Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Deep in the gloomy dungeon, the dim firelight flickered, illuminating the wet stone walls around it.

Suddenly, a sharp and shrill scream broke the depressing silence.

The cry continued for a while, then gradually weakened and finally turned into a low whimper and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeon.

Shu Changyu, dressed in black, walked out slowly from the dungeon, holding a bloody whip in his hand, with a few pieces of flesh and blood hanging on the barbs of the whip.

He casually dropped the whip, looked down at his clean and flawless fingers, and whispered to himself, "There's no blood on my hands this time. He's so stupid that he shouldn't be able to notice it."

That stupid thing is so timid that he would be scared to death if he saw blood on his hands.

He then muttered again: "What a hassle."

"Shu Changyu is such a troublemaker."

At the same time, Song Yan was also complaining to Lin Yifeng: He doesn't eat coriander, celery, or leeks, and he even removes fish bones when eating fish. I've never seen anyone pickier than him. "

As the heroine's top bootlicker, Lin Yifeng naturally disagrees with Song Yan's point of view: "The boss used to have a bad body, so what's wrong with eating more delicate food."

"Your boss, wait." Song Yan finally realized something. "The 'boss' you're talking about is Shu Changyu?"

Lin Yifeng let out a "high".

Song Yan felt a little strange: "Why do you call him 'Boss'? I've only heard his nephew call him that before."

He didn't expect Lin Yifeng to call him that.

"I've called him that since I was a kid." Lin Yifeng said as a matter of course.

Song Yan asked, "Have you known each other since childhood?"

"I haven't told you this." Lin Yifeng's thoughts drifted back to the past, "When I was a child, I was abducted by human traffickers and sold to Xiaoli Village. It was there that I met the boss."

How could Song Yan know this, especially since it is a plot that is not even mentioned in the novel.

It turns out that they knew each other when they were children. No wonder the novel describes how Lin Yifeng was distracted and obsessed with Shu Changyu when he first met him, asking around for his address and pestering him.

But at this time Song Yan also had a question in her mind: how was Lin Yifeng abducted and sold?

This has to do with Lin Yifeng's family background. He was born in a marquis's mansion in the capital. His family is prominent and has been officials for generations.

His father, Lin Shaoan, was born out of wedlock, but with his talent and hard work, he passed the imperial examination and successfully entered the official career.

A nobleman like Lin Yifeng has servants to serve him whenever he travels, so how could he be abducted?

Song Yan expressed his doubts.

Lin Yifeng gently waved his folding fan and clapped his palms intermittently: "I don't know the specific situation. I was only three or four years old at that time. According to Aunt Zhou, after I was sold to that family, I was hungry all day long and could only hold a bowl and cry in front of the Shu family's door to beg for food."

"The boss saw me crying pitifully and kindly handed me a steamed bun." Lin Yifeng said with a sympathetic heart, "Luckily, I got the help from the boss, otherwise I might not have survived until my father came to save me."

"Don't listen to his nonsense." A casual voice came from the door, and then a young man in black clothes stepped over the threshold.

Shu Changyu looked at Song Yan carefully. His narrow eyes were slightly raised at the corners, revealing a hint of smile.

Song Yan always felt that Shu Changyu's gaze was like a ruler, measuring him inch by inch.

Song Yan felt a little nervous when being looked at like this, and her heart beat faster, but she didn't dare to look away easily, and could only bear it.

Until that look became more and more wanton, and the undisguised desire flowed freely in Shu Changyu's eyes.

Finally, Song Yan couldn't help but look back at Shu Changyu, cursing in his heart, what are you looking at!

Shu Changyu said slowly: "The clothes fit me well."

Only then did Song Yan realize that she was still wearing Shu Changyu's clothes.

Help, how could he have forgotten about this!

At this extremely embarrassing moment, the roots of his ears began to turn red again.

He quickly put down his chopsticks, stood up and said, "Lin Yifeng, lend me some clothes."

Just as Lin Yifeng was about to speak, he saw Shu Changyu glance at him indifferently.

He immediately changed his tone and said, "Why would you change clothes for no reason? Besides, we are of different heights. You are two centimeters taller than me, and you can't wear my clothes. Don't bother."

Shu Changyu chuckled slightly.

Song Yan was speechless. What on earth was wrong with Lin Yifeng? Why was he only making things worse?

"Oh, I remembered something. You guys sit down first, I'll go to the study." Lin Yifeng made an excuse and slipped away quickly.

Shu Changyu sat down beside him leisurely.

The distance between them was very close, and Song Yan smelled a faint fragrance. He didn't know whether it was the smell of Shu Changyu or the smell of the clothes he was wearing. He couldn't tell the difference for a moment.

Song Yan moved the stool to the side and asked him, "Have you had your meal?"

Shu Changyu glanced at the food on the table, half-raised his chin with his right hand, and his handsome face was full of boredom: "No appetite."

Song Yan looked at his listless appearance and couldn't help but feel soft in her heart: "Wait a moment, I'll go make you a bowl of wontons."

He asked the maid where the kitchen was and walked towards the kitchen at the back.

At this time, the cook was eating lunch with a big rough bowl. When she saw Song Yan come in, she recognized him as the young master's guest, so she asked, "What can I do for you?"

Song Yan asked politely, "I want to cook a bowl of wontons. Is that convenient?"

The cook said quickly, "Let me do it."

Song Yan smiled and said, "No need, I can do it myself."

There is ready-made rolled dough in the kitchen, and Song Yan only needs to prepare the filling.

He first soaked half a bowl of scallion and ginger water, selected a piece of pork belly, chopped it into minced meat, and added a little salt and pepper.

Seeing that there were some dried shrimps in the kitchen, he mashed some dried shrimp powder, mixed it into the meat filling, then added the soaked scallion and ginger water, and stirred them all together until the meat filling became sticky and elastic.

Now the filling is ready and can be directly wrapped into wonton skin.

Song Yan rolled the dough slightly, making it as thin as a cicada's wing, so that the dough would have a smoother texture when cooked.

He made wontons very quickly. He would pick up the meat filling with his fingertips and place it on the dough. Then he pinched his fingers flexibly and the wontons were perfectly wrapped, with regular shapes, thin skin and large fillings.

I made almost a bowl of dumplings, and the water in the pot was about to boil.

Song Yan quickly grabbed a handful of wontons and put them into the pot.

After a while, the water in the pot began to boil, the wontons rolled in the pot, and the dough gradually became crystal clear.

In the flower hall.

Lin Yifeng finished writing his reply to Song Zhengdu, and estimated that the two people outside should have finished talking, so he came out to take a look, but only saw Shu Changyu.

"Where is that kid Song Yan?"

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows slightly and replied calmly, "In the kitchen, cooking wontons."

Shu Changyu quickly realized that Song Yan had already eaten, and the wontons were not cooked for him.

It goes without saying who it is cooked for.

He smiled and said, "That kid still has a conscience."

"But brother, are you still going to keep it a secret from him?"