Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The wind became stronger and stronger, whistling across the yard and making the bacon and sausages under the eaves sway.

Song Yan curled up on the couch, holding a book in one hand and slowly turning the pages, while with the other hand she reached for the table, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and started to eat them.

Fried sunflower seeds are still more fragrant. Song Yan spat out the shells and dropped them accurately into the small basket at her feet, her eyes still glued to the pages of the book.

Two days ago, he took out this old book from the bookshelf. It talked about some strange stories. He thought it was just a piece of entertainment, but he found it more and more interesting the more he read.

It was cold outside, and Song Yan became less and less willing to go out. She stayed in the house all day long. Except for eating and sleeping, she almost always stayed on the couch, either reading or thinking about new food.

Recently, Song Yan has been obsessed with Japanese cuisine. From octopus balls to sushi, fried tempura, and grilled eel rice, she has tried almost every way to make delicious food for herself.

Shu Changyu was not interested in sushi. To be exact, he had no interest in any raw food.

However, octopus balls and fried tempura were very much to his liking.

Every time Song Yan made these two things, Shu Changyu would always eat a lot.

Occasionally, Shu Changyu would ask Song Yan to play a few games of chess. Although Song Yan was very happy to do so, his chess skills were really poor and he would start scratching his head after just a few rounds.

He stared at the chessboard with a bitter face. The chess piece in his hand seemed like a hot potato, and he didn't know whether to put it down or not.

"You are cheating again. You are not allowed to regret your move." Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows slightly and slapped away Song Yan's hand that was about to withdraw the chess piece.

"Oh! This step doesn't count. I was distracted. Let's try again." Song Yan said hurriedly.

Shu Changyu was suddenly speechless and let him regret his move.

But even so, Song Yan was still losing ground. Seeing that his "position" was getting smaller and smaller, he simply threw away the chess piece and said, "No more, no more. My brain is not working well today. Let's fight another day."

Shu Changyu was not annoyed. He put away the chessboard and pinched Song Yan's face: "Okay, then wait until you have recovered your strength and come to me to play again."

"Playing chess is boring. If you have the ability, come and play mahjong. I can definitely beat you!" Song Yan said proudly.

"Sesame sauce?" Shu Changyu looked puzzled. "Are you talking about the sesame sauce that we eat, or some new way to play?"

Song Yan explained: "I'm talking about mahjong! A board game played by four people, not eating mahjong!"

"Okay." Shu Changyu raised his eyelids and said lazily, "Let's start now?"

"I can't play. I don't collect mahjong tiles." Song Yan said, scratching his nose.

A deck of mahjong tiles is heavy and takes up a lot of space, and Song Yan had never thought of getting a deck to put in the kitchen.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask Uncle Niu to make a set of mahjong tiles."

There are also mahjong tables. The existing tables are not of suitable size and cannot be used to play mahjong.

As Song Yan spoke, she threw off the blanket and quickly got off the couch.

Although there was a howling wind outside, he was so absorbed in playing mahjong that he had forgotten all about the cold.

Shu Changyu looked at his thin clothes and hurriedly stood up to stop him: "It's so windy outside, why are you going out wearing so little? Wrap yourself in your cloak first."

As he spoke, he picked up the cloak beside him and carefully tied it on Song Yan.

Song Yan grinned at him, turned around and rushed into the yard, running towards the Niu family against the wind, shouting as he ran: "Uncle Niu, Uncle Niu! I need your help with something urgent!"

The snow was slow to fall and the wind was blowing wildly in the yard, blowing up fine sand and gravel on the ground, which hit the door panels with a crackling sound.

At this moment, Song Yan was standing on a bench, bringing the bacon hanging under the eaves into the house to prevent it from being stained by the sand and stones carried by the strong wind.

The bacon is not yet dried enough. If you press it lightly with your hand, you can feel that it is still quite soft and tender inside.

Then hang it on the stove and let the smoke dry it for a while, and it will be almost the same.

After Song Yan collected the bacon, she also took down the sausages and asked A Kun to help hang them in a ventilated place in the kitchen.

The ham smoked last year has hardly been touched. The surface has been smoked by the fireworks to form a layer of charred hard film, which is shiny with oil.

Song Yan took it down from the hook on the beam, took a close sniff, and the rich and mellow scent of fireworks went straight into his nostrils.

It was a happy decision to have fried ham and winter bamboo shoots for dinner.

"A Kun, go get some winter bamboo shoots out of the cellar. We'll use this ham to stir-fry them today." Song Yan ordered excitedly.

The winter bamboo shoots were delivered by Aunt Niu a few days ago and they are very fresh.

A Kun quickly took out the winter bamboo shoots, and Song Yan rolled up her sleeves and began to prepare for cooking.

He skillfully cut the ham into thin slices and chopped the winter bamboo shoots into small pieces.

Pour oil into the pan, add onion, ginger and garlic when the oil is hot, then add ham slices and stir-fry.

The ham slices sizzled in the pan, and the aroma filled the air.

It’s worthy of being a ham that has been smoked for a year, the taste is simply amazing.

The longer the ham is smoked, the more fragrant it becomes. The fat is condensed by the smoke, and every texture is imbued with mellow flavor.

When the dish of ham fried with winter bamboo shoots was served, Song Wanzhou ate so much that his eyes narrowed, his cheeks bulged, and he said incoherently, "It's delicious."

Song Yan picked up a piece of winter bamboo shoots, which was crisp and sweet in the mouth, mixed with the mellow salty flavor of ham, with rich layers of flavor.

After dinner, Song Yan reminded Song Wanzhou: "Remember to cover yourself with an extra blanket at night. We don't know when the snow will fall. Once it starts, it will be very cold at night."

"I know, brother, I'm not a child." Song Wanzhou muttered.

This little brat is only a few years old, but he's already pretending to be an adult.

Song Yan raised her hand and tapped Song Wanzhou's head gently: "You are the only one who is stubborn. If you really get cold, you will suffer."

Song Wanzhou covered her head and said, "I won't follow you anymore. I'm going back to my room." She picked up Yaya, turned around and walked towards her room, not forgetting to turn back and make a face at Song Yan.

Song Yan was both angry and amused, and shouted at the back: "Go to bed early, don't play too late!"

Song Wanzhou didn't even look back and ran away.

In the middle of the night, Song Yan was sleeping soundly when she was suddenly awakened by a slight noise.

He opened his eyes drowsily and listened carefully. It turned out that the sound of the wind outside the window had changed its tone, carrying with it the sound of rustling snow, and was more intense than before.

Shu Changyu beside him opened his eyes, and held Song Yan tighter in his arms. His voice, which sounded lazy as if he had just woken up, rang out in the darkness: "Is it snowing?"

Song Yan yawned and snuggled in his warm embrace: "From the sound it seems to be raining, and it's quite heavy."

Shu Changyu gently patted Song Yan's back and said, "Go to sleep, and watch it tomorrow morning."

Song Yan responded, found a more comfortable position in Shu Changyu's arms, and fell asleep again.