Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan didn't know yet that she was being framed for no reason again.

After he filled his stomach, he put the unfinished food into a wooden food box.

He took the food box out from the space kitchen.

As a food blogger, how could he not prepare food boxes? There are more than a dozen food boxes of different sizes piled up in his kitchen.

These were all prepared for picnics.

In ancient times, the only wooden food box available was this one.

Since the dishes in the store could not be taken away, Song Yan took out a set of ceramic bowls from the space and put the food on them.

When he walked out of the restaurant, it was getting dark. Song Yan did not waste any more time and spent thirty cents to rent two horse carriages to take him back to the village.

Not long after he left the restaurant, the door of the private room next door was opened from the inside.

Shu Changyu, who has a tall figure, walked in front.

Huang Feiyun sent him to the door of the restaurant. He said hesitantly, "Changyu, I'll come find you later."

Shu Changyu's eyebrows were cold: "No need, I'm busy recently."

Huang Feiyun's expression could not hide his disappointment: "Well, I'll come find you when you're free."

Shu Changyu was too lazy to even try to be perfunctory and just walked away.

Shu Changsheng hurriedly followed, and when they walked a distance away, he turned around to look at the young master of the Huang family who was still standing at the door, watching them leave like a waiting stone.

He finally couldn't help but speak: "Changyu, since you don't like him, why don't you refuse him."

"Tsk." Shu Changyu's pretty face showed no expression, a rare indifference that was consistent inside and out.

He said calmly: "Why should I refuse? He is just being sentimental. It has nothing to do with me."

In the past few years, as Shu Changyu grew up, the number of rich young men who showed their affection to him became so many that they almost lined up from the village to the county town.

When Shu Changyu was in a good mood, he would play with them, but when he was in a bad mood, he would humiliate them directly in person.

It’s not that there aren’t people who get angry and threaten him by using his family background, or who are tempted by his beauty and want to abduct him back.

But they all ended up in a miserable way. Even when they complained to the county magistrate, their complaints were suppressed.

Some family heads who had connections quickly realized that Shu Changyu was someone they could not afford to offend.

He tied up his unfilial son and sent him away overnight to avoid provoking this "man-eating plant" again.

Other rich young masters, due to the authority of their elders, did not dare to bother Shu Changyu again.

Therefore, it has been much quieter in the past one or two years.

"Young Master Huang is also a lovesick man." Shu Changsheng couldn't help but sigh.

This is really ridiculous.

Shu Changyu couldn't help but sneer: "You think he really likes me, but if I am not a woman."

He raised his hand and stroked her cheek: "Without this pretty face and a weird temper, do you think he would even look at me?"

Shu Changsheng looked at his cold smile and felt sad.

Changyu was not like this before. He still remembered that when he was a child, Changyu was very well behaved and cuddly, and would sweetly call him "brother".

Everything changed when he was thirteen.

Since then, Chang Yu's personality has become unpredictable. One moment she's looking at him with a smile, and the next moment her expression becomes inexplicably gloomy.

He was at a loss as to what to do.

He didn't even know what he had said wrong to make him unhappy.

Shu Changsheng also secretly asked his parents what happened that day and why Changyu was so seriously injured and almost lost his life.

After waking up, his personality changed drastically, and the innocent boy from before seemed to have died that night.

His parents just looked at him with a wry smile and never mentioned anything about what happened that night.

Thinking of the past, Shu Changsheng sighed softly. When he looked up, Shu Changyu had already walked far away. He had no choice but to quicken his pace to catch up.

In Zhangjia Village under the cover of night, the sounds of insects and frogs continued, disturbing people and making them feel upset.

As the sky was getting darker, Erya stood on tiptoe to look outside, but she never saw the familiar figure.

Erlin had just finished feeding his little sister and coaxed her to sleep, and when he went out, he saw, "Brother hasn't come back yet?"

Erya said quietly, "Maybe he's having a good time somewhere and has forgotten about us."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a smiling voice outside the door: "Who is saying bad things about me?"

