Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The setting sun paints layers of red across the mountains.

Along the way, Song Yan was still sighing: "Alas, the pheasant ran away again."

Shu Changyu pressed his slender finger bones against his lower lip and chuckled softly, "Who taught you to hunt like this?"

"You still have the nerve to laugh!"

Song Yan couldn't help but get angry when she heard his laughter: "I asked you to help, but you came over here slowly like an old man."

"If you had walked faster, we would have caught it."

Shu Changyu leaned sideways, raised his eyebrows, and spoke slowly: "Why go to so much trouble to catch a pheasant?"

Song Yan exclaimed, "Oh!" This man dared to go into the mountains to hunt alone at the age of thirteen, and he was not afraid even if he encountered a tiger.

No real tiger is as fierce as him.

Song Yan quickly made a "please" gesture and said attentively, "Boss, come here, come here."

Shu Changyu turned his eyes and glanced at him, then suddenly raised his hand to hook his shoulder, pointed to the bushes in front, and whispered in his ear: "Look, is there a pheasant over there?"

"Where?" Song Yan narrowed his eyes and tried hard to identify for a long time, but couldn't find where the pheasant was.

"Where is it?" He patted Shu Changyu's arm.

"Tsk." Shu Changyu looked at him inexplicably, "No wonder you have poor eyesight."

It turns out he is really blind.

Song Yan said awkwardly, "My dynamic vision is not good."

"Oh?" Shu Changyu did not comment, "Then your static vision is not very good either."

"Look."

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his wrist, and the branch in his hand flew out like an arrow from a bow, and with a "swish", it hit the target accurately.

Only then did Song Yan see a pheasant with colorful feathers flapping its wings and falling from the tree.

He coughed and tried to save face: "So he hid in the tree, no wonder I didn't see him."

Shu Changyu sneered and said nothing.

"I'll go and take a look." Song Yan pretended to be calm, went over to pick up the pheasant, and took a closer look. The branch swung by Shu Changyu went right through its wings.

But the pheasant was still alive, twisting and struggling violently.

Song Yan grabbed its two wings and weighed them. It weighed about four kilograms.

He muttered to himself that if it were in modern times, they would probably end up in jail.

He walked back holding the pheasant in his left hand, but felt it was not comfortable, so he switched to holding it in his right hand.

Shu Changyu stared at his empty hand, frowned slightly, and hesitated for a long time before shaking it.

Song Yan was unaware of Shu Changyu's dilemma, and he was still puzzled.

He and Shu Changyu went into the mountains twice. Although they did not go deep into the mountains this time, the middle of the mountain is still a mountain.

He went into the mountains twice, and the first time he was almost taken away by a tiger and was injured.

This time I was lucky enough to catch a pheasant.

But it is so far from the plot of the novel. Not to mention ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum, not even a single herb was found.

Song Yan was a little disappointed. She had thought that going into the mountains would be an adventure like what was described in the novel.

Is this the result?

Shu Changyu, where is your luck? !

Song Yan was suddenly horrified. Could it be that because of being with him, the heroine's luck had been taken away by the evil God?

Sensing Song Yan's distressed look, Shu Changyu raised his hand and pinched his ear: "What are you thinking about in your little head?"

"I didn't think anything!" Song Yan shook her head to deny it, but sighed silently in her heart and decided to be nicer to Shu Changyu in the future.

When we returned to the foot of the mountain, the pheasant was still flapping its wings lively.

Song Yan really didn't dare to kill a live chicken, mainly because of the psychological trauma left over from her childhood.

So he shamelessly knocked on the Niu family's door.

"Here it comes!" Aunt Niu came out of the house and saw the pheasant in Song Yan's hand. She was surprised and said, "Oh! Where did this pheasant come from?"

"I caught it in the mountains." Song Yan handed the pheasant over and said with a chuckle, "Aunt, please help me kill it. Keep the wings and drumsticks for me, and you can do with the rest."

