Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

I slept until dark.

The candlesticks on the table were burning, casting a hazy warm yellow light into the room.

When Song Yan woke up, she suddenly felt as if she didn't know what day it was.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes and adjust to the dim light.

He was the only one left in the room at this moment, and he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat in the silence.

He looked at the gorgeous decoration in the room and slowly frowned. He remembered that he had fallen asleep in the front room. It was obvious that Shu Changyu had stolen him here while he was sleeping.

Song Yan rolled her eyes silently.

He lifted his legs, still feeling some soreness in his body, so he stood up and stretched his muscles.

When I opened the door, a cool night breeze blew in my face.

The days of rain finally stopped, and the moon quietly emerged from the clouds, casting a silvery light.

When Song Yan came out, she saw that the door of the study next door was half-open, with a faint candlelight coming from inside.

He walked forward and looked through the half-open door, and saw Shu Changyu sitting at the desk. Half of his face was illuminated by the candlelight, and his outline seemed even clearer and more distinct.

Song Yan stood at the door and watched quietly for a while.

"Yanyan, have you seen enough?" Shu Changyu suddenly put down his pen and looked up at him.

Song Yan pushed open the half-open door and walked in, slowly looking around the study room in front of her.

The walls of the study are all decorated with luxurious silk. The colors are colorful but not gaudy, instead revealing a low-key luxury.

There is a soft couch placed by the window, covered with thick cushions. It looks soft, making people want to lie down on it and feel it.

On the small table next to the couch was a set of tea sets. The teapot and teacups were both made of blue and white porcelain, and it was obvious at a glance that they were very expensive.

"You really know how to enjoy yourself." Song Yan said with a sigh.

Shu Changyu looked calm and composed: "Of course I can't treat myself badly, not to mention that this is where I will live permanently from now on."

As he spoke, his eyes swept across every corner of the study, and he added: "Life is short, so you should live comfortably and happily."

Song Yan had to admit that what Shu Changyu said made sense. He worked so hard to make money so that he could live a better life instead of having to work hard just for three meals a day.

He walked to the couch, sat down, leaned against it, felt the softness of the cushion, and gradually relaxed.

Shu Changyu raised his hand and clapped his hands. A black shadow fell from the eaves, knelt on one knee, and waited respectfully for Shu Changyu's instructions.

"Go and bring over the prepared food." Shu Changyu said.

An Shi took the order and disappeared into the night in a flash.

Song Yan was already used to someone popping up from the roof of her house from time to time, so she remained calm when she saw this.

Not long after, An Shi brought people to deliver the food.

They are all light dishes, just what Song Yan likes.

Seeing that the food was a bit too much, he asked Shu Changyu: "You didn't eat either?"

Shu Changyu said lazily: "Waiting for you."

"Let's eat together." Song Yan said.

Shu Changyu smiled slightly, walked to the couch and sat down.

The two sat opposite each other and had dinner quietly.

After dinner, Song Yan put down his bowl and chopsticks and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Your cooking skills are pretty good." Song Yan nodded and commented.

Shu Changyu also put down his chopsticks, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.

"They are all carefully selected, so their cooking skills will certainly not be bad."

Song Yan looked at the clepsydra on the table and it was already late.

He had just woken up, so he was naturally not sleepy at this moment, so he said, "I'm going out to digest my food, are you coming?"

Shu Changyu put down the teacup, stood up with a smile, and said, "Of course I will go."

They walked out of the study together and into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the stagnant water reflected the moon's shadow, like pieces of broken silver mirrors.

Song Yan looked up at the moonlight above his head and suddenly remembered something. Before he fell asleep last night, he vaguely heard Shu Changyu say "Happy birthday".

He turned his head suddenly and looked at Shu Changyu: "How do you know today is my birthday?"

Shu Changyu said: "You said it."

"Did I say that? Why don't I remember?" Song Yan scratched the back of his head.

"On the eighth day of March, you said it when you were drunk, and you also said that you would celebrate your birthday with me every year from now on." Shu Changyu smiled.

Song Yan was slightly stunned, with a hint of embarrassment on her face: "Did I...did I really say that?"

He vaguely remembered that he did mutter a lot that night, but he couldn't remember exactly what he said.

Shu Changyu nodded: "Of course I did. You were very drunk at the time, but you looked very cute."

"Get out!" Song Yan looked angry but felt warm in his heart. In this world, there was someone who truly remembered his birthday and his drunken nonsense, which made him feel a different kind of warmth.

The original owner's birthday was March 15th, but his real birthday is March 18th.

After walking around the courtyard for a few times and returning to the study, Song Yan walked over to the soft couch again. It was really comfortable to lie on it.

At this time, Shu Changyu turned his head to look at him: "Come here."

"What are you doing?" Song Yan glanced at him, but still stood up and walked to Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu took out an exquisite brocade box from the drawer of the desk.

"Open it." Shu Changyu handed it to him.

"Is it for me?"

Song Yan opened the brocade box as instructed, and a map appeared before him.

The map seemed to be made of high-quality silk, which was smooth and cool to the touch.

The lines above are outlined extremely delicately, the mountains and rivers are majestic, the rivers meander like floating silver ribbons, and the towns and villages are dotted like stars in between.

Different regions are marked with different colors for clear and concise description.

Song Yan looked at the map in surprise, then looked at Shu Changyu: "This is..."

"This is my birthday gift to you." Shu Changyu still spoke in a slow tone.

"No." Even if Song Yan had not studied much history, he knew that maps were military secrets and ordinary people could not possess them at will. Where did Shu Changyu get them?

He quickly closed the brocade box and said, "This is something that will cost you your life. Take it back immediately."

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows and said unconcernedly: "Just keep it with confidence. No one dares to touch you when I'm here."

Song Yan was half-believing and half-doubting: "Where did you get it?"

"It was smashed with money." Shu Changyu said lightly.

Song Yan didn't believe it: "You are kidding me."

He remembered that maps in ancient times were either in the imperial palace or in important military towns and were managed by generals. How could they be easily bought with money?

Tsk, Yanyan is not easy to fool.

Shu Changyu said succinctly: "I got it from a friend."

Song Yan: Wow, you can even get a map.

This is not a birthday surprise, it's clearly a shock.