignoring Yun Zhu's attempts to stop her, she quickly slid down the coffee table pillar and ran to the door.
At this moment, Ning Jia was sitting closest to the door, with a large number of express delivery boxes piled up in front of her, which seemed like a high mountain blocking the way for the little people.
He Meng found it impossible to move an inch, so she had to start "climbing the mountain" by hopping and skipping.
She jumped from one shorter delivery box to another, a taller one, and "climbed" like that for a long time before finally "walking" to Ning Jia.
"Ning Jia, Ning Jia~ Something terrible has happened!"
"What's wrong, He Meng?"
Ning Jia was already used to He Meng's sudden outbursts and asked very calmly.
"Well, well..." He Meng suddenly stammered, "Well, I saw the snacks I ate yesterday in the video..."
Ning Jia explained without looking up:
"Don't be afraid, this is the magic of the Tree of Technology. As long as you use the right tools, you can preserve the scene, just like the TV you watch."
After saying that, Ning Jia realized what she had said, "...You saw my video on Bilibili?"
Strange, her "Ning Family Canteen" account was only registered not long ago and no one is following it. How did He Meng find it?
This big data is truly terrifying to think about...
...
After Ning Jia finished sending the package and checking the order, she sat down on the sofa, picked up her phone, and opened Bilibili.
Huh? Over 10,000 views? And the completion rate is pretty high?
Although her years of professional experience led her to subconsciously choose a title with trending keywords and add some popular tags when she posted the video, but—
How could such a poorly produced video, recorded on a mobile phone and lasting over an hour (the original video was nearly three hours long), have attracted so many viewers? And a significant number of people actually watched it all the way through?
The comments section is actually arguing about the "real or fake persimmons"? These netizens must have too much free time...
Ning Jia skipped the argumentative comments and started reading the more normal ones:
Hmm, this comment says her videos have a slow, soothing pace, perfect for listening to on repeat before bed?
Why is a video that's over an hour long being played on a loop?
This netizen, your preparation time for falling asleep is a bit too long, huh?
Judging from this nickname, it sounds like someone driven crazy by work. Oh well, I can understand.
Speaking of which, how about we arrange for sleep-aid sachets to be made next year?
No, I promised I wouldn't participate in sachet planning anymore, so let's continue reading the comments.
Well, this comment says that watching the uploader cook makes the food taste especially good with rice, and they hope the uploader can post more of these recipes so that there will be new electronic pickled vegetables available in the future.
Another comment said that this content creator looks like a professional chef, with a relaxed and effortless style in his movements, yet also possessing a powerful sense of rhythm. However, the finished products are small and exquisite, providing a visual enjoyment from beginning to end.
After saying such a long thing, Ning Jia even wondered if it was some kind of comment template.
Many people in the comments section were asking for an update, saying that it was only a little over an hour, which was too short and they wanted it to be longer in the future.
In the era of short videos, most people might not even have the patience to watch a video that's only a few minutes long. How could she complain that such a long video is too short? Is she trying to be abstract?
But upon closer inspection, it's impossible that so many netizens would all be so tacitly agreeing to create abstract comments in the comment section, right?
Maybe it's used as background white noise while doing housework? That's quite possible.
Ning Jia: If I had known, I would have just left the original video uncut, saving myself the trouble of editing it...
After reading through the comments section, the number of followers of "Ningjia's Little Canteen" has increased from 0 to a very respectable 233.
Ning Jia immediately and happily decided that starting tomorrow, she would film herself cooking and upload the video to Bilibili.
Let's cut it into a shorter version and upload it to the other platforms as well.
Hmm, starting from scratch as a food blogger, maybe it'll work.
If it doesn't work, there's no loss; I can just continue using Bilibili as a cloud storage backup...
...
That afternoon, while the wind and rain were still chilly outside and the little ones were still taking their "long afternoon nap," Ning Jia woke up early again.
