Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 127.1

“Tan Tan,” Song Sancheng stared at the phone screen and asked, “Are you planning to have Qiao Qiao… you know, sell things on live streams? That seems to be pretty popular these days.”

“Your mom was on Douyin last time and spent nineteen yuan on a pair of pants. The seller said they sold tens of thousands of pairs in just one day…”

Song Tan sighed, “I do have that plan, but I wasn’t planning to start by selling honey.”

At a thousand yuan per pound, all she’d get is a wave of ridicule and nothing else.

Besides, selling products as soon as the live stream gains popularity can damage its reputation. She didn’t mind, but Qiao Qiao, innocent as he was, shouldn’t have to be criticized online.

She picked up the two baskets of freshly dug bamboo shoots. “Dad, you two keep working. I’ll go back and turn off the live stream.”

With that, she carried the baskets and headed home. Meanwhile, Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping were still huddled together, watching the live stream. They watched King munching on the honeycomb pieces like candy, and the more they watched, the hungrier they felt…

Just then, a series of loud “quack, quack, quack!” sounds came from the live stream! The sound grew closer until a large white goose with a long neck and a yellow cap appeared from behind King.

Zhang Yanping instinctively shrank back. “Uncle, why do I feel like Big White has grown even bigger?”

Song Sancheng looked closely. “It has gotten bigger—it’s fatter too!”

They watched as Big White opened its flat beak wide and honked louder and louder, impatiently nudging Qiao Qiao’s hand with its head, causing him to fumble:

“Big White, you want to eat too? I told you last time, you can’t eat too much—alright, alright, just a little bit, okay?”

Clearly, he lacked principles. He grabbed another piece of honeycomb from the bowl, and soon, a boy, a dog, and a goose were sharing it, taking turns, eating happily.

[Wow!]

Someone in the live stream exclaimed, [Left with the yellow dog, right with the goose, eating pure wild honey—this is the life of a god!]

[So, it turns out this is actually a mukbang.]

[Apparently, watching people eat no longer stimulates my appetite; now I have to watch dogs and geese…]

[I guess if both the dog and the goose are craving this honey, it must be good.]

[Sell it! The honey looks really good, host, put up a link!]

[Don’t bother, the host has an intellectual disability and probably doesn’t understand this.]

[How do we know if the intellectual disability is real or fake? He never said a word about it.]

[Am I the only one who noticed how big that goose is? It won’t fit in one pot.]

The barrage of random comments made Zhang Yanping feel quite irritated.

At that moment, Song Tan’s clear voice suddenly sounded in the live stream: “Qiao Qiao, finish your work and come home.”

Qiao Qiao responded immediately, quickly split the remaining honeycomb between the dog and the goose, then picked up the bucket and bowl and began to walk down the mountain.

[Hey, hey, hey, host, you forgot your phone—]

After a while, the viewers only saw a pair of slender, snow-white hands reaching over, and then, the live stream abruptly went dark.

There we go.

Those who had followed the stream before knew that this host always ended the stream so suddenly. Yet somehow, there was this magical charm that kept people watching.

And this host’s place had so many animals! First, there was a giant bee, and now a big dog and a large white goose—how did they all turn out so big and healthy?

Especially that bee from last time! Its round rear end could have been a Guinness World Record contender—viewers had never seen such a fat bee in their lives!

Song Tan was unaware of the online craze; she was just relieved that everyone thought the honey price was a mistake by Qiao Qiao and didn’t plan to put up a link.

This meant there were fewer insults directed at Qiao Qiao.

She put her phone back in her pocket and asked Qiao Qiao, “Did you sneak any honey up on the mountain?”

Qiao Qiao puffed out his chest, replying with confidence:

“No!”

He had eaten the honeycomb, which, in his mind, wasn’t the same as honey.

Song Tan glanced at him. “Little trickster, next time, don’t feed King and Big White so many sweets. If Big White eats too much, it’ll get even fatter. If King eats too much, he’ll have diarrhea.”

Qiao Qiao immediately shrank back and muttered, “We only ate a little bit.”

Song Tan scoffed: “Was that a little bit?”

A piece as big as a palm, split between Qiao Qiao and King, and later another piece of the same size, shared among King, Big White, and Qiao Qiao.

“And besides,” Qiao Qiao said, feeling wronged, “King is so, so big. Did he really eat that much honey?”

Song Tan: …

This little trickster—no matter what King eats, it never seems like too much to him, does it?

Qiao Qiao was still full of questions: “What about Big White? If Big White eats too much, will he get diarrhea?”

Song Tan paused and then answered seriously, “If Big White eats too much… he might taste better.”