Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1132 1132. The barrage retreats

 The data is really moving.

 But the signing fee of 8 million is too high, and their operations team is not allowed to arrange business orders. Their company has many big anchors with tens of millions in signing fees, but they are also profitable from promoters.

It is completely different in nature from the Qiaoqiao live broadcast in front of me.

Ding Ning has been full of confidence and dreaming since eating the pig-killing feast.

Now that I have come back, I have been struggling with the signing fee for several days. To this day, the indecisive leader still cannot make a decision.

At this moment, she took a deep breath, thinking about the countless plans she had killed in the past few days, and couldn't help but ask.

“Then don’t sign it and give it to the opponent?”

“That’s right, just over 900,000 fans are not worth mentioning.”

lead:? ? ?

He looked at his crazy subordinates and fantasized that the live broadcast room in front of him belonged to his opponent, and the fans of all levels in front of him were also attached to his opponent...

　　His! no!

 My blood pressure suddenly shot up!

“Sign!” He gritted his teeth: “Sign! It’s only for two years. If you don’t perform well after signing, we have the right to terminate the contract early.”

Ding Ning nodded and couldn't help but roll his eyes when he turned around. I thought to myself, since I was going to give it all, why did I act like I was digging around in the first place?

Moreover, by terminating the contract early, they suffered no loss at all, but they lost a host...

But as a worker, your fate is probably to struggle between weird colleagues and weird leaders. Then think about the fruits and vegetables at home that are treasured by the whole family...

Qiaoqiao, oh Qiaoqiao, my efforts to fight for you are not in vain!

It’s all because of the boss’s nagging, I didn’t even watch the live broadcast this morning! I didn’t even get to eat this Mipi’er at the pig-killing feast!

 …

Here, Qiaoqiao spread the rice milk evenly and steamed it in the pot. While telling everyone the steaming time, he also showed the ingredients:

“The rice flour was made with a food processor last night. If you don’t have it, you can also grind it with a stone grinder.”

The enthusiastic barrage instantly made me happy:

  【I am not convinced that there is no promotion of cooking machines here. Are there any merchants who have the discerning eye to recognize pearls?]

  【The merchant expresses his grievance here, Teacher Qiaoqiao never responds to business orders】

　　【It's very good. It's easy to get scolded for bringing goods, but Teacher Qiaoqiao is not short of money. Why are you making yourself unhappy? 】

【that is! I, an unsatisfactory student, was already holding me back, so I had no time to work on any business deals. 】

　　【Let’s just say, does this homework have to be rice noodles and rice skin? Isn’t there anyone who doesn’t use tools? I can’t afford a stone mill, nor a food processor. 】

　　【If I can't afford a food processor, go to the wholesale market and buy a blender that costs more than 100 yuan. The one I used to make soy milk is about the same】

　　【Don't spend this money if you are a handicapped person, there is a high probability that you won't be able to save a small red flower】

　　【I am weak but my ambition is strong, I am determined to be a denominator and lower the red flower rate! 】

It seems that there is no pressure to make the rice crust at the beginning. Grind out the rice milk, spread it in a thin layer on the plate, and steam it in the pot. This simple step gives everyone the illusion that as long as they have all the tools, they can do it. So do they.

 So when watching rice noodles, the barrage became even more lively. The extravagant hope of two little red flowers, who is not a senior foodie in the live broadcast room?

But Teacher Qiaoqiao had no idea that she had mobilized everyone’s enthusiasm. Everything was done from the bottom of her heart:

“The weight of rice flour and starch should be the same. It’s up to you how much you make! We have a lot of family members, so I also want to make a big pot.”

“Look! The same starch, the same amount of rice flour, add a tablespoon of salt, mix it, blanch the noodles in boiling water…”

 “Hiss! It’s a bit hot!”

Qiao Qiao waved her hands, pretending that nothing happened, and finally said lightly: "This water is very hot. Stir it while it is hot to dissipate heat. Please be careful when kneading it." [More difficult]

　　【How to knead the dough into round rice noodles? Do I still need to buy tools? 】

　　【Teacher Qiaoqiao, I am willing to buy the tools. Can you put a link? 】

　　【Yes, yes, yes, send a link! We will use whatever you use, and our fans will negotiate the promotion fee for you. 】

　　【Ah ah ah, the first step is to knead the dough! I don’t know how to knead dough! 】

　　　Okay, I lost... I lost on the first step... Can't I just buy it? 】

Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping stared at the live broadcast room and laughed. Qiao Qiao was pouring oil and kneading dough on the chopping board. She also had to teach the children what kind of state they were in. They were almost in a hurry.

Fortunately, I have a flour press at home. When the oily and sticky dough was finally stuffed into the flour press, Qiao Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Hand holding the handle with his arm and exerting downward force, he pointed at the big pot next to him:

“Children, please remember to take a look. The water below must be boiling soon and have small bubbles. This is most suitable.”

“Cousin Qi said that this rice flour press has a small one, which is enough to make food for one person. Ours is a big one...At this time, if we press hard, the rice noodles will be pressed out..."

As he spoke, round and thin strips of rice noodles slowly poured out of the machine, and strands of rice noodles hung down into the water.

 The water in the pot rippled, and as the heat continued, it quickly boiled and splashed. But when the rice noodles started to be picked up again, the children who were full of ambitions before the broadcast were already numb.

  【I knew that this first lesson with homework would not be easy, and I even had to prepare two or three kinds of tools! 】

　　【Workers don’t deserve to have a kitchen, so they give up crying】

　　【Order has been placed and will be delivered on the same day! I will get two little red flowers today! 】

  【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha materials and tools, here’s the picture above! Please call me the chief rudder of the Red Flower Club! 】

　　【I should be able to make rice noodles. This rice noodle requires a lot of tools, but it's troublesome, so I gave up】

  【It's 7:30, I want to know how many migrant workers haven't gotten up yet? Missed the time? 】

　　【I'm on vacation today, lying in bed and living a happy life, I'm happy to see you running away in embarrassment hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

　　【As long as netizens are unhappy, I can make a bowl of rice! 】

　　【Ah ah ah ah I'm really late! ! 】

With this shout that seemed to have a real voice, the barrage went down one level visible to the naked eye, and the live broadcast room seemed to be much more refreshing. Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun looked at each other with sadness in their hearts.

It seems that working and working, getting up early and getting up early are completely different!

Over here, Qiao Qiao taught everyone to take off the freshly steamed rice skins from the plate, brush them with oil and put them away while curiously saying:

“Isn’t dad back yet? It’s time to mix the rice cakes later.”

“Don’t worry. Our dad went up the mountain without breakfast, and he’s probably on the way now.” Song Tan came over and praised Qiao Qiao. Seeing his blushing face, he was obviously very proud.

Song Tan thought for a moment: This job seems to have really brought a lot of meaning to Qiao Qiao! Why don't you discuss it with Lu Chuan later? If the company over there calls again, it's not impossible to back off a little bit.

 As for when Song Sancheng will come back...

 Their family has dinner at 7:30 in the morning in the winter. Everyone is used to eating at this time, but now I am afraid that when the time comes, they will be ravenous!

Update 2, good night.

　　(End of this chapter)