Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan was pushed out of the door by Lin Yifeng and waited in front of Shu's father and mother.

He looked back and saw that Lin Yifeng was still hiding and didn't dare to come out.

Mother Shu smiled and said, "Yifeng, don't hide. I see you."

Lin Yifeng then came out and spoke hesitantly: "Aunt Zhou..."

"Come and sit down," Shu's mother held his hand tightly, smiling, "Aunt Zhou hasn't seen you for a long time. Sit here and let's talk."

Song Yan scratched his face. He always felt that there was some danger hidden in Shu's mother's gentle smile. Was it his illusion?

Lin Yifeng sat down next to Shu's mother with a bitter look on his face.

Song Yan then drank two sips of wine with Brother Ying, and then went into the flower hall to greet Xiao Shiliu.

He came in and saw Brother Luo still standing there serving Xiao Shiliu.

Then he asked, "Are your brothers okay?"

Luo Ge bowed and thanked him: "Thank you for the medicine given by Mr. Song. They are almost healed after applying the medicine."

Song Yan waved his hand and said you're welcome, then added: "You'd better not call me Song Zhuangshi."

It sounds weird.

Luo Ge changed his words and called out, "Little Brother Song."

Song Yan then asked him: "By the way, are you working with Xiao Shiliu now?"

Luo Ge said: "Yes, I am now serving as a guard beside the young master."

Song Yan asked quietly: "Didn't you save him? Why are you still following him around as a guard?"

Luo Ge glanced at the young prince and replied in a normal voice: "The young master is generous and has rewarded us with silver and a house. It is because we want to follow the young master."

At this time, Little Pomegranate said, "Brother Song, you saved me last time, and I haven't had time to thank you yet. What do you want? Gold, silver, and treasures are all fine. How about giving you a big house?"

To be honest, he was indeed tempted for a moment when he heard Song Yan's words, but in the end he declined: "Young Master, you don't have to thank me. You know the situation at that time. It wasn't me who saved you."

If we really want to thank someone, we should thank Shu Changyu and An Qi.

Little Pomegranate said fearfully, "But that brother is very fierce."

It’s no wonder that Xiao Shiliu was so afraid of him. When Shu Changyu saw Xiao Shiliu, he said he wanted to throw him off the carriage.

Song Yan caught a glimpse of Song Zhengdu standing beside him, who looked at him repeatedly, as if he wanted to ask something, but held back.

He felt amused and immediately sat down to have a bowl of rice with Xiao Shiliu.

Then he was surprised to find that out of all the dishes on the table, Xiao Shiliu only ate the fish and occasionally took a few chopsticks of braised tofu.

I avoided dishes with coriander and celery, and even refused to eat braised pork sprinkled with chopped green onions.

He even didn't touch the lamb spine stewed with carrot soup on the side.

This level of picky eating is exactly the same as Shu Changyu.

Song Yan couldn't help but look at the child in front of her. She had delicate and beautiful eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. She looked just like a little girl.

I remember the first time we met, I mistook him for a little sister.

Could it be that he is actually Shu Changyu's long-lost brother?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately burst out laughing.

If he is really Shu Changyu's younger brother, then the reactions of his uncle and aunt when they saw Xiao Shiliuzhi just now did not seem like the expressions they had when they saw their own child.

It must be a coincidence that they look alike.

Song Yan shook off the messy thoughts in her mind and finished the meal with Xiao Shiliu.

Xiao Shiliu was about to pick up the sesame oil duck, but accidentally picked up the braised chicken next to it, and the chopsticks inevitably got cilantro stuck to them.

He wrinkled his nose and said, "Brother Song, don't put coriander in your dishes next time. It smells so bad."

This disdainful little expression is exactly like Shu Changyu's.

Song Yan suppressed her laughter and said, "Young Master, we all love to eat coriander. We will feel uncomfortable if we don't eat it for this meal."

The little pomegranate looked aggrieved.

At this time, Lin Yifeng came in and reminded: "Young Master, it's time for us to leave."

Little Pomegranate put down his chopsticks, looked at Song Yan, and reluctantly followed him away.

Song Yan personally escorted them to the door.

After Luo Ge carried the little prince onto the carriage, he turned and looked at him with a hesitant look, as if he had something to say.

Song Yan said, "You want to ask about your brother Qin, right?"

"We searched all the nearby towns, but there was no news about Brother Qin. He must be in danger." Brother Luo sighed.

Song Yan said, "I asked around for you, but unfortunately I didn't find out anything."

"That's fine." Brother Luo said in a generous tone, "In the past, we did all kinds of sneaky things and offended many people. If we really lose our lives, it's what we deserve."

Inside the carriage, Little Pomegranate called out, "Guard Luo?"

"I'm here, young master, please wait a moment." Luo Ge jumped onto the shaft, grabbed the reins, and nodded to Song Yan, "I'll be leaving first. See you later."

Watching the carriage slowly drive away, Song Yan felt a little uncomfortable and was about to turn around and go in.

Suddenly he saw from afar a few children on the roadside holding stones and throwing them at a ragged old man.

Song Yan shouted loudly: "Who are you guys from? Do you want to get beaten?"

The children shouted: "He is a madman and a cannibal."

"Hit him now!"

madman?

Song Yan looked carefully and found that it was not an old man, but Zhang Dashan.

Even if Zhang Dashan is crazy, you can't bully him like this.

Song Yan scared the kids away and looked back at the crazy Zhang Dashan. In such cold weather, he was still wearing a tattered single piece of clothing.

"Ghost! A ghost is chasing me--" Zhang Dashan yelled and stumbled away.

Song Yan thought to himself: He is really crazy. There are no ghosts in broad daylight.

He turned and went into the yard.

The banquet was almost over and the villagers left one after another.

The Song Yan brothers saw the guests off.

Mr. and Mrs. Shu were also preparing to go back.

Before leaving, Shu's mother grabbed his hand and said kindly, "Remember to come to our house when you have time."

Song Yan smiled and said yes.

Finally, only Brother Ying and a few others were left.

Aunt Niu and a few other aunts cleaned up the leftovers.

Song Yan asked them to move to the flower hall in the east wing to talk.

"Xiao Song, I've sold your Pingguo. Here's the silver. Please count it." Zhong Hui said as he took out fifty taels of silver notes and a ten-tael ingot of silver.

"Why are there so many?" Song Yan asked in surprise.

Fifty apples, at the price of one tael of silver each, and if we give 20% to Thanos' gang, it should be forty taels of silver.

Zhong Hui then slowly explained: "We transported the Pingguo to Nanyang Prefecture and visited several restaurants before we were able to sell only a dozen."

He was helpless: "Those shopkeepers saw that I was from another place and always tried to lower the price, so the sales were not smooth at first."

"Until one day, I met a wealthy businessman named Huang in a restaurant. When he saw the pineapples I had, he bought them all for two taels of silver each."