She went into the kitchen, took out a black tea bag, heated water, microwaved it for a minute and a half, then added some fresh milk, and a simple homemade milk tea was ready.
After finishing her hot milk tea, Ning Jia immediately perked up, put on an apron, looked at the mountain of persimmons in the kitchen, and without thinking, took seven or eight and placed them on the counter.
I already fooled the little ones with persimmon shell pastries yesterday, but I probably won't be able to fool them a second time today. I'll just stick to making real persimmon pastries.
Despite saying she was being honest, Ning Jia, whose hands were itching to get their hands dirty, still managed to pull off a few tricks.
Anyway, I'm just idling at home.
When the little ones rubbed their eyes and walked into the living room, they heard a series of exclamations from Daoya, Juye, and the others:
"Oh my god, these are persimmons?!" "My tree god, can we even eat these?!"
What? We're having persimmons today too?
These words startled the other little ones, who quickly climbed onto the coffee table to see what was going on.
When they stood before the afternoon tea, everyone gasped—
Good heavens! Is this their afternoon tea?! Is this even edible?!
This time, even some well-informed middle-aged people like Canglan, Zelan, and Baizhi were shocked.
All the little people stared wide-eyed at the several small and adorable orange houses scattered on the coffee table, speechless for a moment.
Bai Su read the words on the sign next to the hut: "Persimmon house? It seems that these little houses are all made of persimmons."
Huh—
Everyone sniffed their noses and smelled that familiar, tear-inducingly sweet scent of persimmons.
"Tree God, this house really does look like it's made of persimmons!"
He Meng curiously approached one of the huts and, mustering his courage, dug a little "wall" in the corner with a spoon, earning several glares from the other tribesmen.
This persimmon house is so beautiful, and we haven't even taken any pictures yet, why are we already eating it?
He Meng looked completely innocent. "I dug it from under the wall. It won't damage the shape of the house."
As soon as she finished speaking, the wall she had chipped off a corner of suddenly moved slowly, and a persimmon stem that had been used as a roof tile fell to the ground.
Everyone was stunned, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
The next second, the chocolate cookie window embedded in the wall also loosened and, with a thud, half of it fell off.
Aaaaaaahh ...
The little people immediately let out a scream: "Don't fall anymore! Don't fall anymore! If you fall any more, the little house will collapse!"
Seeing the persimmon house suddenly destroyed, He Meng, the culprit, was already crying in fear, wiping away her tears as she said:
"I, I didn't mean to, I only scooped out a small spoonful..."
Bai Su also felt something was amiss and was about to go over to comfort He Meng when a large hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and rubbed He Meng's little head.
Then, in the next second, the big hand held a large ladle and dug a large chunk out of the roof of the persimmon house like an excavator, startling the little people into screaming again.
Ahhh—the roof of the persimmon house is almost gone.
Ning Jia quickly made a reassuring gesture:
"Don't be nervous, the main ingredient in this room is creamy persimmon jam, and it won't last long anyway, so everyone hurry up and eat."
Seeing that the little people didn't move, she thought for a moment and then said:
"Don't worry, I've already taken the photos. I'll send a few to your phones later."
...
Hearing that the photos had been taken, the little ones breathed a sigh of relief, but they were still heartbroken to see the destroyed persimmon house.
Some little people hesitantly stretched out their small spoons and began to taste the persimmons around the broken persimmon tree, but no one went up to eat from the other intact persimmon houses.
Seeing this, Ning Jia felt a pang of regret. She should have known better than to make such complicated desserts. It's making everyone reluctant to eat them.
She swore to the tree god that she really only wanted to play a little trick.
I never expected that after accidentally making a small chocolate chip cookie door, I would get more and more hooked and find it more and more interesting, and I couldn't stop until I created this dessert landscape full of persimmon huts.
Fortunately, the young children were quick-witted. At Bai Su's suggestion, Daoya, Juye, Shiying, and the others hesitated for a moment, then quickly picked up their small spoons and rushed towards the other intact persimmon houses—
Quartz couldn't wait to violently dismantle the "window," happily ate his favorite chocolate, and also gained a piece of the fallen "roof."
