Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Because of the blisters in her mouth, Song Yan was forced to cultivate her character. She even stopped playing mahjong and instead spent her time knitting sweaters.

That's right, knitting.

The last time Song Yan went back to the village, he also went back home and brought the ball of wool with him.

Taking advantage of the plenty of free time now, Song Yan quickly found the knitting needles that had been unused for a long time, washed and dried them, and then officially started working.

Knitting a sweater is much more complicated than knitting a scarf, and the stitches are also diverse. The basic stitches alone include flat stitch, over stitch, and under stitch, not to mention all kinds of complex stitches that can create patterns.

Song Yan only knew how to knit a simple plain stitch, so he thought he would knit a simple pattern first, and then challenge himself to knit a complex pattern when he became proficient. He picked up the needle and began to knit in circles.

At first, I was very inexperienced and the thread was pulled at different tightnesses, which made the stitches crooked.

Song Yan hadn't done this kind of handicraft for a long time, so it was very difficult for him to weave. However, he was always a patient person, so he took it apart and re-wove it over and over again.

Shu Changyu couldn't help but laugh when he saw him frowning and sighing at the ball of wool: "Why are you bothering with this again?"

Song Yan didn't even raise her head, her hands kept moving: "I have nothing to do anyway, it's so cold, I might as well knit myself a sweater."

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows: "I thought you were going to weave it for me."

Song Yan paused, looked up at him and said, "If you perform well, I'll knit the next one for you."

Shu Changyu sneered, his eyes lingered on the ball of yarn in his hand for a moment, and said with a half-smile: "Then I have to think carefully about what counts as a good performance."

Song Yan ignored his teasing, lowered her head and continued knitting, humming: "Anyway, I have the final say on the standard of good performance."

After knitting for a while, I gradually found the feeling and the stitches became even.

He suddenly stopped and looked up at Shu Changyu: "What color do you think I should knit?"

Shu Changyu thought for a moment and said, "You have fair skin, so blue should complement you."

Song Yan's eyes lit up: "Blue is good, it looks refreshing." Then she lowered her head and continued to work.

After knitting for a while, Song Yan's hands felt a little sore. He flexed his wrists and looked at the sweater that had taken shape, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

He really is worthy of being called such a great man, his craftsmanship is pretty good.

After a while, Song Yan stopped again and stretched: "Oh, knitting sweaters is really tiring."

Shu Changyu chuckled: "You think it's tiring? I don't know when I can get my piece."

Song Yan glared at him and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Everything will come to you eventually."

Shu Changyu walked over to Song Yan, picked up the sweater he had partially knitted and looked at it: "Well, it looks good."

Song Yan raised her chin proudly: "Of course, don't you see who I am?"

The sky has been gloomy in recent days, with leaden clouds pressing heavily on the sky. Heavy snow has been falling like goose feathers, painting the sky and the earth a white expanse.

The whole world seemed to be muted, with only the rustling sound of falling snowflakes.

In the house separated by a wall, a pot of tea was boiling on a small red clay stove, with steam rising and the fragrance of tea wafting in the air.

The two of them were quietly doing their own things, chatting from time to time, and the atmosphere was warm and quiet.

An afternoon passed quietly, the snow outside the window piled up thicker and thicker, and the sky gradually darkened.

As soon as the hour of You arrived, servants came to light the lamps.

"I'm a little hungry." Song Yan said suddenly.

Shu Changyu said: "Then I'll have someone prepare some food."

Song Yan licked her lips and suddenly felt a little greedy, wanting something stronger, like something spicy and fragrant.

At this time, Song Wanzhou, wrapped in a cotton jacket, ran in from outside like a round cotton ball.

Her face was red, and white air was coming out of her mouth. As soon as she entered the door, she shouted, "Brother, what are we going to eat tonight?"

Song Yan put down the sweater she had just knitted the collar of, thought for a moment and said: "It's so cold, why don't we eat hotpot to warm ourselves up."

"Great! Let's eat the pot!" Song Wanzhou jumped up excitedly.

