Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

In the Jin Dynasty, there was a tradition that on the wedding night, the wife would wear her husband's underwear to show intimacy.

"Oh?" Shu Changyu's eyes became more and more profound and clear. "I thought you were hinting at something?"

What is implying to Shu Changyu?

Suggesting him to change into his own underwear?

Song Yan's mind finally came to his senses. He quickly reached out to cover Shu Changyu's mouth, then glanced at Song Wanzhou who was squatting in front of the stove boiling water.

Seeing that she didn't seem to hear him, Song Yan begged for mercy: "Stop talking now."

Arya is still here!

It would be so embarrassing for the little girl to hear that.

Shu Changyu pulled his hand down, narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyebrows were frivolous, and his voice was deliberately lowered: "Do you want me to wear it?"

Song Yan never thought about whether she wanted it or not.

Song Yan was originally embarrassed and angry, but she smiled unconsciously: "Okay, stop making trouble."

As soon as the words came out, the tone was gentle, and there was a hint of doting inadvertently.

Song Yan scratched his ear in annoyance.

How could he speak to Shu Changyu in such a tone? It was so corny.

Shu Changyu stared straight into his eyes and stopped saying those teasing words.

Song Yan felt inexplicably panicked and quickly looked away to look at the fish in the barrel.

As if he had finally found something to distract himself, he said in a relaxed tone, "You sit here first. I'll take care of the fish."

Having said that, he no longer cared about Shu Changyu. He picked up the wooden barrel, poured the fish into his own barrel, and put the snails in a wooden basin, soaked them in clean water, and spit out the mud and sand first.

The barrel was borrowed and had to be returned.

Song Yan said to Song Wanzhou, "Er Ya, let me make some tea. You go return the bucket to Uncle Zhengming's house."

Song Wanzhou slowly raised his head, but his little face was red, obviously because he had just heard those dirty words from Shu Changyu.

Song Yan didn't even feel comfortable looking at Song Wanzhou.

My younger sister witnessed me being molested by a girl.

It's so embarrassing.

From now on, how can he maintain his majestic image as the eldest brother in front of Arya?

Wait until Song Wanzhou went out carrying the wooden barrel.

Song Yan quickly made a pot of tea for Shu Changyu.

At this time, he remembered that Yaya was still in the next room, so he went over, picked up Yaya and put her at Shu Changyu's feet.

"Help me keep an eye on Yaya. I'll go take care of the fish."

Shu Changyu's gaze slowly moved downward, staring at the small figure that was only as high as his knees.

The little guy raised his head, his eyes curved into crescents, revealing an innocent smile: "Da Da~"

Shu Changyu had a blank expression on his face.

The little guy opened his hands and asked for a hug: "Da da, hug~"

Shu Changyu turned his eyes away and pretended not to hear.

Unexpectedly, the little guy grabbed the corner of his clothes, used his hands and feet, and climbed onto his legs nimbly.

Shu Changyu lifted the back of her collar and pulled her down.

The little girl persevered and continued to hold his calves and climb hard.

Shu Changyu's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Go down."

Yaya climbed onto Shu Changyu's knees and looked at him innocently.

Shu Changyu lifted her collar again, ready to put her down.

The moment he lowered his head, the little guy reached out to grab the teapot.

She moved so quickly that Shu Changyu didn't have time to stop her.

The tea was still hot. When Yaya touched the teapot, she immediately scalded her hand. Tears welled up in her dark eyes. She opened her little mouth and burst into tears with a loud "wow".

Shu Changyu: “…”

Half an hour ago.

Song Yan went out with a knife to kill the fish, and saw Gousheng putting his head into the bucket.

"Gousheng, go away and stop making trouble." Song Yan drove him aside.

He looked at the fish in the barrel, wondering how to remove the fish bones.

River fish have many bones, and it is difficult to avoid tiny fish bones whether it is frying, boiling or stewing.

Especially since his family is full of teenagers, if one is impatient and not careful when picking out thorns, they may easily get choked by the thorns.

So this river fish is best used to make soup.

