Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan was dragged out by Lin Yifeng in a daze. He was still holding chopsticks in his hand and asked in confusion, "Who wants to see me so mysteriously?"

Anyone who can be called a distinguished guest by Lin Yifeng must be an extraordinary person.

Lin Yifeng said vaguely: "Don't worry, you will know in a while."

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Song Yan saw a plain carriage quietly parked outside the door. Next to it was Brother Luo whom he had met not long ago.

Is it Brother Luo who wants to see him?

No way, Brother Luo is not really a distinguished guest.

When Brother Luo saw Song Yan, he whispered something into the carriage, and then a child poked his head out of the carriage.

It's a pomegranate!

Song Yan gasped. Why was it him?

Over there, Brother Luo carefully carried the child down from the carriage.

When Song Yan saw this, she turned to look at Lin Yifeng with an unfriendly look in her eyes, as if asking, "Why did you bring him here?"

Lin Yifeng raised his folding fan to cover his face and smiled bitterly.

Today he had asked for leave from his teacher and came to attend Song Yan's housewarming party.

When he was going out, he passed by the county government office in front and was caught by his father.

His father asked him to go over and ask why he didn't go to the county school today.

Lin Yifeng told the truth.

Who would have thought that the young prince would come to the county government office at this time and hear the conversation between the father and son.

The young prince said that he was kidnapped by robbers last time and was lucky to escape because of Song Yan's rescue.

Before I could even thank him, since Lin Yifeng was going to the Song family for a banquet today, why not go together?

Lin Yifeng tried to persuade him earnestly, but the young prince didn't listen to him at all.

The young prince even threatened that if he was not taken with him, he would take his guards with him.

If the young prince really went to the Song family with his guards in a grand procession, Song Yan would probably be scared.

In desperation, Lin Yifeng had to bring the little prince along.

This delayed us and we didn't arrive until the afternoon.

Lin Yifeng knew clearly that Shu Changyu had always disliked this half-brother.

If the eldest brother knew that he had brought the young prince to the Song family, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Lin Yifeng suddenly felt that his situation was precarious.

He thought that it would be better to set off on a study tour while his eldest brother had not yet returned from Yuzhou, so as to avoid the limelight for a while.

At this time, Little Pomegranate came over, raised her little face, and called out obediently, "Brother Song."

Lin Yifeng widened his eyes slightly. No, you little brat actually has two faces?

When I see him on weekdays, he always has an arrogant attitude, but now in front of Song Yan, he pretends to be so well-behaved.

Song Yan was startled and said in a panic, "Young Master, please don't call me that."

He looked behind the carriage again with caution: "Isn't your old lady here with you?"

Little Pomegranate's face drooped: "Madame Zheng has left."

Song Yan thought that when he said leaving, he meant that Nanny Zheng would no longer work with him, and did not think about anything else.

He didn't want to have anything to do with King Hui's people anymore, and planned to trick this little guy away.

"Young Master, my family is made up of country folk who don't know the etiquette and are not suitable to entertain you. How about..."

Little Pomegranate looked at him eagerly, and her eyes and eyebrows, which were similar to Shu Changyu's, looked particularly pitiful.

Song Yan almost softened his heart, but when he thought about the night he had spent in jail, he hardened his heart and said, "Can you go back first?"

Little Pomegranate pursed her lips and said aggrievedly: "But I'm hungry."

Song Yan said silently in her heart: Even if you are hungry, I dare not give you food. Last time I gave you a bowl of wontons, the stall owner’s stall was smashed and I was thrown into the dungeon.

If I give you another bowl of rice, your whole family will probably go to jail tomorrow.

Luo Ge asked, "The young master hasn't eaten since morning. Can you please ask Mr. Song to let us in to have some water and rest."

Song Yan shook her head and refused: "You should go to another temple, my temple is small..."

As he spoke, he saw that Little Pomegranate's eyes were misty, and he immediately swallowed the words "There is no room for a big Buddha like you".

Lin Yifeng sighed quietly, he squatted down, pulled the little prince to discuss, "Young Master, I can persuade Xiao Song to let you stay for dinner."

