Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"It's all a misunderstanding." Brother Ying said in a rare good temper, "I asked someone to call him here. I might have been too rude and caused misunderstanding."

Hall Master Chen asked suspiciously, "Why did you ask him to come here?"

Brother Ying said carelessly: "I think he has some talent for business, and I want to promote him to be the head of the hall, but this kid's parents just passed away, and he has to take care of the family, so he declined."

Master Chen asked three questions in a row: "Can he read? Can he do accounting? Has he saved your life?"

Brother Ying was stunned for a moment: "I haven't had time to ask yet."

Hall Master Chen was so angry that he laughed: "You promoted him to the position of Hall Master without knowing anything. How can the brothers under you be convinced?"

Brother Ying said awkwardly: "I didn't think too much about it at the time. It's just that we are short of manpower."

He gritted his teeth again as he spoke: "It's fine if the government is looking for trouble all the time, but that bastard Liu Wenxiu also defected from the gang and joined the Tianba Gang. Now where can we find someone to take over?"

They have always been mortal enemies with the Tianba Gang. One is named Tianba and the other is named Thanos, which shows how much the two gangs don't get along.

Now the government strictly forbids them to collect protection fees. Their gang is not like the Tianba Gang, which also owns a gambling house. Even if they lose the protection fees, they can still live a comfortable life.

The main source of income for their Thanos Gang is protection fees. If they can no longer collect protection fees in the future, their entire gang will have to disband. How can Brother Eagle not be anxious?

This is nothing. Liu Wenxiu's betrayal from the gang was the real heavy blow to their gang.

The main source of income for their gang is protection fees from Jixin and Qingxiang streets. They also do some small business, which is managed by Liu Wenxiu.

Unexpectedly, after the government issued a notice prohibiting gangs from collecting protection fees, Liu Wenxiu immediately joined the Tianba Gang.

Brother Ying was so angry that he wanted to rush to the Tianba Gang with a knife to demand an explanation, but was finally stopped by the deputy gang leader.

It can be said that when the house leaks, it rains all night.

The other gang members are not aware of Liu Wenxiu's defection yet, otherwise the people's hearts would have been scattered before the gang was disbanded.

Master Chen sighed and said, "There will always be a way."

Brother Ying wiped his face and said, "Let's see if Zhong Hui can find a way out."

Deputy gang leader Zhong Hui went out today to deal with the mess left behind by Liu Wenxiu.

When Song Yan came out of the main hall, he saw the tall man raised his chin and snorted at him through his nose, then turned and walked away.

The short man wanted to follow suit, but when he found that he was not as tall as Song Yan, he glared at him and quickly followed the tall man.

Song Yan was speechless. When she looked at the skinny monkey again, he had already left.

He looked up at the sky and estimated that it was already 5 p.m., almost 12 p.m. He wondered where to stay tonight, so he decided to just go to the inn.

In the past, the original owner had lived in the homes of his bad friends in turn. Not only was he disliked, but he was also often bullied in a sarcastic manner.

However, the original owner always pretended not to hear it, and focused on criticizing a person for being shameless and invincible.

Although Song Yan also felt that he was quite shameless sometimes, compared with the original owner, there was a world of difference.

At this time, the yard was quiet again, and the children who were playing before were gone, probably going back into the house.

Smoke rose from the chimney of the right wing, and one could even smell the aroma of rice.

Song Yan looked around curiously, and heard an auntie say with regret: "How did it break?"

Then another auntie’s voice rang out: “If it’s spoiled, just throw it away. You don’t have to worry about getting a stomachache if you eat it.”

Two aunties came out of the kitchen while talking. The fatter one was holding a plate with something white and hairy in its hands.

Song Yan couldn't help but lean over to take a look. When she saw clearly what they were holding in their hands, she exclaimed softly, "Wow!" What a good thing.

He stretched out his hand and said hurriedly: "Don't throw it away, it's edible."