But besides this, there is another way to eat it that can avoid fish bones, which is to scrape out the fish meat and make it into fish balls.

Very good, we will have fish balls tonight.

Boil the fish bones into a milky white soup, then roll the fish balls in the soup. The taste is so delicious that it will make your eyebrows fall off.

Song Yan was killing fish when suddenly, Yaya's crying voice came from the kitchen.

He quickly washed the fishy smell off his hands and hurried to the kitchen in two steps.

I saw the little girl sitting on Shu Changyu's knees, tears rolling down her aggrieved little face like pearls from a broken string.

Song Yan went over and picked up the little girl, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and coaxed her softly: "Okay, okay, don't cry, brother is here."

Yaya gradually stopped crying.

Song Yan turned her head and glanced at Shu Changyu: "What happened to Yaya just now?"

Shu Changyu frowned, looking annoyed: "She bumped into the teapot herself."

Song Yan immediately checked Yaya’s little hand, and fortunately it was only slightly red and swollen, and not burned.

Shu Changyu casually threw out an exquisite white porcelain bottle.

Song Yan quickly raised her hand to catch it and said, "It's okay, it's just a little red, just rinse it with cold water."

But Shu Changyu insisted: "You can use it."

Song Yan had no choice but to pick up the medicine bottle and gently apply some ointment on Yaya's little hand.

He pinched Yaya's little nose and said half-jokingly, "Let's see if you dare to be naughty next time."

He put Yaya down and returned the medicine bottle to Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu raised his eyelids and said, "You don't have to return it to me."

Since he said so, Song Yan would not be polite to him.

The fish outside had not been killed yet, so Song Yan stuffed Yaya into his arms and said, "Keep an eye on her. Don't let her touch the kettle."

Shu Changyu made a "tsk" sound, but didn't throw the kid down in the end.

Song Yan first washed the rice and cooked it, then went out to continue killing the fish.

Not long after, Song Wanzhou returned the wooden barrel.

"Brother, Uncle Zhengming brought me two pieces of tofu."

Song Yan said, "That's perfect. I'll make fish head and tofu soup later."

Looking at Shu Changyu, who was holding a cub in his arms with a sullen look on his face, Song Yan suppressed her laughter and said, "Take Yaya to the next room to play."

"Okay." Song Wanzhou went over and took Yaya away.

"Shu Changyu, do you want to stay for dinner?" Song Yan asked him.

At this time, Shu Changyu came out of the kitchen, leaned lazily against the door frame, and watched Song Yan process the fish.

He raised his phoenix eyes slightly and said, "I don't eat fish. There are too many bones. It's troublesome."

Song Yan knew that he would dislike the fish bones, so she said, "I'll pick out the bones and make fish balls."

Shu Changyu nodded, finally satisfied.

Song Yan processed the fish, removed the scales and internal organs, then cut off the head and tail, leaving only a part of the fish body.

He held the knife in his right hand and carefully scraped off the fish meat along the fish bones until only a piece of fish bone was left. He put the fish head, tail and bones aside to be used to make the soup base later.

The whole process is not only time-consuming, but also tests patience and meticulousness.

Song Yan checked the fish meat very carefully to make sure no tiny fish bones were missed.

Add a spoonful of salt and pepper. These two simple seasonings are enough. More will cover up the freshness of the fish.

Then start stirring.

In order to make the fish balls more chewy, the fish meat must be stirred and beaten repeatedly until it becomes sticky and elastic.

Aunt Niu had a big pot of rice cooking, and she came over to find Song Yan.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw a tall young man leaning against the door frame.

Aunt Niu paused, smiled, and said enthusiastically, "Xiao Shu is here."

Shu Changyu turned around and looked at the person who came. He remembered that this person was the neighbor across the street from the Song family, so he nodded slightly as a greeting.

Aunt Niu thought to herself, this little Shu is good-looking, but he has a cold personality and doesn't talk much.

But Xiao Song is a talkative person, so the two of them are a good match.

For a moment, Aunt Niu's mind was in a state of confusion, but she didn't show it on her face. She smiled and asked, "Is Xiao Song in there?"