Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

On the eighth day of March, the crescent moon hangs high in the night sky like a silver hook, casting a faint and clear light.

In the courtyard, the breeze blows gently and the shadows of the trees sway gracefully.

After dinner, Song Yan lingered outside and refused to come into the house.

He planned to return to the village tomorrow morning. He must not let Shu Changyu do whatever he wanted tonight. If he continued to act like he had been doing in the past few days, he would not be able to get up tomorrow again.

It’s a nice night tonight, so let’s stay outside for a while.

You can have a drink and chat or something.

Thinking of this, Song Yan took out the set of glacier-patterned glass pots from the space kitchen, filled half a pot with wine, and placed it on the stone table in the yard.

Then he took out another glacier cup and placed it on the table.

"Shu Changyu, take out the glass cup inside!" Song Yan shouted into the house.

As soon as he finished speaking, a slender figure walked out of the door, dressed in white clothes as white as snow.

He had just finished washing up, with his jet-black, half-dry hair draped over his shoulders, and a few strands of hair on his temples fluttering slightly in the wind.

In the moonlight, her face looked like a carved jade, cold yet warm.

Song Yan's eyes were fixed on Shu Changyu, and her heartbeat quickened.

He had never felt so clearly that the presence of a person could make the quiet night sparkle.

At this time, Shu Changyu had already walked up to him leisurely and handed him the glass cup in his hand.

"What are you thinking about?" Shu Changyu looked at him leisurely.

Song Yan came to his senses and reached out to take it.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, a pair of fingertips with thin calluses brushed across his palm like a feather. A strange tingling sensation instantly spread from his palm to his whole body.

His hand trembled subconsciously, and his eyes then fell on his left hand. His fingers were white and slender, with distinct joints, as if they were carved from white jade.

Somehow he thought of last night, when Shu Changyu strangled him with this hand and forced him to call him "husband" over and over again until his voice became hoarse.

Song Yan felt embarrassed and angry. He gritted his teeth and gave Shu Changyu a glare.

Shu Changyu chuckled briefly, picked up the jug of wine on the table with his other hand, and slowly poured it into the glass.

"I'll make amends to you."

Song Yan snorted softly from her nose and sat down.

He raised the glass and took a sip of the wine. The mellow taste spread on the tip of his tongue. He pursed his lips, savoring the slight astringency and the sweetness that followed.

Afterwards, Shu Changyu also poured himself a glass of wine.

"This wine has a unique flavor." Shu Changyu picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Drinking alone is too boring.

Song Yan remembered that he still had two packs of snacks left to eat, so in front of Shu Changyu, he took out a pack of chicken feet and spiced beef cubes from the kitchen in the space.

"Try our snacks." Song Yan happily opened the package.

Shu Changyu looked at the plastic wrapping paper in his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly: "This material is very novel, I have never seen it before."

Song Yan said, "This is used to package snacks and is very common where we are. Don't worry about it, just try it." He handed over a chicken foot.

Shu Changyu lowered his eyes and looked at the pickled chicken feet. The sour and spicy smell hit his nose, and he frowned and avoided it.

"No."

Seeing his disgusted look, Song Yan rolled her eyes and deliberately waved the chicken feet in front of Shu Changyu.

"You'd be missing out if you don't try it. Chicken feet are a delicacy in our area. They taste sour, spicy and delicious, and are very satisfying."

Shu Changyu turned his head away, unmoved.

Song Yan had no choice but to eat the chicken feet herself, enjoying it very much.

Then push another bag of spiced beef cubes on the table over.

"Eat this beef cube."

Shu Changyu raised his eyes slightly and looked at the bag of beef cubes.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and picked up one, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. The aroma of beef spread in his mouth, and his expression relaxed slightly.

"This tastes pretty good." Shu Changyu said.

Song Yan smiled proudly: "I told you, there will always be something you can accept."

They ate modern snacks and drank wine from glacier glasses. Song Yan had a vague illusion that she was still living in modern times.

It would be a lie to say that he had no regrets. Although he had no relatives in that world, he still had many friends and those lovely fans.

Song Yan would occasionally think of them, and wondered how they would react when they learned of his death.

The comment section of his last video must have been filled with tears from his fans.

Song Yan was a little sad and a little funny.

Seeing his dazed look, Shu Changyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gloomy look flashed across his eyes.

"What is Yanyan thinking about?" Shu Changyu asked in a clear and light voice.

Song Yan withdrew his gaze from the void and set it on Shu Changyu in front of him.

He picked up the glacier glass, and the wine swayed in the glass, causing slight ripples.

"I thought of the people and things in the past, and I felt a little emotional."

Shu Changyu seemed to say casually: "Yanyan, can you tell me how you lived in the past?"

Before, I only heard Song Yan briefly talk about his grandfather, but I had no idea how he lived.

Song Yan looked at the Glacier Cup in her hand, her thoughts drifting away. "Before, my world was very different from here. There were tall buildings and busy traffic. People were busy shuttling around in the city, running for a living."

"As for me, I like to make food videos in my spare time and share them with my fans. Every time I see their comments and likes, I feel very satisfied."

Shu Changyu listened quietly, occasionally interjecting: "Food video? What is that?"

Song Yan smiled and explained, "I use a camera to record the process of cooking and then upload it online so that many people can see it. I cook a variety of foods, sometimes traditional dishes and sometimes novel snacks."

"In that world, everyone would be happy because of a delicious dish and would give me a lot of encouragement and praise. Thinking about it now, I miss it quite a bit." He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a faint smile on his face.

"Yanyan likes that world very much?" Shu Changyu's eyes were as dark as ink.

"It's not that I particularly like it, it's just that there is a life and people that I am familiar with." The alcohol gradually rose to his heart, and Song Yan's voice became more and more confused, "But there are also places here that make me miss it."

"Is there anything else that makes you nostalgic?" Shu Changyu asked.

Song Yan tilted her head and looked at him with a dazed look.

"And you."

After saying that, he suddenly laughed. That smile was like a flower blooming in the night, pure and beautiful.

Shu Changyu's eyes softened instantly, and he reached out and stroked Song Yan's cheek.

Song Yan rubbed his palm unconsciously, like a docile kitten.

Shu Changyu's eyes grew darker.

A drunk Yanyan is easier to bully.

Shu Changyu leaned over and picked up Song Yan. Song Yan was slightly startled and subconsciously hugged Shu Changyu's neck.

"What are you doing?" His voice was a little drunk and confused.

Shu Changyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said meaningfully: "It's late at night, it's time to go back to the house and rest."