"But you have to go back after dinner, okay?"

Little Pomegranate pouted in displeasure.

Lin Yifeng tapped his palm with his folding fan and said indifferently: "It's okay if you don't want to. I don't think Xiao Song wants to receive you either. Let's just squat at the door together."

In the end, Little Pomegranate nodded reluctantly.

Seeing this, Lin Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief and stood up and said to Song Yan, "Don't worry, take him in for dinner. He will leave after eating."

"If there are any problems, I will take full responsibility."

Since Lin Yifeng said so, Song Yan had no choice but to invite Xiao Shiliu into the yard.

The banquet was in full swing at this time, especially the villagers in the yard, who were eating heartily and, after drinking a little wine, immediately started to talk nonsense.

Song Yan and the others came in and passed by a table. The uncle next to them lifted his legs and stepped on the stool, and reached out to grab his feet.

Seeing Song Yan and his men coming in, he took one look at the little pomegranate with red lips and white teeth and shouted, "Hey, whose kid is this?"

His manners were so crude that even an elegant scholar like Lin Yifeng frowned.

The other villagers also looked over and immediately made fun of the man for being drunk and having a lame eye.

"Such a delicate baby can't be born in our village. Is he from some rich family?"

"My dear is so beautiful."

"Uncle and aunt, please enjoy your meal." Song Yan greeted them quickly and stretched out her hand to protect Xiao Shiliu as they walked into the main hall.

Seeing that Song Yan had been out for a long time and had not returned, Shu's mother couldn't help but feel worried and wanted to go out to take a look. Then, she saw him coming in with some people.

She looked at the little pomegranate, her face dazed, and murmured, "It looks like it, it really looks like it..."

"Old Shu." Shu's mother pulled her husband's sleeve and said, "Look at that child."

Father Shu looked at him carefully and said in amazement: "This child looks exactly like Changyu when he was a child."

Mother Shu frowned: "I'm afraid it's not..."

Mr. Shu immediately understood what she had not yet expressed.

"Did that kid Yifeng bring it?"

Is there something wrong with his brain? He actually brought the little prince to the Song family. Is he really not afraid that Chang Yu will go crazy and kill the little prince with a sword?

No, Chang Yuyuan is still in Yuzhou.

When Brother Ying saw Song Yan, he waved happily, "Come here, brother Yan, let's have a drink together."

"Wait a moment, brother. I'll entertain the guests first." Song Yan quickly invited the three people into the flower hall in the east wing.

He went out and called Song Zhengdu: "Erlin, come in for a moment."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhengdu immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks and walked quickly towards Song Yan: "Brother, what do you want me to do?"

Song Yan whispered, "Entertain the young master inside for me."

Thinking of the child his eldest brother had just brought in, Song Zhengdu immediately understood what he meant and nodded in agreement.

After giving instructions to Song Zhengdu, Song Yan went to the kitchen and brought over some hot meals.

When I came in, I saw Xiao Shiliu was chatting with Song Zhengdu, and they were surprisingly harmonious.

Song Yan walked over and listened, and found that they were actually talking about him.

Little Pomegranate: "I saw a plaque with the words 'Tiger-Fighting Hero' at the door. Did Brother Song ever fight a tiger? How awesome!"

Song Zhengdu: "Half a year ago, my elder brother did kill a tiger in the mountains, and that plaque was inscribed by County Magistrate Lin."

Little Pomegranate exclaimed: "Wow!"

Song Yan's scalp tingled when she heard this. She put the food on the table and interrupted their conversation: "Young Master, please enjoy your meal."

Suddenly Lin Yifeng pulled his arm and pointed outside the door: "Why are Aunt Zhou and the others here too?"

Song Yan felt a little guilty: "Of course my aunt and the others will come to the banquet."

"Come on, accompany me out to say hello." Lin Yifeng subconsciously opened his folding fan and shook it.

Song Yan glanced at him and couldn't help but complain: "You are fanning yourself in the middle of winter. Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

Lin Yifeng fanned himself vigorously: "I feel panicked."