Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

March is almost halfway through and the weather is getting warmer, except for the mornings and evenings when it is still a bit cold, so you need to wear an extra layer of clothing.

At dawn, Song Yan, wearing her coat, walked to the front yard in a daze, grabbed her toothbrush and toothpowder and prepared to wash up.

He walked to the water tank, raised his hand and put down the bamboo pipe. In an instant, mountain spring water flowed out of the bamboo pipe, clear and transparent.

The water meandered along the bamboo tube and eventually flowed into the large water tank in the yard. The water in the water tank gradually filled up, creating ripples.

Song Yan stood up, picked up the ladle and scooped up some water, then soaked the toothbrush in it, dipped it in tooth powder, and slowly brushed her teeth.

The cool mountain spring water flowing in his mouth gradually made him more conscious.

While brushing his teeth, he looked at the gradually brightening sky and thought about his plans for the day.

They also have to lay stone bricks in the backyard today. Anqi will bring people to help, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

As for the fields, Brother Shitou is also watching over them, so he only needs to prepare two meals.

After cleaning her teeth, Song Yan scooped up some water and gently splashed it on her face. A cool feeling instantly spread throughout her body, and she became awake.

He shook off the water droplets on his hands, straightened his coat, rolled up his sleeves, went into the kitchen and started making breakfast.

The kitchen was filled with a faint smell of smoke, and the firewood was burning brightly, making crackling sounds.

Song Yan cut the vegetables skillfully, her movements were neat and quick, and soon, a fragrant aroma wafted out of the pot.

Song Wanzhou also woke up immediately and carried the still confused Yaya over.

Yaya twisted a few times in Song Wanzhou's arms, rubbed her little head against her chest, her eyes half open and half closed, looking very cute.

"Why hasn't the little girl woken up yet?" Song Yan walked over with amusement and reached out to pinch Yaya's little face.

Yaya just hummed twice and buried her little head in Song Wanzhou's arms again.

Song Yan said, "Little lazy bug, wake up, there is something delicious to eat."

Yaya seemed to hear the word "delicious", her eyes opened slightly and her little mouth moved.

"This little girl is still a greedy cat." Song Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Song Wanzhou put Yaya on the chair and put a small bib on her.

Yaya picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it into her mouth.

The porridge was at just the right temperature and Yaya ate it with gusto.

After breakfast, Song Yan picked up a hoe, went to the front yard, dug out a neat piece of land, and then scattered flower seeds.

Time passed quietly in the busyness, and it was afternoon in a blink of an eye.

Just as Song Yan was soaking rice seeds in the yard, she heard a knock on the door. The door to the yard was not closed, but just ajar.

Song Yan said without even looking up: "Come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was gently pushed open, and Shu's mother and Mrs. Wu walked in with smiles on their faces.

"Xiao Song, we are here." Shu's mother spoke softly, while Mrs. Wu was holding a food box in her hand.

"Aunt, sister-in-law, please come in and sit down." Song Yan quickly stood up, wiped the water stains on her hands with her sleeves, and invited the two to go into the main room and sit down.

Then, he quickly poured two cups of hot tea: "Aunt, sister-in-law, have some tea."

Song Yan wanted to prepare some snacks and fruits, but just as she stood up, she was stopped by Shu's mother.

Mother Shu smiled and said, "We are all family, no need to be so polite. Come on, sit down and let's talk."

Song Yan smiled a little embarrassedly and sat down obediently.

At this time, Mrs. Wu smiled and opened the food box in her hand and said, "Xiao Song, this is the peach blossom cake I just made, you try it."

Song Yan looked at the food box and saw a plate of pink pastries neatly arranged inside, as beautiful as peach blossoms blooming in spring.

He didn't hesitate to pick up a piece of cake and put it in his mouth. The cake melted in his mouth, soft, glutinous and sweet, and the fragrance of peach blossoms spread between his lips and teeth.

"Well, it's really delicious. Thank you for the trouble, sister-in-law."

A few people drank tea, ate cakes and chatted leisurely for a while. Then Shu's mother got back to the point and talked about business.

"Xiao Song, we are here today mainly for your marriage with Chang Yu."

"You two have very compatible horoscopes. The master has calculated three dates, the earliest of which is set on the eighth day of the fifth lunar month. That is a very auspicious day. What do you think?"

May 8th, now it’s March 14th, so there are less than two months to prepare.

Song Yan asked: "Isn't May 8th too late?"

Mother Shu said, "It's indeed a bit rushed. We still have enough time to prepare now. We won't rush you too much."

Song Yan coughed twice to cover up and said, "Since the eighth day of May is a good day, let's set it on this day."

Hearing this, the smile on Shu's mother's face became even more intense.

Mrs. Wu was also overjoyed: "Okay, okay, then it's settled. Leave the wedding clothes to us, and you and Changyu can just wait for the wedding peacefully."

The three of them chatted for a while, and seeing that it was getting late, Shu's mother and Mrs. Wu got up and said goodbye.

Song Yan walked them to the door, and at this time, Song Wanzhou came back from the other end.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Song Wanzhou asked curiously.

Song Yan retracted her gaze, looked at Song Wanzhou, and said, "I just sent Aunt Shu and the others back."

"Is it my aunt who is here?" Song Wanzhou's eyes lit up.

"Well, I came here with Mrs. Wu to discuss my marriage with Shu Changyu. The date is set for the eighth day of May." Song Yan said.

"Wow! Sister Shu is going to marry us!" Song Wanzhou said excitedly.

Seeing Song Wanzhou's excitement, Song Yan opened her mouth but hesitated to speak, feeling extremely conflicted.

He hadn't told Song Wanzhou yet that her "Sister Shu" was a man, fearing that she would have trouble accepting it for the time being.

After all, Song Wanzhou has always liked Shu Changyu and regarded her as an object of admiration.

If the little girl knew that Shu Changyu was a man, her beautiful fantasy would probably be shattered in an instant.