Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"How should I hook this thread..." Song Yan sat in front of the brazier, holding the knitting needles in both hands, hooking the cashmere thread with her little finger, and hesitated for a moment.

The first snow fell a few days ago, and Song Yan stayed at home to spend the winter. An Qi was the one who rushed to do the work of feeding the livestock and cleaning the livestock shed.

Apart from three meals a day, he has no other work to do.

I had nothing to do all day, so I read some novels. After a few days, I got a little bored. The main reason was that the plot became more and more boring later on. It was all about the male protagonist's love affairs, and even the affairs of the court were hardly mentioned.

Today I took out the cashmere yarn that Shu Changyu had someone bring back and planned to knit a sweater.

But he got stuck at the first step, as the needle technique seemed to be a little wrong.

When he was in college, he was pulled into a knitting club by his roommate, where he earned credits for two years. At the end, he even knitted a sweater as a reward for himself.

But it has been two or three years, and now I can’t even remember how to knit the sweater.

Song Yan pondered for a long time, weaving and unweaving, and then she could barely remember some of it.

"Brother, are you knitting?" Song Wanzhou asked.

Song Yan said without even looking up: "I'm knitting a sweater."

"Da Ge~" A tender little voice sounded, and Song Yan looked up, and saw Yaya wearing a thick cotton coat, stumbling out. The whole cub was round and plump, like a little penguin.

Song Yan laughed out loud, put down the knitting needles in her hand, grabbed the little fat penguin by the armpit, picked it up, and spun it around in the air.

Yaya was so amused that she couldn't stop laughing.

Kids of this age are full of energy. Song Yan played with her for a long time and was sweating. He clapped his hands and said, "Brother will make you something delicious."

The little guy said crisply: "Eat~"

"Okay, you guys play by yourselves first." Song Yan reminded Song Wanzhou, "Don't let Yaya get close to the brazier."

Song Wanzhou said, "I know."

Song Yan went to the kitchen and took out the hawthorns she had picked on the mountain. These hawthorns were bright red, carrying the fresh scent of the mountains, as if they were still covered with morning dew.

Then, he went into the kitchen and took out three plump, red apples.

After washing the hawthorn, he picked up a sharp knife, cut the hawthorn in the middle and removed the core.

He strung each hawthorn with a bamboo stick and arranged them neatly.

The apples are also skewered.

After preparation, light a fire in the stove, pour half a bowl into the pot, and then add a few pieces of maltose.

The water in the pot began to heat up slowly, and the maltose gradually melted, emitting bursts of sweet aroma.

Song Yan picked up a pair of long chopsticks and kept stirring the syrup in the pot.

The maltose gradually becomes viscous and its color changes from transparent to caramel.

At this time, he quickly picked up a piece of syrup, and when it came into contact with the cold air, the syrup quickly solidified and became hard.

It can be seen that the syrup is ready.

Song Yan scooped up a spoonful of syrup with an iron spoon and quickly poured the syrup on the skewered hawthorns. At the same time, he slowly turned the hawthorn skewer so that the syrup evenly coated each hawthorn.

Soon, the syrup formed a thin layer of sugar coating on the surface of the hawthorn, which was crystal clear and exuded an attractive luster.

As the syrup cools, the hawthorn clusters gradually become hard, and each hawthorn is tightly wrapped in the syrup, like a beautiful crystal ruby.

He inserted the candied hawthorn fruit into the bamboo tube that contained chopsticks.

Then pour the remaining syrup over the apples.

"Aqi!" Song Yan shouted outside the door.

An Qi appeared out of nowhere: "Brother Song."

Song Yan handed over two strings of candied haws, one string of hawthorns, and one string of apples: "Take them and eat them."

"Thank you, Brother Song." An Qi took the candied haws happily. As soon as he took a bite, the outer sugar shell cracked with a "crack", revealing the sour and sweet hawthorn inside, a mixture of sour and sweet.

"Hmm, hmm, it's delicious." An Qi's cheeks puffed up as he ate, making his baby face look even more childish.

Song Yan couldn't help but smile when she saw An Qi's satisfied expression. She also picked up a string of candied haws and took a bite.

The sweetness of the sugar coating and the sourness of the hawthorn intertwined on the tip of his tongue, reminding him of the taste of his childhood.

Every New Year, his grandfather would make candied haws for him, and that was a childhood filled with anticipation and joy.

My grandfather is very deft and can always string those ordinary hawthorns and apples into strings of tempting candied haws.

"Come and eat candied haws!" Song Yan walked into the main room holding a candied haws.

"It's candied haws!" Song Wanzhou jumped up excitedly.

Song Yan handed her a bunch of hawthorns and a bunch of apples: "You can only eat two bunches. Eating too much will cause toothache."

Suddenly the little guy hugged his calf and said in a soft voice: "Ya Ya eat~"

"Got it. And you're such a little foodie." Song Yan squatted down and tapped her little nose. "You can only lick it three times."

He put the string of candied haws with apple to Yaya's mouth.

Yaya stretched out her little hand and grabbed it quickly.

Song Yan quickly raised the candied haws to avoid her "lightning attack".

Yaya was so anxious that she kept screaming “Ahhh”.

"You can't grab it, you can only lick it a few times." Song Yan handed the candied haws to Yaya's mouth again.

Yaya didn't reach out her hand this time, but just licked it a few times obediently.

"Okay, it's brother's turn to eat." Song Yan held up the candied haws and took a bite.

Yaya opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and after a moment, she burst into tears.

Song Yan couldn't help laughing and tried to coax her in a hurry.

It happened during the day, and at night Song Yan had a dream about his childhood.

Once, he secretly ate two extra strings of candied haws and had a toothache in the middle of the night. He tossed and turned in bed, groaning in pain.

The grandfather in the next room heard his groaning, so he put on his clothes, turned on the light, and went to his bed.

"What's wrong, Yanyan?"

Little Song Yan covered her cheek and whispered, "Grandpa, my tooth hurts."

Grandpa sighed helplessly, shook his head, then went to the kitchen to get some salt, dissolved it in warm water, and let him put it in his mouth.

"Don't be greedy in the future, okay?" Grandpa scolded softly while patting little Song Yan's back gently to comfort him.

Little Song Yan nodded, tears welling up in her eyes, and she apologized honestly: "Grandpa, I know I was wrong. I will never steal food again next time."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Grandpa hugged him and said.

That night, little Song Yan finally fell asleep peacefully with the company of her grandfather.

When she woke up the next day, Song Yan still had a smile on her face and was in a very good mood.

His fingers were hooked around the cashmere thread, and he was knitting the scarf at a very fast speed.

That’s right, he felt that the sweater was still too difficult, so he changed to a scarf.

Anyway, it was a gift for Shu Changyu. He thought that it seemed inappropriate to give a girl a close-fitting sweater, so it would be better to give her a scarf.

Song Yan glanced at the scarf that was gradually taking shape in her hand, and felt uneasy. She hoped that Shu Changyu would not dislike it.