Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"Cough cough!" Song Yan was caught off guard and choked by saliva and coughed twice.

"I didn't hear what you just said." Song Yan pretended to be confused and waved him away, "It's so late and you haven't slept yet. Go back to your room. I want to take a shower."

Song Wanzhou snorted and looked at him sternly: "Brother, don't try to get away with this."

Song Yan turned away uncomfortably and quickly denied it: "It's not true, don't talk nonsense."

Song Wanzhou held her little face in her hands and smiled: "You just like Sister Shu, and Sister Shu likes you too."

Song Yan's face immediately turned red and his heart was hot. He acted like an older brother, rolled his eyes at her, and pretended to be angry and said, "What do you know, little kid?"

Fortunately, it was dark, and Song Yan tried her best to hide her embarrassment.

Song Wanzhou curled his lips and said, "Brother, just pretend. I'm not the one who should be anxious anyway."

"whee."

Song Yan laughed angrily. He rolled up his sleeves and pretended to grab her: "You are so brave, little girl, you dare to make fun of your brother."

"Okay, brother, I was wrong." Song Wanzhou said and ran back to the house quickly.

Song Yan didn't chase after her, but shouted at her back: "Don't run too fast, be careful not to fall."

Then, Song Wanzhou's laughter was heard from inside the house. It should be Yaya playing around.

The night in late autumn is gentle, and the moonlight is like silver, sprinkling in the quiet courtyard.

Song Yan's heart couldn't calm down. Although it was late autumn and cold, he felt an indescribable heat inside.

He suddenly didn't want to go into the house, so he stood outside to cool off.

He leaned against the door frame, and felt the breeze on the door that Shu Changyu had just leaned against.

Gusts of evening breeze blew by, and the leaves outside the house rustled.

But it could never dispel the heat in his heart.

Song Yan pursed her lips, her eyes looking into the distance through the hazy night, as if she was chasing the vague light and shadow in the distance, her whole body immersed in a deep trance.

Suddenly, he raised his hand to support his forehead, his expression became a little embarrassed, and his ears turned red from burning.

Over there, Shu Changyu came out of the Song family.

His moon-white clothes, the elegant tone almost blended into the night.

The slender figure appeared and disappeared in the hazy moonlight and dark shadows, like a ghost in the night.

If someone looked out the window at this moment, they might shout "Ghost!"

The moonlight sprinkled on the winding path, and the mottled shadows of the trees swayed gently in the wind. There was no one on the road, only the occasional barking of dogs in the distance.

Passing through the woods at the entrance of Xiaoli Village, Shu Changyu paused and suddenly said, "Come out."

A figure fell from the tree next to him.

An Qi knelt on one knee: "Master."

Shu Changyu said casually: "Go and take that guy from today..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly muttered to himself: "Well, I think I promised that idiot to let him go."

Having said this, he smiled and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Forget it, just spare his life."

An Qi secretly complained to himself, wondering why his master was becoming more and more fickle.

But then, Shu Changyu's cold voice sounded: "Don't let him appear in front of me again."

An Qi: "I obey your command."

Even when Song Yan finished washing up and lay down on the bed, his mood was still like the misty clouds in the sky, unable to settle down.

Song Yan opened his eyes and looked at the pitch-black night above his head, still feeling an incredible sense of unreality.

It seems that everything I have experienced recently was just a dream.

Song Yan couldn't help but pinch her face.

"hiss--"

painful.

Not dreaming.

But if it wasn't a dream, why did Shu Changyu fall in love with him...

Song Yan touched her right earlobe. Thinking of how Shu Changyu had licked this place that night, Song Yan's ears felt tingling and even her toes curled up.

He was almost certain that Shu Changyu liked him.

If she didn't like him, how could she explain Shu Changyu's recent intimate actions towards him?

If Shu Changyu licked his earlobe that night it was because he was drunk.

But Shu Changyu didn't drink a drop of alcohol today, so how could he be drunk?

So Shu Changyu likes him...

And he...

he……

Song Yan suddenly pulled up the quilt to cover her face, not daring to think any further.

He tried to sort out his thoughts, but was afraid that all this was just his wishful thinking.

Song Yan's mind was in a mess at this moment, but her heart felt as sweet as if she had a piece of wedding candy in her mouth.

In the end, Song Yan didn't know what time she fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already bright outside.

He got up and saw that Song Wanzhou had also gotten up, and was quickly making a fire to boil water and cook eggs.

Song Yan grabbed the toothbrush and brushed her teeth quickly, but as she brushed, she began to lose focus again.

He realized later that he should have sent Shu Changyu back home last night.

I don’t know if he would be scared if he were to walk at night as a girl.

Song Yan couldn't help feeling annoyed and decided to send him back next time.

"Brother!" Song Wanzhou's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Song Yan was startled and almost swallowed the mouthwash into her throat.

He quickly spat out the mouthwash and said, "Why are you shouting so loudly? You scared me."

"I called you so many times just now, but you didn't hear me." Song Wanzhou said angrily.

Song Yan said awkwardly: "Brother was just thinking about something."

Song Wanzhou came up and asked with a strange smile: "Are you thinking about Sister Shu?"

"Song Erya!"

Song Wanzhou ran away with a chuckle.

Song Yan scooped up a handful of water and washed her face, and the dryness on her face faded away.

He cracked two eggs and ate them, then said to Song Wanzhou, "Just have a quick breakfast. I'll go to town later and buy some meat."

When Song Wanzhou heard Song Yan say that they were going to buy meat, his eyes lit up: "I know, I will take good care of the family."

Song Wanzhou fed Yaya half a bowl of rice porridge, then picked up the backpack and went out to cut grass.

As for Yaya, she was in the house, playing with wood carvings by herself, and Song Yan asked Gousheng to watch her.

Just at this moment, Aniu came over carrying two buckets of water and filled his water tank.

Song Yan asked him to stay and help clean the yard.

The sheep and donkey dung that had been cleaned up were collected in a dustpan and dumped into the dung pit dug behind the house. Every now and then, Ah Niu would come over and rake the dung with a spiked rake.

Song Yan scooped a spoonful of water and said to Aniu while washing her hands, "I'm going to town. Go back and ask your mother if there's anything else you need to buy. I'll bring it back for you."

"I'll go ask her."

Ah Niu came back soon and said, "She asked you to bring back some needlework for her."

"Okay." Song Yan took note of it.

At this time, Song Wanzhou, who had gone out to cut grass, came back. He fed the donkey and sheep, and then took Yaya out to play.

Song Yan gave her some instructions and went to borrow a donkey cart from Uncle Dazhu.

The road to the town was still long. Song Yan held the whip in one hand and supported his face with the other, his eyes blank.

I was thinking about how to make the soup base for the snail noodle and blanch the snails...

I don’t know if Shu Changyu eats snail rice noodle…

However, Shu Changyu is so picky about food that he probably can't get used to eating sour bamboo shoots.

Song Yan patted his forehead and said, "Stop, stop, stop..."

Why do I think of Shu Changyu again?

I'll fry some chili oil when I get back. It seems that Shu Changyu can't eat spicy food.

After a while, Song Yan silently covered her face, revealing a red ear.

Help, he seems to be really finished.