NABC Chapter 208 Pickles are Poisonous
Chapter 208 Pickles are Poisonous
What it is!
Zhang Ke's eyes widened, and Zhang Ke, who was about to tap the upper right corner to exit, couldn't help but leaned in front of the phone screen.
A round ball...a ball.
Black and white intersecting patterns, the ball rolls to the left for a while, and rolls to the right for a while.
"elder sister……!"
Then the ball suddenly yelled, the voice was soft and indescribable.
Only then did Zhang Ke see clearly that it was not a ball dumpling, but a cute little one.
"Sister, let's see if the pickles made by my aunt are good!"
Little Baozi was panting from jumping, got up and shouted at the screen.
"It's so cute! What are you doing, little cutie?"
At this time, someone asked curiously on the barrage.
Hearing someone ask himself, Xiao Baozi immediately blinked his eyes, and said solemnly with his round face: "Sister, I'm dancing."
"Pfft... dance!"
The girl who asked just now couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Sister, don't you see that Yan Yan is dancing?"
The little guy held his face in his hands, tilted his head to one side, revealing his pink and cute little face, and asked with a puzzled expression.
The little guy was so cute that many people stayed in the live broadcast room.
There were dozens of people one after another.
Song Jinyan hastily blinked at the little bun.
Xiao Baozi instantly remembered his responsibilities.
"Sister, look at my pickles. The soy sauce made by my aunt is super delicious."
Xiao Baozi spared no effort to introduce his own pickles.
Song Jinyan cooperatively turned the camera to pickles.
I saw such a small and cute kid selling pickles.
The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but feel pity.
Even Zhang Ke couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.
It must be some children in remote mountainous areas. Their own pickles are not sold, so they have to use the Internet as a last resort.
Someone asked in the live broadcast room.
"Little friend, what flavors do your pickles have, and which one is tastier?"
Hearing someone ask, Xiao Baozi jumped up immediately, and then said loudly: "Everything my aunt cooks is delicious. Our pickles have many flavors."
The serious look of the little guy made the people in the live broadcast room laugh.
"There is always the best one!"
Someone deliberately teased Xiao Baozi and said.
Faced with such a problem, Xiao Baozi wrinkled his small face into a ball, looked back and forth between several bottles of pickles, and finally said with a troubled expression: "Sister, they are really delicious, I can't choose."
The girl who just asked was amused by the appearance of the little bun.
"Since they are all delicious, can I buy a bottle for my sister?"
"Thank you sister."
Hearing that the audience said that they would all buy one bottle, Xiao Baozi's small face instantly turned into a flower with a smile.
Zhang Ke looked at the cute kid, shook his head, and decided to become a farmer.
She also opened the shopping cart and added two bottles.
Actually sold 51 bottles...
Zhang Ke was taken aback by the price. Of course, she couldn't afford it, but the common pickles are nine yuan and nine free shipping.
But look at the little guy trying to roll around.
Forget it, this price is considered a performance.
There are no fewer people with the same thoughts as Zhang Ke.
The little bun rolled around in the live broadcast room, but the sales volume was not bad, selling more than 100 bottles.
Although Xiao Baozi was very tired that day.
I ate a big bowl more than usual for dinner.
Looking at the round body of the little bun, Song Weitang was completely hesitant to speak.
Xiao Baozi likes to eat the meals she cooks, of course she is very happy.
but……
Seeing the increasingly spherical little bun, Song Weitang was still a little worried that the little bun was overweight.
In the early morning of the next day, Song Jinyan took advantage of Song Weitang's rest time to find Fu Rongyu, a few of them packed together, contacted the courier, and sent out all the pickles.
After Zhang Ke bought the pickles, he simply put the matter behind him.
Because that little guy is so cute, Zhang Ke would squat down in the live broadcast room from time to time to let Yunyangwa take a look.
Because of his busy work, Zhang Ke fell ill.
This time when he got sick, Zhang Ke's appetite plummeted, and he didn't want to eat anything.
When I went to the studio that day, Zhang Ke wanted to make some porridge for lunch, and thought of the pickles he bought earlier.
She rummaged through the utility room for a long time before she found the bottle of pickles she bought earlier.
Looking at the exquisite pickle bottle, Zhang Ke was a little surprised.
To be honest, as far as the bottle craftsmanship is concerned, the 50 yuan is not a loss.
Zhang Ke hurried out to the studio.
At noon, most of the colleagues in the studio ordered takeaway.
Because Zhang Ke had no appetite, he lay alone for a long time. In the end, he really didn't want to cook, so he ordered porridge from a nearby restaurant with a good reputation.
After the porridge was delivered, Zhang Ke opened the package.
The porridge looked okay, but the pickles that went with it instantly made Zhang Ke frowned.
The completely factory-produced pickles have no aroma at all just by smelling them.
Zhang Ke tasted a few mouthfuls, but he really lost his appetite.
Then just close your eyes and meditate.
"Recently, these takeaways have become more and more excessive, and the dishes are too few."
At this time, a colleague passed by Zhang Ke's side and muttered.
Zhang Ke opened his eyes and saw his colleague holding a bowl of rice.
Zhang Ke remembered the pickles he brought.
Some hesitated to say: "I brought pickles, or you will eat it."
That male colleague has a big appetite, but there is no food, and he can't eat just plain rice.
Hearing Zhang Ke's words, he nodded immediately.
"Thank you Coco."
The male colleague thought that the pickles Zhang Ke was talking about were the pickles delivered by the porridge before, and planned to get them.
Although this pickle doesn't look very good, it is better than eating plain rice.
"It's not that, ahem, it's over there."
Zhang Ke shouted hastily.
Pointing to the pickles on the other table, he said.
The male colleague scratched his head, ran to the other side, and picked up the pickle jar.
"Coco, your pickle jar is quite unique."
The male colleague said in surprise while playing with the delicate pickle jar.
"I bought it in the studio before."
Zhang Ke replied listlessly.
The male colleague hurriedly opened the jar of pickles.
This bottle of pickles is Xiangxi grandma's dish. The male colleague took a spoonful and mixed it with the rice.
He took a spoonful first.
"I don't know if the pickles are good or not?"
Zhang Ke closed her eyes and muttered twice. To be honest, she was not too hopeful about the pickles. After all, there have been too many live broadcasts of farm pickles in the past two years. She bought them a few times before. In fact, they are all mass-produced, and the taste is very average.
I didn't hear the male colleague's voice for a long time.
Zhang Ke couldn't help but opened his eyes and looked over.
The male colleague was holding the rice box and scratching the rice, as if he had been hungry for half a month.
Zhang Ke was taken aback.
I go……
What's wrong with this?
Are her pickles poisonous?
Zhang Ke was a little panicked at the moment!
Heard some of these homemade pickles have too much sodium nitrite...
Zhang Ke was completely frightened, she got up straight away, ran to the side of the male colleague in a few steps, stretched out her hand and patted the male colleague on the back.