Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"The mushroom chicken soup will take a while to be ready," said Song Yan.

"Okay." Erya reluctantly moved her eyes away, and then saw the dough on the chopping board, "Brother, shall we have noodles for lunch today?"

"Instead of noodles, we'll eat shepherd's purse dumplings." Song Yan said, "I dug up a lot of shepherd's purse this morning."

Erya didn't even think about it and blurted out, "Didn't we say we're going to have fried rice with lard today?"

After she said this, her face wrinkled in annoyance. Oops, she let the cat out of the bag.

Song Yan knocked on the bowl and motioned for her to look: "Didn't you steal all the lard residue?"

"No, there's still half a bowl left!" Erya retorted loudly.

"I'll deal with you later." Song Yan said, and picked up the rolling pin.

When Erya saw him picking up the rolling pin, she was so scared that she ran away: "Brother, I know I was wrong. I will never steal food again next time."

Song Yan laughed and shouted behind her: "Why are you running? I'm not going to beat you up."

Erlin pointed at the rolling pin in his hand: "Brother, you..."

"I'm rolling out the noodles, what are you thinking about in your little heads?" Song Yan was speechless, grabbed the dough and started kneading it.

Knead the dough into long strips and pinch out even and round pieces.

Then use a rolling pin to roll the dough into a thin skin.

Then I started to make the dumpling filling. I chopped the shepherd's purse and mixed it with lard.

Song Yan felt that something was missing, so he took out two or three eggs.

"Brother, where did you get the eggs?" Erlin couldn't help but ask.

Song Yan remained calm and said, "Oh, pheasant eggs picked up from the mountain."

Erlin: How come big brother can always pick up pheasant eggs every time he goes up the mountain?

Crack the eggs into a bowl, stir them quickly with chopsticks, and add some salt.

Song Yan opened the lid of the earthenware jar and saw that the chicken soup was almost ready, so she added some salt.

He picked up two rags, put the earthenware pot aside, put the iron pan on the stove, and prepared to fry the eggs.

Put oil at the bottom of the pot, slide the egg liquid into the pot, and beat it immediately after it is slightly shaped. Stir-fry it for a few more times, then take it out and mix it with shepherd's purse and lard residue, and the dumpling filling is ready.

"Erlin, come here too." Song Yan waved at Erlin, who was squatting in front of the stove and making fire, and asked him to come over.

Erlin was stunned: "Brother, I don't know how to wrap it."

"I'll teach you."

Song Yan said nonsense with a serious face: "How can a man not know how to make dumplings? Being able to go to school and being able to cook is the cultivation that a good man with both good character and integrity should possess."

Erlin: ...

If the old-fashioned teacher in the school heard these words, he would be so angry that he would faint.

But he had to obey his brother's orders.

Erlin had no choice but to wash his hands, and followed Song Yan's example, picking up the dumpling wrappers, putting the fillings into the dumplings, and pinching the edges carefully.

"Brother, why are the dumpling skins broken?" he said in panic.

Song Yan took a look and said: "You put too much stuffing."

"I'll teach you again." Song Yan said, teaching him how to make dumplings step by step.

"Put your thumb in the middle, fold it upwards and pinch it tightly. First pinch a pleat on one side, then pinch a pleat on the other side. You see, this way you can make a very beautiful dumpling."

Erlin raised his head and stared at Song Yan in a daze. The light outlined the side of his face, making him look a little gentle.

The eldest brother has really changed. In the past, he would just kick him away impatiently and scold him for being clumsy. He would never patiently teach him how to make dumplings like he does now.

Erlin recalled the morning when his elder brother put his arm around his shoulders and loudly defended him in front of all the aunts.

"Have you learned it?" Song Yan turned his head and found Erlin staring at him in a daze.

He waved his hand: "Come back to your senses, what are you thinking about."

"Brother, you..." Erlin just said a few words, then closed his mouth and looked at Song Yan with a pair of puppy eyes.

Song Yan couldn't stand it any longer, so she bent her index finger and tapped his forehead: "Just say whatever you want to say, little man, don't be so shy when you speak or act."

