Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

After working for a whole day, everyone finally prepared half a month's worth of goods before going off work.

Manager Liu came over to check and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, you have all worked hard. After dinner, go back and have a good rest."

Yang Huan, Li Chou and several other new guys all brought their own quilts and slept on the floor in the workshop.

After dinner, I spread the quilt next to the stove and warm myself with the residual warmth from the stove.

Li Chou put his hands close to the stove, feeling the little bit of residual heat, and said with emotion: "It's much warmer than at home."

The small, shabby house at home was leaking everywhere. When the snowstorm came that night, it almost collapsed the house, and I was lucky enough to be buried inside.

Yang Huan also came over and said, "Yeah, it's pretty much the same at my house, it's nice to have a warm place to sleep in the workshop.

Several people talked about the difficulties at home, and they all hoped that the days would get better soon.

When Song Yan came in, he saw a row of people lying on the ground. He almost stepped on someone because he didn't see clearly.

He quickly stopped his feet, confused: "Why are you all sleeping here?"

Song Dongjia is here!

When everyone saw Song Yan coming, they became a little restrained and got up one after another.

The other new guys didn't recognize Song Yan and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

Li Chou scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Boss, there is really no other way. It's too cold at home. We can get some warmth here."

The new guys finally reacted and hurriedly saluted: "Hello, boss."

Song Yan said gently: "Don't be nervous, I just came to see you all."

Song Yan hadn't been to the workshop for some time. He went back to Zhangjia Village today. Thinking that it was a rare opportunity to go out today, he stopped by the workshop to take a look.

He walked around inside and saw dozens of jars piled up in the warehouse, so he went over to take a look.

Chen Da followed him in and explained, "Boss, this is the goods to be sent to the county town tomorrow."

Song Yan didn't ask any more questions. He turned and left the warehouse. Seeing that everyone had already put away the quilts on the ground, he said, "You guys should take a rest and keep warm."

"Also, remember to open the windows to let in some air when you're roasting a fire to avoid getting carbon monoxide poisoning," Song Yan added.

Everyone responded in unison: "Got it, Boss."

Only then did Song Yan leave with peace of mind.

He returned to Zhuangzi, took off his cloak and hung it on the hanger.

Butler Zheng came over and said, "Master, the meal is ready. Do you want to eat now or wait a little longer?"

"Where is Shu Changyu? Hasn't he come back yet?" Song Yan asked.

"The master hasn't come back yet."

"Then let's wait a little longer." Song Yan sat down and drank a sip of hot tea. "What are we having for dinner tonight?"

Butler Zheng quickly replied, "Master, we have prepared steamed sea bass, roasted chicken with chestnuts, and a vegetable and tofu soup tonight. The staple food is steamed rice made from freshly ground rice."

Song Yan lost his appetite when he heard this. He wanted to eat something strong-tasting, such as snail noodles, but unfortunately there were no snails to pick in such cold weather.

He thought about it and remembered that there was a bag of sweet potato noodles in the kitchen, so he might as well eat hot and sour noodles.

Thinking of this, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll make myself something to eat."

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he ordered: "Bring me some chili peppers, peppercorns, and balsamic vinegar, and cut some sauerkraut and pickled vegetables."

The servants hurriedly did as they were told and soon everything was ready.

Song Yan skillfully heated the oil in a pan and put the chili peppers and peppercorns into the pan. In an instant, the spicy aroma filled the air.

Next, he poured in the sauerkraut and pickled vegetable cubes and stir-fried them quickly.

Then he added the right amount of water and waited for it to boil. After the water boiled, he put the sweet potato flour into the pot and cooked it until it was cooked through.

While waiting for the sweet potato noodles to cook, Song Yan started to prepare the hot and sour sauce.

He put balsamic vinegar, soy sauce, salt, sugar and other seasonings into a bowl in a certain proportion and stirred them evenly.

After the sweet potato noodles were cooked, Song Yan scooped them into a bowl, poured hot and sour sauce on them, and sprinkled some chopped green onions and coriander on them.

A bowl of delicious hot and sour noodles is ready.

Just then, Shu Changyu came back.

"What are you cooking?" Shu Changyu's voice seemed to carry the coolness of wind and snow, touching the heart.

"Hot and sour noodles." Song Yan smiled, "Would you like some?"

Shu Changyu's eyes fell on the red and oily hot and sour noodles, and when he saw the handful of green coriander, he declined.

"Then I'll eat it myself!" Song Yan sipped the noodles. The sour, spicy and smooth taste made him couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.

I took another sip of the soup, and the sour and spicy taste slid down my throat. My whole body seemed to be steamed by the hot air, and warmth gradually grew.

Shu Changyu sat opposite him, slowly and leisurely eating the food that had been served again.

After eating a bowl of hot and sour noodles, Song Yan felt relaxed all over and her mood became cheerful.

After soaking her feet in the evening, Song Yan couldn't wait to get into bed. Shu Changyu moved closer and drew circles on Song Yan's palm with his fingers from time to time.

The candlelight flickered, casting half-light and half-dark shadows on the faces of the two people.

"I'm going to sleep. I'm sleepy today." Song Yan withdrew his right hand and pulled the quilt to cover his head.

Shu Changyu stared at the bulging quilt, clicked his tongue, looked away, and lay down.

Perhaps because he had something hidden in his mind, Song Yan couldn't fall asleep. Finally, he couldn't help but lift the quilt and looked sideways at Shu Changyu.

Song Yan's voice rang out in the darkness: "Shu Changyu, are you asleep?"

Shu Changyu barely raised his eyelids and said, "Speak."

Song Yan whispered in his ear, "Tell me the truth, did you drive Zhang Dashan crazy?"