"We have guests at home, so it's inconvenient to cook. I'll leave the dinner to you, Auntie."

Aunt Niu took the pheasant and agreed readily: "Okay, go back and wait."

Song Yan said shamelessly, "Aunt, give me some of the pickled beans and bamboo shoots you made later."

Aunt Niu waved her hand: "I'll send it to you in a moment."

"Then I'll go back first."

The moment she closed the door, she glanced inadvertently across and saw a slender figure leaning against the door.

"This Xiao Song..." She smiled and shook her head.

Uncle Niu happened to come out to drink some tea and heard his wife muttering about Xiao Song, so he asked, "What happened to Xiao Song?"

Aunt Niu was delighted: "I think next year I'll be able to drink at Xiao Song's wedding."

Uncle Niu smiled and said, "In the past six months, Xiao Song has been both a father and a mother, which is not easy. If we marry a wife, she can also help with the housework."

Aunt Niu was relieved, but she sighed again: "I don't know if our Ah Niu..."

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings." Uncle Niu advised her.

"Okay, no more talking. I have to kill the chicken quickly. Shitou and the others are coming to our house for dinner tonight." Aunt Niu said, and hurried to the kitchen.

It is almost You time.

When Song Yan returned home, she first took a look at the new house next door. Most of the walls of the east wing had been demolished, and it was estimated that it would be completely demolished before the work started.

He came back, washed his hands, and prepared to fry the peppers.

"Shu Changyu, please sit over here for a while. I'm going to fry some chili oil."

Heat oil in a pan and add onion, ginger and coriander.

When adding the coriander, Song Yan saw Shu Changyu frowning from the corner of his eye. He said guiltily, "I'll just fry some oil to make sure you don't smell the coriander when you eat it."

Shu Changyu's pretty eyebrows were locked: "Do you have to put coriander in it?"

Song Yan was stubborn and he quickly put the coriander down before Shu Changyu could react.

Anyway, Shu Changyu doesn’t eat spicy food, so what’s wrong with him adding coriander?

Shu Changyu wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

Song Yan said flatteringly: "Believe me for once, I really can't smell the scent of coriander, try it and see if it's true?"

Shu Changyu's nostrils twitched slightly, and as expected, he could not smell the scent of coriander. His frown slowly relaxed.

Song Yan smiled, took out the fungus, soaked it in warm water, and continued to prepare the spices.

Fry the ginger, onion and coriander until golden brown. Then pour the prepared pepper, star anise, cinnamon, fennel and other spices into the pot and fry over low heat until fragrant.

While the spices were frying in the pot, Song Yan took out a handful of dried chilies from the bag and pounded them into chili powder using a mortar.

Making red oil requires two or more kinds of chili powder, which respectively enhance the flavor, color and spiciness.

Last night, Song Yan rummaged through the kitchen for a long time before finding a bag of dried Erjingtiao chilies to add flavor.

After the oil is cooked, remove the residue and let the oil temperature cool down slightly.

When the oil temperature reached about 50% to 60% hot, he scooped up a spoonful of chili oil and poured it on the chili powder.

With a "sizzling" sound, the chili powder hits the hot oil, instantly stimulating the aroma.

A pungent spicy smell spread. Shu Changyu coughed twice, and a hint of red appeared at the corners of his eyes, his eyes were like rippling spring water.

Song Yan stole a glance at him, then looked at him again before saying, "If you feel uncomfortable, go out for a while."

Shu Changyu pressed his forehead and said, "I suspect you are poisoning me."

"This is chili pepper, used as seasoning." Song Yan retorted, "Don't worry, it won't poison you."

Shu Changyu's eyes were still questioning.

Song Yan pretended not to see it and poured the oil while stirring with chopsticks.

After pouring the hot oil in several times, the chili powder began to slowly change color, from bright red to dark red, and the aroma became more and more intense.

While the oil is still hot, drizzle a little white vinegar on it and you're done.