Two aunties were holding large bamboo trays, evenly stirring the pre-mixed sweet potato stems.
Nearby, someone else with gloves was packing them tightly into one-pound jars.
The livestream audience was drooling, now remembering that this was a pre-sale, their hearts filled with anxiety—
[There's still a week until they're ready, can you send them now?]
[Yes! Teacher Qiaoqiao, trust me, I'll count the days myself at home and won't open them early.]
[Yes, yes, yes, I'll set an alarm, not a second off!]
[Or ship it 3 days earlier? It would be on the road for 3 days, and trying it the moment it arrives shouldn't be excessive.]
Everyone has their own dreams.
Yun Duo noted the questions and then said to Qiaoqiao:
"Qiaoqiao, the kids are asking if they can be sent before they're pickled?"
Qiaoqiao was stunned, then shook his head frantically: "No, no! If it's not pickled yet, it will just bounce around on the road, and when it arrives, it'll be spoiled!"
"It's not possible!"
