Song Tan Jishi

  The synchronized movements of the master and the apprentice made Qiao Qiao stare intently, and he was reluctant to leave with the bucket in his hand.

And here, the master and apprentice pulled out a bag of potatoes with one hand. There was no room for others to intervene. One scrubbed, the other peeled, and even the scraper on the side was not used. Potatoes are peeled...

   Just look at this understatement, the irregular potatoes are in their hands, and peeling is easier than peeling the shell of an egg!

  The old Song's family was so engrossed in watching that they couldn't even move their feet now.

   It was Song Tan who felt sad: "If I knew that cooking is so beautiful and magical, I should have started a live broadcast, and then we can make it together for a long time!"

   Qian Tianfu stopped cutting potatoes, looked up, and gave her an inexplicable look:

   "Is it Jojo's millions of fans watching?"

  Song Tan: …

  She didn't dare to say that Qiao Qiao really didn't have so many fans, so she had to change her style of writing in spring and autumn:

   "Not that many. The traffic in the morning is not good. It is estimated that there are less than 200,000 people."

  Generally speaking, only a little over 100,000 in the morning.

  Qian Tianfu didn't know the young people's scheming, and at the moment he felt a little uneasy, a little looking forward to it, and a little regretful—

  Just because the little old man is so old, he has not been seen by so many people at the same time!

  However, what to say at this moment seems to be a bit deliberate.

  His lips moved, and in the end he just increased his speed, cutting the potatoes evenly and finely.

  Wang Xiaoshun was cooking the meat in the pot, and he glanced at the potatoes: "Master, the skin of this potato is a bit rough, and there are pockmarks, it is probably flour potatoes. Just burn the potato slices back into the pot."

  Qian Tianfu didn't even raise his head: "Your meat is already cooked and ready to return to the pot, yet you come to ask me why?"

  Wang Xiaoshun chuckled and kept silent.

  How can someone as capable as the master not understand? Even splitting a potato is still a skill, he must not show it to his new owner!

  The two masters and apprentices worked together, and within half an hour, such two big pots of dishes were fried.

   Green and tender shredded cabbage scrambled eggs, oily potato chips and roast pork. Obviously this ingredient is an ordinary ingredient wholesaled from the town, but smelling the aroma wafting in the wind, everyone couldn't help but feel a little greedy.

  Song Tan was surprised: Master Qian is really skilled!

  She suddenly understood what Seven Cousin had said before, that Qian Tianfu could bring an apprentice to the level of an old restaurant and a new ecological vegetable garden. What level is it—

  Basic ingredients such as cabbage and potatoes can produce such a flavor. Just by looking at the workers who keep adding food, you can know that knife skills and heat are indispensable.

   Just such a chef, here to cook big pot dishes for everyone.

   It's rare, Papi Song felt a little bit uneasy—

   Tsk tsk tsk, what a reckless waste!

  Master Qian's entry seemed to start naturally from this farce-like breakfast.

   After finishing breakfast, he insisted on making a request to Song Tan:

   "Can you hire another person? I don't have any requirements for salary, but you see, if you can't wash the dishes, we have to come, right?"

   I haven’t done this job for many years, and I have to squat next to the water pipe to wash dishes on the construction site. The old waist can’t bear it.

  Song Tan instantly regretted it.

   After all, she invites other chefs to come, and it is also covered by others to clean the pot and wash the dishes. But think about the craftsmanship of Master Qian. If such a talent does not stay at home, I always feel that I will lose a lot...

  Thinking about it, she had no choice but to agree again:

"OK!"

   It is really impossible to pay a high salary again. Ulan directly settled down: "Wash the pot, wash the dishes, wash the vegetables and tidy up, 2,000 a month. If there are more people recruited here later, the price will increase."

   Young people don't have to think about this salary. Fortunately, old ladies can do this job, so there is no shortage of people no matter what.

   And here, after breakfast, Master Qian slowly went down the mountain again, and now he was eating the freshly cut watermelon, as if the stomach that was filled in the morning was empty again.

  By the way, he pretended to be casual and said to Seventh Cousin:

   "Old Song, do you know where your apprentice is now?"

   As he said that, before the Seventh Cousin could answer, he laughed out loud, with an insolent expression on his face:

   "It's just across from me in the ecological vegetable garden! The little **** can play well, and now the size is also a famous name in it."

The Seventh Cousin snorted, snatched the last piece of melon in front of him, and said: "How many years ago is the old calendar, and the three-legged cat Kung Fu is worth your attention? I don't take it seriously anymore. "

   "Old man Qian, you need to practice your heart!"

  Master Qian looked at him, thinking that you should be stubborn, neither of us knows who!

Sure enough, the Seventh Cousin said again: "I asked Qiao Qiao to help you with the cooking at noon, who is that? Xiao Shun, right? I started following me at noon. Your master took you all the way here. You have to show him face too."

  Qian Tianfu: …

  …

   And here, Qiao Qiao, who happily finished feeding the pigs, is still squatting in front of the beehive to coax the bear, not knowing that the live broadcast platform has already called him.

  The call came to Song Tan's cell phone—it's not that Qiao Qiao's cell phone can't answer, it's just that all calls are forwarded.

   And as soon as this side was connected, someone immediately asked:

   "Hello, is this Teacher Qiao Qiao from [Pastoral Notes]? Are there any parents here?"

   Obviously also watched his live broadcast.

  Song Tan became interested: "I am. What's the matter?"

The other party was really more eager: "Hello, we are Feitian Culture Company, an MCN organization, I would like to ask you, have you ever thought about building a more professional team for Mr. Qiao Qiao so that he can gain more fans? , traffic, and returns?"

  Song Tan raised his eyebrows: "Is there such a good thing?"

   "Of course!" The other party's voice was unhurried, showing the bearing of a big company:

   "Our company has a mature incubation organization, and has cooperated with major live broadcast platforms and e-commerce platforms. At present, there are also a lot of high-end traffic contracts, and the operation plan is very mature..."

  Song Tan felt a little boring.

   I've been talking nonstop for a few minutes, and it's all just such big and empty words, without hearing anything practical.

  Don’t say she doesn’t want Qiao Qiao to sign with any company, but if she does, she won’t choose this kind of partner.

  She listened quietly for more than three minutes before finding a gap to speak:

   "Well, I'm sorry, I don't plan to sign a contract for the time being. After all, our family is just a simple farmer. We are satisfied with selling some agricultural products, and we don't need to be rich."

other side:…

  Simple peasant?

  A simple farmer can sell 10,000 pounds of tea, but also have hundreds of thousands of fans and the terrifying ability to convert nearly 60% of fans into cash?

   Even according to their data analysis, the remaining 40% of fans are not uninterested or unwilling to spend money, but nearly 20% of them did not grab the opportunity to pay!

  Only professionals know how terrifying data this is.

  Good night first.

  The supplementary chapter is not finished, and I am still writing, but I will go to the hospital for a review tomorrow morning, and I have to go to bed early tonight.

   I won’t let it go, I will pay 10 chapters for it this month!

  The family canteen in our town, which has a very prosperous business, only opens 2,000 yuan a month. It often accepts banquets and is very tiring.