Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan took out a few coins and handed them to An Qi with a painful look on his face: "You kid, you are so lucky today. You won several times in a row."

An Qi stuffed the money into his pocket and grinned, revealing the sharp tips of his fangs: "Thank you for letting me in. Thank you for showing mercy."

Good man, they were all installed by An Qi.

Who was it that lost so much money a few days ago and asked him to borrow money to make up for it? Song Yan complained in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.

Song Yan glared at him and said, "This has just begun, it's still unclear who will win! Let's do it again!" As he said that, he quickly began to shuffle and sort the cards.

"Lost?" Shu Changyu's smiling voice sounded from above his head.

Song Yan turned around and saw Shu Changyu standing behind her, looking at the card table leisurely.

"Want to play a game?" Song Yan patted the empty seat next to him. "If you play, I will definitely be able to change your luck."

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows but did not refuse. He lifted up his skirt and sat down, shuffling the cards slowly. His posture was so elegant that it seemed as if he was not playing mahjong but playing the piano or painting.

Soon, the cards were arranged and the four players picked up their cards.

The front of the mahjong tiles is made of walnut wood, and the back is inlaid with a thin layer of bamboo, which is both beautiful and durable. Each mahjong tile is polished to be smooth and round, and it feels full of texture when held in the hand.

The walnut wood on the front is carved with patterns and characters, which is no different from traditional mahjong, but with more exquisite details.

Song Yan herself was very satisfied and gave Uncle Niu a big red envelope to express her gratitude.

Ever since Uncle Niu delivered the finished mahjong tiles a few days ago, Song Yan has been playing mahjong for several days in a row, and he never gets tired of it. He even gets everyone in the village to join in.

Even Butler Zheng, who usually didn't like to join in the fun, was dragged along by Song Yan to join in.

At first, Butler Zheng kept refusing, but once he sat down at the mahjong table, he immediately experienced the joy of playing mahjong.

Play mahjong and you will smile like Maitreya Buddha.

At this moment, Butler Zheng slowly touched a card, frowned and thought for a while, then slowly played a card.

"Oh, this is a difficult card for me to deal with." Butler Zheng muttered while paying attention to other people's reactions.

An Qi looked relaxed as he casually spread the cards in his hand, humming a cotton-flicking tune, looking as if he was sure of winning.

"Brother Song, how about we add some jackpots this time? Just winning a few cents isn't enough to get me excited."

Song Yan raised her eyebrows: "What do you want to add? Just tell me, don't do anything fancy."

An Qi rolled his eyes, looked at the expression of his master beside him, and then carefully made a request that was not too excessive: "If I win again, Brother Song, you can continue your story of Journey to the West that you told last time."

The last time I heard about the Monkey King causing havoc in Heaven, that was the end of the story. These past few days, An Qi has been itching to continue the story, hoping that Song Yan could continue.

Song Yan laughed when she heard it.

Some time ago, he was bored and had almost finished reading the storybook, so he started telling everyone about "Journey to the West".

Unexpectedly, everyone in Zhuangzi was fascinated by this lecture, especially An Qi, who eagerly waited for the update every time.

But after Song Yan became addicted to playing mahjong, the storytelling idea was put on hold.

"Okay, it's settled. What if you lose?" Song Yan became interested and deliberately teased An Qi.

An Qi glanced at the cards in front of him, and immediately felt relieved. He said confidently: "If I lose, Brother Song, I will help you taste the dishes. I promise to try all your new dishes and give you some suggestions."

Song Yan was amused: "Okay, you said so yourself."

There was a period of time when Song Yan became interested in cooking dark cuisine and he cooked all the food in the village, causing everyone to be frightened whenever they heard about food tasting.

Seeing that An Qi dared to volunteer, Song Yan actually expected him to lose.

"Come on, come on." Song Yan was the first to play a two-tube.

An Qi's eyes lit up and he quickly put the cards away: "Eat!"

Butler Zheng shook his head: "This card is played really fiercely."

Shu Changyu remained calm and composed, and he drew his cards and played them calmly.

In another round of playing cards, An Qi touched a card. A look of joy instantly appeared on his face. He shouted, "Gang!" Then he put the card he touched on the table and touched another card from the end of the deck.

As soon as he got this card, his expression froze instantly and his face looked as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.

Song Yan noticed that An Qi looked unhappy, and secretly rejoiced, deliberately teasing: "Hey, what's wrong? Didn't you succeed in opening the lever?"

An Qi scratched his head and said, "This Gang didn't work. It messed up all the cards I could have won with."

Shu Changyu calmly picked up a card, glanced at it, and slowly played a four of a kind.

Song Yan looked at his cards, felt they were useless, and gave up trying.

It was Butler Zheng's turn to draw a card. He frowned and picked up a card. After thinking for a moment, he reluctantly played a blank card.

It was Anqi's turn to draw cards again. He picked up a card and then bared his pointed little canine teeth with a bright smile: "Hey, I won! All the same color with one and nine, and I drew it by myself!"

He shook the cards in his hand.

No way, let An Qi win again?

Well, this guy is extremely unlucky.

Song Yan rolled his eyes at him and was about to speak, but he saw Shu Changyu smile slightly and slowly pushed the cards in his hand: "Win."

"The words are all the same, Da Si Xi, which is bigger than you."

The smile on An Qi's face collapsed instantly.

The smile will not disappear, it will only shift to Song Yan's face.

Song Yan laughed so hard that she leaned on Shu Changyu's shoulder. She panted and laughed, saying, "See, things have changed. You were so arrogant just now, but now you know how powerful you are!"

Butler Zheng listened to the two people bickering back and forth with a kind smile on his face.

"The next one, the next one."

Butler Zheng waved his hand and said, "No, no, I am old and can't stand sitting for too long. You guys go on playing."

"We are short of one person, let's find someone else to make up the number." Song Yan said as he turned his head to look into the yard to see who would step in first.

Just at this moment, a tall figure appeared at the door. It was An Liu.

Song Yan's eyes lit up, and she quickly waved and shouted, "An Liu, come here quickly, we are short of one person, and we are waiting for you."

An Liu walked in with a smile, bowed to Shu Changyu first, then sat down in the empty seat, looked at the mahjong tiles on the table, and asked in a gentle voice: "I wonder how to play this card?"

Anqi chuckled, walked up to Anliu, and began to explain the rules and playing methods of mahjong to him.

An Liu nodded slightly, indicating that he roughly understood it: "It sounds interesting. I'll give it a try." Then he began to shuffle and sort the cards with everyone else.

Just when Song Yan was having a great time playing mahjong, at this time, Feiyun City in the northern border was surrounded by the Hu people's cavalry.

Feiyun City had just experienced a snowstorm, and everything outside the city was silvery white.

The wind was howling, blowing snow foam against the city walls.

The snow piled up on the battlements was half a person's height. The soldiers defending the city were wrapped in thin brown clothes and looked even more exhausted after the blizzard.

Their faces were frozen red and purple, and their hands and feet were numb from the long cold, but they still held their weapons tightly and stared vigilantly at the Hu cavalry who were surrounding them outside the city.