Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

There was a heavy rain last night, washing away the summer heat. When I woke up in the morning, the air was filled with a refreshing coolness.

Song Yan woke up early that day and got up to wash. Gousheng squatted at his feet, stretched out his paws, and occasionally pulled at his shoes.

Whenever Song Yan lowered his eyes, Gou Sheng would immediately retract his claws and look at him with innocent puppy eyes.

When Song Yan looked up, Gousheng was secretly fiddling with her shoes again.

This dog is so mean, I don’t know who he learned this from.

After washing up, Song Yan, as usual, picked up his shoulder pole and went to the river to fetch water. After returning home, he cooked a pot of porridge, and the family sat together to enjoy breakfast.

Erya carried a backpack and went out to pick mulberry leaves. Erlin was about to read when a soft little cub was stuffed into his pocket.

Erlin lowered his head and stared at Yaya.

Song Yan said to Erlin, "Take care of her first. I have other things to do."

Erlin held Yaya in one hand and picked up a book in the other, reciting: "Faithfulness is close to righteousness, and words can be repeated. Respectfulness is close to etiquette, and is far from shame."

Yaya blinked her eyes and uttered a childish voice: "Hmm~"

Erlin continued to recite: "Since he has not lost his relatives, he can also be regarded as a patriarch..."

Yaya was not to be outdone. She kicked her little feet and made an "Aiyayo~" sound.

Erlin continued to read aloud as if nothing had happened: "A gentleman does not seek to be full when eating, nor does he seek to be comfortable when living..."

Listening to Erlin's reading voice coming from the room, occasionally mixed with Yaya's "babbling" voice, Song Yan raised the corners of her mouth unconsciously, then took out a few eggs and started to get busy.

Of course, you have to eat cake when you celebrate your birthday.

The egg was gently tapped against the side of the bowl, and the shell cracked. He quickly separated the egg white from the yolk and put it in two large bowls.

Add white sugar, milk and corn oil to the bowl with egg yolks. Most of the ingredients are taken out of the refrigerator.

Use a pair of chopsticks to stir the egg yolks into a golden liquid, then pour in a small amount of flour and mix again.

Next, start beating the egg whites.

If you don’t have an electric egg beater, you can only beat the egg whites manually. Take two pairs of chopsticks and stir vigorously.

This process really tests one's patience. Halfway through, Song Yan felt tired of standing, so she sat on a stool and continued stirring.

Stirring with chopsticks, the egg whites gradually become fluffy, light and delicate like rice cake.

Finally, the egg whites were beaten. Song Yan shook his wrist and then remembered that Erlin was reading in the house. He could go into the kitchen and beat it secretly with a whisk. Oops, he miscalculated.

The fight has already begun, what else can we do?

Pour the beaten egg whites into the batter, stir again, and then pour the mixed batter into a large bowl.

Since there is no usable mold, I can only find a larger bowl to serve as a mold.

Two large bowls in total.

Both bowls were stuffed into the oven. As the temperature gradually rose, the cake slowly expanded in the heat wave and the aroma overflowed.

Erya returned home carrying a basket full of mulberry leaves. When she entered the door, she smelled the fragrance wafting from the bread oven. She took a few deep breaths. It was so fragrant.

Quarter of an hour later, Song Yan estimated that the time was about right, so she took away the wooden board in front of the bread oven, padded it with two pieces of cloth, and took out the cake. Immediately, a warm and sweet fragrance wafted to her face.

Erya put down the backpack and came forward to take a look: "Brother, what good day is today?"

The weather has been hot recently, and Song Yan has become increasingly lazy. He hasn't thought about delicious food for a while, and even his three meals a day are just casually dealt with.

Looking at the confused little girl, Song Yan said with a smile: "Little fool, today is your birthday."

Erya said stupidly: "Is it our birthday?"

It turns out that today is their birthday.

In the past, her parents celebrated their birthdays every year. Now that her parents are gone, she can’t even remember her own birthday.

Erya's eyes suddenly became moist. She sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, if you hadn't told us, we would have forgotten it."

Song Yan patted her little head and said in a gentle tone: "It's okay. Your parents are gone, but I am still here. Your elder brother will celebrate your birthday every year in the future."

Erya suddenly opened her arms and hugged Song Yan's waist, whispering, "Brother, you are so nice."

"Now you know that brother is fine." Song Yan lowered her head and saw the braid on Erya's head. She couldn't help but pull it.

Her scalp was a little painful from being pulled, and Erya screamed, "Brother, you are so annoying!"

She picked up the backpack and went to feed the sheep angrily.

The little girl really can't be teased.

Song Yan spread a layer of wax paper on the table, waited for the cake to cool down a little, and then used a bamboo stick to cut along the gap little by little. Then she turned the bowl upside down on the wax paper, and the cake was easily demoulded.

"Erlin Erya, come and eat cake!"

Inside the house, Erlin heard Song Yan calling him. He put down the book and was about to get up when he found the little guy in his arms sleeping soundly in his arms.

Erlin first carried Yaya to the inner room and placed her on the inside of the bed. He then picked up the pillow and placed it on the outside to prevent her from waking up, turning over and falling off the bed.

Then Erlin went to the kitchen: "Are you going to cook?"

Song Yan said: "You don't remember either? Today is your and Erya's birthday."

Erlin calculated the time and found that today was indeed their birthday. He suddenly asked, "Is Big Brother's birthday on March 15th?"

Song Yan nodded: "Yeah."

Erlin couldn't help feeling a little guilty for having forgotten his eldest brother's birthday.

"Just forget it. I don't remember it myself." Song Yan said indifferently.

It was the original owner’s birthday, not his.

As for his birthday, it was the day his grandfather picked him up, not his real birth date.

However, Song Yan didn't care when he was born. He would be very happy as long as his grandfather celebrated his birthday for him.

But since grandpa passed away, no one celebrates his birthday anymore.

"Eat cake."

Song Yan cut the cake into two halves, giving one piece to the twins, the boy and the girl.

Erya held the palm-sized cake in her hand and took a bite carefully. The texture was light, soft and delicate, and the sweet taste slowly melted in her mouth, as if she was tasting clouds.

Wow, this is so delicious.

Even Erlin, who doesn't like sweet food, finished half of the cake.

Song Yan cut the other piece of cake, ate half of it, and then, under Erya's eager gaze, sent the remaining half to the Niu family.

Upon learning that today was the birthday of the twins, a boy and a girl, Aunt Niu gave them a handful of red dates.

It was not customary to hold a grand birthday celebration for children at this time, as it was said that it would shorten the child's fortune and longevity. It was not until girls reached the age of marriage and boys had their hair tied up that grand celebrations could be held.

"Here, this is a birthday gift for you." After eating the cake, Song Yan took out the gift he had prepared for a long time, which he bought when he went to the county town last time.

The one given to Erlin was a piece of pine smoke ink, which was rich in color and exuded a faint pine scent. Erlin took the ink stick, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he cherished it very much and said, "Thank you, brother."

As for Erya, Song Yan gave her a beautiful pearl flower, which was decorated with drooping tassels, with bright colors and dazzling luster.

The price is almost the same as pine soot ink, and Song Yan is still very good at balancing the two.

Erya happily took the pearl flower and said sweetly, "Thank you, big brother."

Looking at Erya's smug little look, Song Yan's fatherly nature suddenly came out.

"Remember to study hard and try to memorize the Three Character Classic as soon as possible."

Erya's face suddenly fell. She looked at Song Yan resentfully and said, "Brother..."

Song Yan burst into laughter.

Then, Song Yan thought of another question, whether he should give Erlin and Erya a formal name.