Rice Sprout, holding a spoon, tiptoed and dug out a piece of "roof," then ate it with relish. Before she finished eating, half of the roof collapsed.
Juye carefully observed the situation and found the "pillars" of the hut—chocolate cookies standing in the four corners. She dug them all out, and with a single, decisive move, the entire hut collapsed with a loud crash.
Ning Jia was overjoyed to see these increasingly ruthless house demolitions.
Sure enough, as the persimmon houses collapsed one by one, the other little people did not hesitate at all and rushed over to eat and feast around the persimmon houses.
"So delicious!" "The chocolate is amazing, it looks so appetizing!" "The cream is so sweet, it's sweetening my heart!"
Ning Jia, who had spent half a day as an "architect," uploaded her latest video online amidst a chorus of praise.
As expected, this video's popularity has increased significantly compared to the previous one.
Moreover, as Ning Jia diligently updates (cooking?), the number of uploaded videos is increasing, prompting netizens to exclaim in amazement:
Why is this content creator so prolific? Are all of these videos in storage?
[Exactly! Cooking like this is time-consuming and laborious. It's fine for a day or two, but wouldn't it be tiring to do it every day?]
[+1+1, just look at the recipes for those desserts, you never repeat the same one twice a day. Even setting aside cooking, doesn't your inspiration ever hit a plateau?]
Some netizens have also made a bold guess:
I'm saying, is it possible, just possible, that this kind of frequent and repetitive cooking is the daily routine of the content creator?
After all, she doesn't just post videos of making desserts; she also stir-fries, braises, steamed grains, and makes egg pancakes—all of which, when viewed together, are just her daily meals!
The uploader "Ningjia Little Canteen" offered no explanation whatsoever, but simply gave a blatant thumbs-up to the comment from the netizen who made the bold guess.
...
With Ningjia and the little ones working together, one making and the other eating, the family's treasured persimmons were finally devoured. The continuous rainy days finally ended, and the courtyard welcomed a long-awaited sunny day again!
Covered in dirt, Xuecao, carrying a small backpack, had just returned to the courtyard when she saw a large blanket spread out in the sunniest spot.
The blanket was covered with little figures, all stretching out their tiny arms and legs, enjoying the sun.
Looking at those familiar and contented faces, Xuecao couldn't help but burst into tears. Before the tribespeople could get up to comfort her, she turned around and threw herself onto Ningjia's leg, who had just walked over.
"Snow Grass? You're back!"
Ning Jia exclaimed with delight, instinctively picking up the little one and rescuing her trouser legs from being rubbed clean and covered in dust.
"It's been raining outside, and the fruit is hard to pick. You must be exhausted and hungry. Come on, let's go eat now."
Ning Jia stroked Xue Cao's dusty hair, about to take her to the kitchen, when she heard Xue Cao complain pitifully:
"Ning Jia, I want to take a hot shower first! I'm all dirty and smelly, how can I eat?"
After hearing Xuecao recount her tragic experience of falling into a ditch of dirty water, Ningjia felt a deep empathy and immediately nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's have a snack first, then take a shower and feel nice before eating."
"Um!"
After Xuecao had washed and eaten her fill, she changed into a clean little dress and transformed back into a beautiful little silver-haired girl. Without even taking a break, she immediately ran to the yard and lay down with her other friends to bask in the sun.
After finishing her work in the kitchen, Ning Jia moved the rocking chair next to the blanket, lay down on it, and basked in the warm sunlight. While gently rocking back and forth, she squinted at the two persimmon trees laden with fruit in the yard, and suddenly blurted out:
"The weather has cleared up, it's time to pick persimmons again!"
Before the words were even finished, the little figures on the blanket all sat up in fright, shouting loudly:
"Oh my god, I don't want to eat persimmons anymore!"
Please, please stop making us eat persimmons!
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