Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

When Song Yan entered the house, she saw Yaya sitting on a small stool, looking down and concentrating on fiddling with her small wooden sword.

He first rubbed his hands to dispel the coldness in his body, then bent down and picked up the little guy.

"Yaya, brother is back."

He hasn't been home for the past few days and the little girl started to throw a tantrum. She didn't even call him "brother" and pouted her little mouth as if she was about to cry.

Song Yan suddenly softened her heart and coaxed her: "Yaya, it's your brother's fault, please don't be angry, okay?"

Yaya raised her head and looked at Song Yan with misty eyes like black grapes. Her little mouth was slightly pursed, and she looked aggrieved.

Song Yan gently stroked her hair and said softly, "Brother has been busy these days and has not been able to come back to accompany you. It's my fault. But look, isn't brother back now?"

Yaya finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

Song Yan raised his hand to wipe her tears distressedly and comforted her softly: "Don't cry, Yaya is the best. Brother will try to stay at home with you in the future, okay?"

Yaya sobbed, her little hands tightly grasping the corner of Song Yan's clothes, as if she was afraid that he would leave again.

In fact, Song Yan could feel that Yaya was extremely insecure. It might be because she lost her parents when she was born, so she was particularly clingy.

When Song Zhengdu was studying in a private school, the little guy couldn't see him and cried for a long time.

Although Song Yan is the eldest brother in terms of blood relationship, in reality he is no different from the father.

Song Yan continued to coax her: "Brother brought you a gift, do you want to see it?"

Yaya seemed to understand, her tears slowly stopped, and she looked at Song Yan curiously.

Song Yan took out a palm-sized bow from his arms and handed it to Yaya: "This is something I picked especially for you. Do you like it, Yaya?"

"Da, Da brother." Yaya called softly, with a hint of childishness in her voice and her little face full of dependence and joy.

"Hey!" Song Yan responded, gave the small bow to Yaya, and played with her for half a day.

By the evening, Song Yan took out two pounds of pork belly, chopped it into stuffing, kneaded the dough, rolled out the dough, and made dumplings.

After wrapping the dumplings, Song Yan poured them into the pot and cooked them.

The dumplings rolled in the pot, making gurgling sounds, and soon the house was filled with the aroma of meat and dumplings.

Song Yan skillfully used a colander to scoop out the dumplings, drained the water, and then put them on a plate.

"Erya, come and help serve the dumplings." Song Yan called.

"Here it comes!" Song Wanzhou's eyes lit up when he smelled the fragrance.

Brother Qi can't cook, so she has been eating at the Niu family these days. Although the food at the Niu family tastes good, it is not as warm and delicious as what her eldest brother cooks.

"Brother, it's great that you're back. I almost forgot the taste of dumplings at home." Song Wanzhou said, and couldn't help swallowing.

Song Yan turned around, smiled and patted Song Wanzhou on the head: "How can it be so exaggerated."

The dumplings are dipped in balsamic vinegar. The sour taste blends perfectly with the deliciousness of the dumplings, and it is so delicious that it makes people cry.

After eating dumplings, An Qi cleaned up the dishes, and Song Yan took out the rabbit lantern she bought in town and gave it to Song Wanzhou.

Song Wanzhou's face was full of surprise: "Brother, is this for me?"

"Yes, I brought it back specially for you." Song Yan smiled and nodded. Although it was not the one he saw in the county town, he had been searching for it in the town for a long time before he found it.

"Brother, this rabbit lantern is so beautiful, I love it!" Song Wanzhou said excitedly.

It happened that it was getting dark, and Song Wanzhou lit the candle in the lantern.

The firelight danced and reflected on Song Wanzhou's face, making her little face even more rosy.

She excitedly held the rabbit lantern and stood on tiptoe to hang it under the eaves, but found that she couldn't hang it up. She turned her head and said, "Brother, can you help me hang it on the door? I can't reach it."

"Let me do it." Song Yan took the lantern and hung it under the eaves.

The candlelight flickered in the lantern, making the rabbit's outline more vivid.

Although the Lantern Festival had passed for several days, at this moment, Song Wanzhou felt particularly satisfied.

"Brother, look, this rabbit seems to be dancing!" She pointed at the lantern, turned her head and said with a smile.

Song Yan looked at her smiling face and suddenly felt a little regretful for leaving her alone at home to celebrate the Lantern Festival.

"Next year," he promised, "next year I will definitely take you to the county town to see the lanterns."

Song Wanzhou blinked his eyes and asked, "Brother, are the lanterns in the county town beautiful?"

Song Yan was slightly stunned, and said slowly: "It looks good."

An Qi went out to get some water, when suddenly a figure flashed past him and hid in the livestock shed next door.

He put down the basin and walked lightly, like a cheetah at night, approaching silently.

Just at the corner, An Qi attacked suddenly, but he didn't expect that the other party was faster than him and clamped his wrist with his hand.

An Qi's other hand reacted quickly. His movements were as smooth as flowing water. With one move, he counter-grabbed and cleverly resolved the opponent's grip.

He turned his palm and flicked his fingertips lightly, hitting the inside of the other person's wrist, forcing him to let go.

The other party had no intention of continuing to pester him, so he took the opportunity of letting go to take two steps back and distance himself from An Qi.

"That's enough, Anqi." The other party said, "I didn't come here to fight you this time."

An Qi raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what are you doing here? Aren't you following the master?"

"Of course I am here to escort Young Master Song back." An Wu said expressionlessly.

An Qi didn't believe it: "Since it has been delivered, why are you still hiding here?"

Isn't it time to return to report to the master?

An Wu looked at him inexplicably and said, "The master asked you to go back."

An Qi was stunned. His master always acted as he pleased, so this sudden order caught him off guard.

He frowned and asked tentatively: "Didn't the master say why?"

An Wu shook his head, his tone still calm: "No, the master just asked me to tell you to go back."

"What about Mr. Song?" An Qi asked.

An Wu: "Sir, I'm here."

An Qi came forward and touched his arm with his elbow: "Then do you know why the master suddenly transferred me back?"

An Wu glanced at his hand, calmly moved his arm away, and replied calmly: "You will know soon."

"You are like a gourd with its mouth sawed off. Will you die if you say one more word?" An Qi rolled his eyes.

"gone."

After saying that, An Wu's figure walked away and gradually blended into the night, as if he had never appeared.