"Brother!" Erya immediately smiled and threw herself into Song Yan's arms like a young swallow flying into the forest.

The speed of face changing is comparable to that of Sichuan Opera.

Song Yan quickly raised the food box in his hand, luckily it didn't get knocked away. He smiled and said, "I wasted some time and came back late. You must be hungry."

The food was still slightly warm, so I ate it.

While the twins were eating, Song Yan put down the backpack and took out the things one by one.

Snacks bought on the road, twenty eggs, and vinegar poured out from the space, all placed in a palm-sized tea can.

Six pounds of meat, one chicken. I didn't take too much meat. The weather was hot and humid due to the rain, so it couldn't be kept for too long. Even if it was salted, it could only be eaten for two or three days at most.

He planned to make some mushroom sauce with the leftover meat so that it could be stored for a longer time. When he went out in the future, the twins would not have to eat coarse food at home.

Finally, he took out three small stoves and gave one to Erya, and reminded her to open the window when using it to avoid carbon dioxide poisoning.

After packing up his things, he wiped his body, soaked his feet, changed into new clothes, and lay down.

The next morning, Song Yan was woken up by the crowing of a rooster again.

He turned over, hugging the quilt, with his eyes half open and sleepy, and he pricked up his ears to listen for a while.

Seeing that it was not raining, he got up from the bed in one go, had breakfast, and went to Erlin Mountain to pick mushrooms.

Wash the picked mushrooms with water, cut them into cubes, and make the sauce later.

Then he cut out about two pounds of meat and chopped it into minced meat.

The other ingredients are just simple soy sauce, sugar, salt, white sesame seeds, ginger, onion, garlic and pepper powder.

If conditions permit, you can also add some bean paste.

Heat the iron pan, add three spoons of pork, and when the oil temperature reaches 40% to 50% hot, add the minced meat and stir-fry until the minced meat is slightly browned, then pour in the chopped mushrooms.

Keep stir-frying until all the moisture in the diced mushrooms is squeezed out, then add soy sauce and other ingredients.

Song Yan held the spatula in one hand and directed Erlin, who was lighting the fire in front of the stove: "The fire is a little too big, turn it down."

Erlin, who was already able to accurately control the temperature of various fires, skillfully picked up the tongs and took out a piece of firewood from the stove hole.

Seeing this, Song Yan wanted to give him the title of "Little Fire-making Expert".

Erya came back from outside with a bunch of wild flowers in her hand. As soon as she entered the yard, she smelled the aroma of meat wafting out from the kitchen.

She couldn't wait to run into the kitchen. Before she even entered the door, a cheerful voice sounded: "It smells so good, brother, what delicious food are you making again?"

Song Yan said: "Mushroom sauce."

The pot exudes a rich aroma of sauce that is simply irresistible.

Erya swallowed her saliva. It smelled so good just by smelling it. She wondered how delicious it would taste.

Fortunately, they lived at the end of the village and had only the Niu family as their neighbors, otherwise, with the delicious food cooked every day, the walls of their house would have been torn down by others.

"Wow--"

At this time, the crying of a cub was heard from the next room.

It’s Yaya who woke up.

Arya took a deep breath of the fragrance, then ran into the room, picked up her crying little sister, patted her on the back, and coaxed her, "Oh, don't cry, don't cry."

After the mushroom sauce was cooked, Song Yan served another bowl and told Erlin: "Send it to Aunt Niu's house, and remember to bring the bowl back."

Erlin picked up the bowl and turned away without saying a word.

Not long after, he came back with a handful of leeks and some sesame cakes.

Song Yan squinted at him and said, "I asked you to bring the bowl back. Where is the bowl?"

Erlin explained: "Aunt Niu poured out the sauce and found that there was still oil in the bowl. She said that it would be a waste if the oil was not eaten, and she would return it to the owner after she finished eating the oil."

Very good, this is in line with Aunt Niu’s frugal character.