Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Shu Changyu lowered his eyebrows, but his beautiful features could still be seen, lazy and casual. A cinnabar mole on his forehead gave him an air of inviolability.

Hearing this, he turned his head and saw only a round head entering the restaurant.

"What little fool?" the boy opposite asked curiously.

"That day Changyu and I went to the county town..." Shu Changsheng had just opened his mouth when he saw a cup of tea in front of him.

He looked up and saw Shu Changyu saying slowly, "Have some tea."

Shu Changsheng understood immediately that this meant he should shut up.

The young man listened to the beginning and didn't say anything else. He said unsatisfiedly, "Brother Changsheng, why don't you continue?"

"Ahem." Shu Changsheng pretended to cough twice, "There's nothing much to say."

He changed the subject without leaving a trace: "But I was in the county town that day, and I bought something new."

The boy's attention was indeed diverted: "What a new thing."

At this time, a young man's clear and bright voice was heard outside: "Give me a few of your restaurant's signature dishes, and three bowls of white rice."

"Okay, sir, please come in and take a seat," the waiter said politely.

Shu Changyu picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

The young man picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a piece of spring bamboo shoots, and put it into the bowl in front of him: "Chang Yu, I remember you like eating bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots made in this restaurant are delicious. Come and try them."

Shu Changyu put down his teacup, without even looking at the bamboo shoot, and said with a half-smile, "You're wrong. I don't like bamboo shoots."

The young man's face turned pale and he was speechless.

Shu Changsheng grew up with him since childhood, and he knows him about 70% to 80%, if not 100%.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Shu Changsheng could guess whether he was in a good mood or not.

It was obvious that Changyu was getting impatient again.

Shu Changsheng said quickly: "Master Huang, our Changyu has been hurt by eating bamboo shoots recently, and now he doesn't like to eat them very much."

Young Master Huang forced a smile and said, "Is that so? I was wrong. Come to my house another day and I'll treat you to roast lamb. You seemed to like it very much the last time you came."

This Young Master Huang is none other than Huang Feiyun, the young master of Mr. Huang’s family.

Shu Changsheng smiled and said, "I will come back next time when I am free. Master Huang knows that we are all farmers. We are busy in the fields right now, and we don't know when we will be free."

Hearing this, Huang Feiyun immediately became unhappy. If it were any other girl, he would have lost his patience long ago.

But this is Shu Changyu. He is like the pure and flawless moon in the sky, making people yearn for him, yet out of reach.

Huang Feiyun still remembers the day he first met him.

He was invited by his classmates to relax in Xiaoli Village. When he passed by the river, he saw a woman in white.

He was standing by the river and turned to smile at him.

When his eyes smiled, they were like a curved string, with pupils filled with floating gold.

A ray of spring light fell on his face, outlining his stunning features.

For a moment, Huang Feiyun thought he saw a goddess descending to earth and could not help but stare at her in a trance.

He was in a trance, as if lying among the clouds, floating around, and then he stepped into a ditch in the field. Fortunately, he was pulled out by Shu Changsheng who was passing by.

Huang Feiyun shamelessly followed them to the Shu family.

Looking at the simple house, he was deeply surprised that this remote mountain village could produce such a beautiful woman.

After he returned home, he immediately asked his father to go to the Shu family to propose marriage.

Unfortunately, his father refused, saying that a poor peasant girl was not worthy of him.

If he likes her, he can take her as his concubine.

Huang Feiyun didn't even dare to think about taking the unattainable goddess as his concubine.

I can only continue to get along with him as a friend, hoping that one day I can impress his father and allow him to propose to the Shu family.

If Song Yan knew about this, she would probably say that although she doesn’t look good, she has beautiful thoughts.

The only man worthy of the heroine is the hero, but he won’t appear so soon.

Song Yan, who was sitting next door, obviously didn't know that the heroine was just separated from him by a wall.

At this moment, he was enjoying his meal. The dishes in this restaurant were all to his taste.

Cool cabbage is sour and salty and delicious, especially appetizing.

The braised carp is tender and has no fishy smell.

But his favorite is still the beggar's chicken.

The beggar's chicken stewed in a pile of firewood is bright red in color, fragrant, and tender and crispy when eaten.

The crispy and tender texture whetted his appetite.

Song Yan only ate two chicken wings and a chicken breast. She would pack up the remaining half and give it back to the twins.

Halfway through the meal, the waiter came in with a light. Song Yan looked out the window and saw that night had fallen.

On the opposite side of the river, the lights in the magnificent building were turned on, and the candlelight was reflected in the sparkling river, like a falling Milky Way.

Song Yan asked casually: "What is that place?"

"Sir, don't you know?" The shop assistant was surprised at first, then gave him an ambiguous smile and said, "That's Hongqilou."

Song Yan didn't react for a moment: "Oh, Hongqi Tower."

He could only think of a line of poetry: "Green waters, clear moonlight, red silk woven into a splendid building."

After a moment, he realized something was wrong and his face turned red.

Damn, isn't that a brothel?!

"Sir, if you need anything, you can go over after dinner. I heard that the girls there are all beautiful. It's a pity that I don't have the luck to see their faces." The shop assistant said with regret.

"No, no." Song Yan waved her hands repeatedly, "I'm not interested in the girl inside."

The shop assistant gave him a look that said "I understand". If he wasn't pretending, then it was probably because his wife was watching him closely and he didn't dare to go.

He has seen many hypocritical men.

Song Yan was very puzzled: "No, I really didn't want to go."

The shop assistant smiled but said nothing, turned on the light, and was about to leave.

When he reached the door, he turned around and said loudly, "If you go to Hongqi Tower tonight, I heard that you may have the honor of meeting Miss Yunmeng, the oiran."

"If you miss tonight, you don't know when the next time will be."

Song Yan wanted to roll his eyes after hearing this. Doesn't this shop assistant understand what he's saying? He's already told him several times that he doesn't want to go, but he just keeps talking to himself.

However, he did not expect that the waiter's voice could be heard word by word in the private room next door.

"Hongqi Tower?" Shu Changyu tilted his head. In the dim light, his facial features looked a little blurry and his eyebrows and eyes were faint.

"Miss Yunmeng?"

The shop assistant came out from next door and came into their private room to light the lamp.

Hearing Shu Changyu's slightly cold voice, he hurriedly said, "Oh girl, that Hongqi Tower is not a decent place."

As the shop assistant spoke, he walked into the private room holding a candlestick, and the dim room suddenly became bright.

In the dim candlelight, Shu Changyu's cold face softened, no longer the unattainable look he usually seemed.

The shop assistant was so excited by what she saw that it was no wonder people often say, "A beauty seen under a lamplight is still three points more beautiful."

When he saw her in the daytime, she was already so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off her, and the beauty under the candlelight was even more breathtakingly beautiful.

I'm afraid that the girl Yunmeng opposite is not even half as good as the girl in front of me.

Huang Feiyun said angrily: "Why are you talking about such a filthy place? It's simply polluting the girl's ears."

The shop assistant apologized repeatedly: "I was just a nagging person. The customer next door just asked about it, so I said a few more words."

Shu Changyu chuckled with an ambiguous tone: "Really?"