The aunties turned their heads and when they saw that it was a young man, they were a little bit unconvinced. How could tofu that had been moldy for several months be eaten?

No one knew which naughty kid had thrown a handful of straw into the jar, which just happened to cover the tofu. If the officers had not come to search, they would not have remembered that there was still uneaten tofu in the jar.

It has been several months since then and the tofu has already gone moldy. I feel it's a shame to throw it away, but I'm also afraid it will give me stomach upset if I eat it.

Song Yan patiently said: "This is called fermented bean curd, also known as fermented bean curd, and it is edible."

Seeing that the aunties still looked unconvinced, Song Yan rolled up his sleeves and said, "If you don't believe me, I'll eat it for you to see. This thing is delicious and goes really well with rice."

Auntie Pang advised: "Don't eat it. What if you get sick?"

Song Yan said confidently: "It's okay, you just trust me."

As he spoke, he pushed aside the hair on the moldy tofu, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. As soon as it entered his mouth, he felt the delicate and silky taste. It melted in his mouth and was fragrant and fresh.

Well, that's the taste, a little lighter. It will be more fragrant if you sprinkle some salt and chili powder.

He looked up and said, "Do you have any salt? Give me some."

Aunt Fatty said, "Give him some."

Another aunt took out a small packet of salt from her pouch and sprinkled it carefully on the fermented tofu.

In the main hall, after finishing the conversation, Brother Ying opened the door irritably and came out, only to see two cooks and Song Yan gathered together, not knowing what they were doing. He subconsciously called out, "That Song..."

Song Yan heard the voice and quickly corrected him: "Song Yan."

"Song Yan, why haven't you left yet?" Brother Ying saw that they were eating something on a plate, so he walked over and asked, "What are you eating?"

"Moldy tofu." Song Yan still had a piece of moldy tofu on her chopsticks and asked him, "Brother Ying, do you want some?"

"Let me try it." Brother Ying reached out to grab the chopsticks.

Auntie Fatty stamped her feet anxiously: "Master, this moldy tofu cannot be eaten."

Brother Ying didn't care at all: "It's just moldy, what's so wrong about it not being eaten? When I was out there, I ate all kinds of rotten and smelly food."

"Add some salt." Song Yan said in a low voice.

Brother Ying picked up a piece of moldy tofu, dipped it in salt, and took a bite. His eyes immediately widened.

"Boss, please spit it out quickly." Aunt Fat shouted anxiously.

"What's going on?" Hall Master Chen heard the noise and came out from the main hall. "What are you doing?"

Auntie Pang said anxiously, "Master Chen, please come and have a look. The gang leader ate moldy tofu."

At this time, Brother Ying smacked his lips and praised it highly: "Not bad, it is really delicious and goes well with rice."

He waved to Master Chen: "Old Chen, come here, I'll give you some good food."

Master Chen also came over. He knew that the leader would not play tricks on him for no reason, so he picked up a piece of moldy tofu and tasted it carefully.

After a moment, his eyes lit up and he asked Auntie Pang, "How is this moldy tofu made?"

Aunt Pang was very confused. Can this thing really be eaten?

She looked bewildered: "I didn't do anything. I just left it there for a few months, and then it became like this."

Hearing this, Hall Master Chen couldn't help but feel disappointed: "It will take several months."

Song Yan said: "It doesn't take that long. Generally speaking, seven days is enough."

"Song," Hall Master Chen started to speak, but got stuck again. He couldn't remember the other person's name for a moment.

"Song Yan." Song Yan reminded again.

Master Chen continued to ask: "Brother Song, how do you know this thing is edible?"

Song Yan licked her lips and could still taste the mellow flavor of the fermented tofu before she slowly said, "I've eaten it before."

Master Chen suppressed his excitement and asked eagerly, "Brother Song, do you know how to make this moldy tofu?"

"I know." Song Yan smiled, "It's not difficult."

Master Chen was delighted and asked quickly, "Then can you teach us how to do it?"