Erlin was silent for a long time before he finally said, "Brother, I lied to you. Actually, the bag of wheat was given to us by the villagers. You don't have to pay it back."

Song Yan was very calm: "I know that."

He thought Erlin was going to say something, hesitating for a long time, but this is the result?

Erlin was surprised. He asked awkwardly, "Brother, when did you know?"

"Stop talking nonsense and concentrate on making dumplings."

Erlin hesitated and said, "Then, big brother, should we return the money to them?"

"Why not?" Song Yan said, "At that time, everyone felt sorry for us and gathered food for us."

"But if one day they found out that our life wasn't as bad as they thought, do you think they would have any grudges in their hearts?" Song Yan said lightly.

Erlin's face was thoughtful: "Brother, I understand."

"In the future, our family will become better and better. We will be able to buy a few acres of good land, live in a big house, eat meat every meal, and wear silk and satin."

Song Yan lowered her eyes and continued making dumplings. Her voice was very soft, but it landed heavily on Erlin's heart: "When the time comes, there will be more people gossiping about you, just like today."

"You have to learn to distinguish right from wrong for yourself. Seeing is believing, hearing is not."

"I'm sorry, brother. I won't doubt you again." Erlin said guiltily.

"That's not what I meant." Song Yan sighed and said, "Forget it, you are still young. You will understand when you grow up."

Erlin nodded confusedly.

"But each family only contributed one and a half catties of wheat, and it's hard to give them silver."

Song Yan thought about it for a while and said, "Let's send some food back to each family later, as a way of repaying their kindness."

From now on, they can no longer rely on this favor to say irresponsible things in Erlin.

Song Yan lowered his head, and quickly wrapped the last dumpling with his fingers. He patted the flour on his hands and said, "Go boil some water and cook the dumplings."

Put the dumplings in when the water boils and cook for a few minutes until all the dumplings float up, which means they are cooked.

"Erya, come and eat dumplings." Er Linchong shouted from the next room.

"Coming, coming, wait for me." Arya responded quickly. Not long after, the sound of "dong dong dong" footsteps was heard.

Erya entered the kitchen, looked at Song Yan, and called out obediently, "Big Brother."

"Come and eat dumplings." said Song Yan.

Erya slowly came over and asked in a low voice: "Brother, you won't hit me, will you?"

"Why would I hit you?" Song Yan looked puzzled.

Erya was relieved. She held the bowl to Song Yan and said, "Brother, I want to eat 20 dumplings."

Song Yan filled her bowl with dumplings: "20 dumplings, can you finish them?"

"I can finish it." Erya picked up a dumpling and put it in her mouth. She took a bite and the soup immediately overflowed.

Shepherd's purse and lard are a perfect match. The freshness of wild vegetables and the crispness of lard are perfectly combined together. Add the fragrance of eggs and it tastes refreshing and delicious, making you unable to stop.

Mmmmm, it’s delicious.

Erya ate one dumpling at a time and she ate more than ten before stopping.

"Brother, I want to eat dumplings tonight, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow..."

Song Yan felt a headache after hearing this: "Stop, stop, stop now."

"Don't you get tired of eating dumplings every day? And I didn't buy that much white flour, so you can't eat them even if you want to."

"Okay." Arya sighed regretfully.

Song Yan wanted to laugh when she saw this. Does this little glutton like eating dumplings so much?

Even Erlin ate without even raising his head.

After eating a bowl of dumplings, Song Yan felt a little full. He scooped half a bowl of soup and took a sip. The chicken soup with morels was very delicious.

When Erya ate the last few dumplings, she couldn't eat anymore. She forced herself to finish the bowl of dumplings. Her stomach was already bloated, but she still had chicken soup to drink.

She looked at Song Yan holding the bowl and drinking the soup slowly, looking very enjoyable, so she said, "I want to drink some soup too."

Song Yan took her bowl away: "You can't eat anymore, why do you want to drink? Drink the soup later, it won't cost you anything."

Erya still said stubbornly: "I can still eat more."