Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The weather is sunny today, and the warm sunshine shines through the thin clouds.

The street vendors shouted loudly: "Hot buns fresh from the oven, thin skin and big fillings!"

"Selling straw sandals!"

The old man selling candied haws held up a straw target filled with candied haws and shouted at the top of his voice: "Candied haws, sweet and crispy candied haws!"

Little Pomegranate lay on the windowsill, looking at the bustling street market below, then turned around and said to Song Yan with sparkling eyes: "Brother Song, let's go downstairs and take a walk."

Song Yan yawned: "The streets are crowded and noisy, it's not safe."

If this little ancestor gets bumped into or lost in the crowd, he will be the one who will be in trouble.

Little Pomegranate held up her little face and said, "It's so boring to stay in the inn."

Song Yan patted his hair and coaxed him perfunctorily: "Be good, little pomegranate. There are so many people coming and going outside. It would be bad if you get separated."

"Okay then." Little Pomegranate responded obediently and sat back in her chair, her pair of black eyes still staring at Song Yan, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly run away.

Song Yan coughed lightly and said, "Little Pomegranate, how about I tell you a story to cheer you up?"

Little Pomegranate's eyes lit up and she nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, Brother Song, please tell me quickly."

Song Yan cleared his throat and began to speak: "In a far, far place, there is a vast ocean. Under the sea lives a beautiful mermaid princess. They have no legs, only a long fish tail, so they are also called mermaids."

That’s right, Song Yan was telling the fairy tale of the mermaid.

Little Pomegranate tilted her head and asked innocently, "They have fish tails, but they are not fish. Can we eat them?"

Song Yan wiped the sweat off his forehead. Whose child is so cruel?

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Little pomegranate, you can't eat mermaid princesses. They have feelings and thoughts just like us."

Little Pomegranate blinked and said doubtfully: "But fish can be eaten."

Song Yan patiently explained: "Ordinary fish are food, but the mermaid princess has life and soul, just like you and me, and cannot be treated as food."

Little Pomegranate nodded as if she understood, and then asked, "So they can speak, too?"

"It can talk and sing." Song Yan was so angry that she laughed.

Why does this little brat have so many questions?

He hurriedly continued the story: "It is said that one day, the little mermaid floated to the surface of the sea and saw a big ship with a handsome prince on it..."

"…Finally, the little mermaid turned into foam and disappeared into the sea."

Little Pomegranate asked: "Is the little mermaid dead?"

Song Yan did not answer directly, but said ambiguously: "Maybe she returned to the sea."

Little Pomegranate looked puzzled and asked: "Why didn't the little mermaid kill the prince? Since the prince let her down, wouldn't it be better to kill him?"

Song Yan was slightly startled. Is this how children are taught in Prince Hui's Palace? Fighting and killing are the norm at every turn.

He quickly squatted down, looked into Little Pomegranate's eyes, and said, "Little Pomegranate, killing is extremely wrong and cruel. You can't choose such an extreme method just because someone let you down."

"The little mermaid didn't kill the prince because she had love and kindness in her heart, and she didn't want to let hatred blind her soul."

Little Pomegranate was still confused: "So she has suffered so much, is this the end of it?"

"It's not about letting it go, but choosing to face it with tolerance and understanding." Song Yan said seriously, "Although the little mermaid is in pain, her kindness will bring her inner peace. If she kills the prince, she will live in pain and sin forever."

"She's too stupid." Little Pomegranate frowned, "Brother Song, do you think she will regret it?"

Song Yan was in a trance for a moment, then slowly spoke: "I think she won't regret it. Once this kind of feeling takes root in the heart, it can't be taken back just like that..."

Seeing the confused look on Xiao Shiliu's face, Song Yan couldn't help but laugh. How can you expect a five or six-year-old kid to understand what love is?

So, Song Yan explained it in easy-to-understand words: "Just like you try hard to climb up the hill to get a beautiful flower, even if you fall a few times in the process, you will not regret climbing the hill, right?"

Little Pomegranate tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "But I was hurt when I fell."

"Stop!" Song Yan quickly stopped talking about this. Seeing that it was still early, he turned around and asked Brother Luo who was standing beside him, "Is there a chessboard here?"

Brother Luo immediately said, "Yes, please wait a moment." He then went out and went downstairs.

"Brother Song, do we want to play chess?" asked Little Pomegranate.

Song Yan said, "It's still early, just play something to kill time."

After a while, Brother Luo came back with the chessboard and chess pieces.

Song Yan set up the chessboard and said to Little Pomegranate, "Let's play Gobang."

Little Pomegranate looked confused: "What is Gobang?"

"Come, let me teach you." Song Yan rolled up his sleeves, grabbed a black chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.

"As for Gobang, whoever connects five pieces of the same color in a straight line first, whether horizontally, vertically or diagonally, wins. For example, like this."

As he spoke, Song Yan placed a few more chess pieces to demonstrate.

Little Pomegranate opened his eyes wide: "Ah, I can do it."

He also picked up a white chess piece and placed it on the board.

In the first three games, Song Yan won easily. Little Pomegranate frowned and began to think hard.

By the fourth game, Song Yan gradually found it difficult, but finally won with difficulty.

By the fifth game, Xiao Shiliu slowed down his chess moves and considered every move carefully. Song Yan did not dare to be careless either and stared at the chessboard closely.

"Brother Song, I think you are going to lose this round!" Little Pomegranate said with a smile.

Song Yan took a closer look and thought to himself that this was not good. He was actually forced into a corner by the little brat. He grabbed the black chess piece and put it down hesitantly.

At this moment, Little Pomegranate's eyes lit up, and he made a move, shouting excitedly: "Brother Song, I won!"

Song Yan waved her hand: "Come again, come again, I was careless just now."

Lost the sixth game.

A disastrous defeat in the seventh inning.

……

The two played more than ten games, and Song Yan was defeated miserably.

No, how come he can’t even beat a five or six year old kid?

"I don't want to play anymore, I don't want to play anymore!" Song Yan collapsed like a salted fish, it was so embarrassing.

It was getting dark outside. Song Yan sat up, stretched, and reminded, "It's the evening hour. Little Pomegranate, you should go back."

Little Pomegranate looked as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. It was already You Hour so soon. He said reluctantly, "Brother Song, I want to play for a while longer."

Song Yan patted his head and said, "Be good, your family will be worried if you go back too late, let's play another day."

"I..." Little Pomegranate wanted to explain something, but finally held back. He jumped off the chair and waved his little hand, "Goodbye, Brother Song."

"Guard Luo, let's go back." Little Pomegranate stretched out her hand to Brother Luo.

Brother Luo bent down, picked up the little pomegranate, nodded slightly to Song Yan, then turned and left.

Little Pomegranate lay on Brother Luo's shoulder, and did not forget to turn around and shout to Song Yan: "Brother Song, see you another day!"

The corner of Song Yan's mouth twitched. What he said about seeing you another day was just a polite remark, but he didn't expect that Xiao Shiliu actually took it seriously.

However, he doesn't come to the county town very often, so I may not have the chance to see him next time.

Watching them walking away, Song Yan felt a little reluctant.

He turned around and went back into the house. Looking at the chessboard that had not been cleared away yet, he couldn't help but think of the serious and cute look of Little Pomegranate when he was playing chess. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

It really looks like Shu Changyu.

I wonder if Shu Changyu was this cute when she was a child.

Ugh, why am I thinking of that guy again?

Song Yan returned the chessboard to the shop owner and left the inn. As he walked through an alley, someone covered his mouth and nose and a pungent smell rushed into his nose.

Song Yan’s eyes went dark in an instant and she lost consciousness.