Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan just stood there in a daze, watching Shu Changyu riding a horse and coming to him.

The young man jumped off the horse, his cloak fluttering in the wind, and the corners of his clothes looked like fluttering black butterflies.

"Shu Changyu?" Song Yan's voice was filled with disbelief. He subconsciously took a few steps forward, with surprise flashing in his eyes, "Shu Changyu, you're really back!"

Shu Changyu walked towards him, raised his hand, untied the straps of his cloak and threw it casually.

"Hey!" Song Yan hurriedly reached out to catch the fallen cloak, but was suddenly grabbed by Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu's hands were very cold, like cold and smooth jade, and Song Yan couldn't help but shiver.

However, this chill did not make him retreat. Instead, it made him feel more deeply that Shu Changyu had really returned.

Song Yan held Shu Changyu's hands tightly and rubbed them vigorously: "Your hands are so cold."

He had just been warming himself by the fire in the house, and his palms were still warm, and the warmth wrapped around Shu Changyu's fingers.

This action is intimate but not obscene. The young man's eyes are focused and his face is full of cherishment.

Shu Changyu's mouth curled up slightly, a faint smile emerged, he held the young man's hand tightly with his backhand: "Stop rubbing."

Song Yan raised her eyelids and saw snowflakes flying and falling on Shu Changyu's jet-black hair.

He suddenly smiled and reached out his hand to brush away the snowflakes in his hair.

"Brother, who is here?" Song Zhengdu called out from inside the house.

"It's Shu Changyu!" At this time, Song Yan's voice was filled with joy.

"Come into the house first." He pulled Shu Changyu into the house, then let go of his hand and locked the door to block out the biting cold wind outside.

Shu Changyu looked up at the front yard. It was the coldest time of winter, and the yard was bare. A thin layer of snow fell on the gray-white walls.

When they entered the main room, a black shadow floated down from the eaves to the top of the wall, jumped a few times, and then jumped down from the door.

An Qi bent down to pick up the cloak on the snow, and then took the reins of the black horse.

"Let's go, let's take you to eat grass."

Suddenly, An Qi turned around like a vigilant cheetah, and saw a figure appear silently on the snow.

The alertness in his eyes faded, and he asked in surprise: "An Wu, why are you back too?"

"An Qi." An Wu did not answer him, but handed over a long wooden box, "Send it in to the master."

"Okay." An Qi took the wooden box and threw the reins to him. "Take the horse over there and take a rest. The master shouldn't come out so soon."

An Wu nodded slightly.

"By the way, please help me feed those cows, sheep, geese and donkeys." An Qi jumped onto the wall and blinked cunningly, "Thank you."

An Wu's expression suddenly turned grim.

Inside the house separated by a wall, the light was dim in the evening. An oil lamp was lit in the main room, and a brazier was burning in the middle. The charcoal fire emitted a warm red light, dispelling the coldness all around.

"Fourth Brother Shu," Song Wanzhou asked him curiously, "I heard from my eldest brother that you went out of town. Where did you go?"

Shu Changyu said simply: "Yuzhou."

"Where is Yuzhou? Is it far away?" Song Wanzhou asked.

Song Zhengdu was slightly surprised when he heard this: "It is said that Yuzhou is at the southern end of Dajin. It takes at least half a month to get there by boat from Songzhou."

"We still have to take a boat?" Song Wanzhou couldn't help but open her mouth wide. She hadn't even been to the town many times, let alone taking a boat to a distant and unfamiliar place. The mere thought of it made her feel scared.

She held her chin with both hands and looked at Shu Changyu, her eyes full of disbelief and shining.

Sister Shu is so amazing, she can actually go to such a far place.

Suddenly, she felt a surge of courage in her heart, and suddenly felt that Yuzhou was not so scary. Then a trace of yearning appeared on her face: "In the future, I also want to take a boat and go to a farther place."

"Okay." Song Yan walked in with a bowl of hot dumplings, heard Song Wanzhou's bold words, and responded.

He also said seriously: "Girls should go out more often and see the world."

This way you won't be easily fooled by a nasty man with just a few words.

Song Zhengdu reluctantly reminded: "It's not safe for a woman to go out alone after all."

Song Yan thought about it and felt that what Song Zhengdu said made sense.

In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient, the world was complicated, bandits and pirates were rampant, and it was indeed easy for a little girl to encounter unexpected events when traveling alone.

As for Shu Changyu, he is very skilled in martial arts, so Song Yan is not too worried about him.

Song Wanzhou looked frustrated and muttered softly: "But..." Sister Shu is also a girl...

Before she finished speaking, Song Yan comforted her, "It's okay. I'll take you out for a walk in the future."

"Is it really possible?" Song Wanzhou asked in surprise.

Song Yan nodded affirmatively: "Of course, but not now, we have to wait until you grow up a little bit."

He was also thinking in his mind that he wanted to take this opportunity to go out for a walk. It was a rare trip to ancient times, and he couldn't just stay in Yunshan County.

"Wow!" Song Wanzhou cheered happily.

Song Yan handed the dumplings in her hand to Shu Changyu: "Eat them while they're hot."

Shu Changyu took the bowl, held the chopsticks, and started eating dumplings slowly.

The dumpling skin is rolled very thin, revealing the color of the meat filling, which is crystal clear. It is filled with rich meat filling and crisp cabbage. The skin is thin and the filling is tender. When you take a bite, the delicious juice overflows in your mouth.

As the last bite of dumpling slid into my throat, my originally empty stomach seemed to find comfort in this warm taste and became satisfied and comfortable.

Shu Changyu picked up the teacup and took a sip. His slightly drooped eyebrows revealed a hint of laziness and sleepiness after eating and drinking.

"Knock knock—" There was a knock on the half-closed door.

Song Yan suddenly felt strange and asked in confusion, "Who is it?"

Then, An Qi pushed open the door and came in, respectfully handing over a wooden box: "Master."

It turned out to be An Qi.

Shu Changyu reached out and took the wooden box, saying nonchalantly, "Go down."

"Yes." An Qi picked up the bowl he had eaten from and quickly ran out the door.

Song Zhengdu felt something strange when he saw An Qi being so respectful in front of Shu Changyu.

Although he knew that An Qi was a servant of Shu Changyu's family, his attitude was too respectful.

Song Wanzhou exclaimed "Wow" in his heart and looked at Shu Changyu with even more admiration.

At this time Shu Changyu asked him: "Which room is yours?"

Song Yan pointed to the right wing, the room on the outside: "Are you tired? Then go in and have a rest."

"Come in with me." Shu Changyu took his wrist and led him through the flower hall and into Song Yan's room.

"Hey Shu Changyu!" Song Yan didn't even dare to look back to see the expressions of the twins.

As the night deepened, the light in the house became dimmer and the vision became blurred, as if shrouded in a veil.

Just as Song Yan was about to reach out to touch the fire lighter, she suddenly felt her hand being held tightly and her chin being gently pinched.

He seemed to be able to anticipate Shu Changyu's next move. He swallowed nervously and his heartbeat quickened.

Then he raised his head slightly and looked at the face close to him through the dim light.

Although she couldn't clearly make out Shu Changyu's expression, Song Yan could feel the joy in his eyes and brows.

In this dim light, Song Yan somehow found the courage. He stretched out his other hand, put his arm around Shu Changyu's waist, pressed tightly against his neck, and whispered, "Shu Changyu, I miss you."