"Eat the pot, you're going to have to eat something bad." Shu Changyu glanced at him.

"What do you know? If you have blisters in your mouth, eating spicy food can speed up blood circulation. Maybe it will heal faster." Song Yan lied seriously, but in fact he just wanted to eat that spicy food.

"Heh." Shu Changyu had already seen through his little thoughts, and did not refute. He just smiled and said, "Okay, then you should take it easy, don't let the pain cause you to be unable to sleep."

At this time, the cook Aunt Li came in behind with Yaya in her arms. Yaya was wrapped tightly in a small quilt, leaving only a pair of big round eyes exposed.

When he saw Song Yan, his eyes curved into crescent shapes, and his chubby little hands stretched out from the quilt with difficulty, waving in the air, calling "Da Ge da Ge" and wanting Song Yan to hug him.

Song Yan hurried forward, took Yaya from the cook, and pinched her little face: "Little girl, do you miss your brother?"

There was a floor heater in the room, and it was warm like spring.

Song Yan untied the small quilt that Yaya was wrapped in to prevent her from getting too hot.

After playing with Yaya for a while, Song Yan went to prepare the ingredients for the hot pot.

After all, considering that the blisters in her mouth had not healed yet, Song Yan decided to eat porridge-based hotpot, which was light and delicious.

Song Yan took out a crispy Wan fish from the refrigerator and cut it into thin slices, which were crystal clear.

Various fresh ingredients are placed next to it, including juicy vegetables, tender mushrooms, thin meat slices, and round fish balls.

Prepare the ingredients.

"Aunt Li, please bring this porridge over here." Song Yan shouted to the cook.

Aunt Li responded and carefully brought the thick porridge to the table and put it into a special hot pot bowl.

After a while, the porridge base began to bubble under the heating of the charcoal fire, and the aroma of rice instantly spread.

Song Yan picked up a piece of crispy Anhui fish fillet, put it into the boiling porridge and shook it gently. In the blink of an eye, the fish fillet curled up slightly and was cooked.

He picked up the fish fillet, dipped it in a little sauce made of scallion, ginger, soy sauce and sesame oil, and put it into his mouth.

The fish fillet had a crisp texture, and along with the rice aroma of the porridge and the fresh aroma of the dipping sauce, it spread across his taste buds, making him exclaim softly: "This crispy Anhui fish is really something you can never tire of eating. It goes really well with this porridge."

"Shu Changyu, you should try it too." Song Yan said as she picked up a piece of crispy Anhui fish fillet, quickly cooked it in the porridge, dipped it in the sauce, and handed it to Shu Changyu's mouth.

Shu Changyu slowly opened his mouth and put the fish fillet into his mouth.

The crispness of the fish slices, the rich rice aroma of the porridge base, and the fragrant and fresh aroma of the dipping sauce, the multiple flavors blend together in the mouth, it is extremely delicious.

He nodded slightly, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes: "It is indeed delicious."

"I knew it would suit your taste." Song Yan smiled.

Song Zhengdu and Song Wanzhou had long been accustomed to seeing the two displaying affection as if no one was around, so they continued to feast on their meal.

Song Zhengdu was quiet and gentle, frying the ingredients in an orderly manner, and occasionally picking up a piece of Song Wanzhou's favorite food with his chopsticks.

Song Wanzhou tasted the crispy Anhui fish fillet and blinked: "Why is the fish so crispy? It's so strange."

"Because they are fed broad beans," Song Yan explained patiently, "the crispy fish eats broad beans to grow up, so the meat becomes crispy and firm, and the taste is different from ordinary fish meat."

"Wow, so magical!" Song Wanzhou exclaimed, picked up another piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully, "It's really interesting, I have never eaten such a special fish before."

Song Yan smiled and started putting mushrooms and vegetables into the pot.

"The mushrooms and vegetables will taste better if they absorb the flavor of the porridge base." He said as he put the cooked vegetables into Song Wanzhou's bowl.

Song Wanzhou took a bite, his eyes sparkling: "Brother, these vegetables are so fresh, they taste better than meat."

"Of course, the essence of the porridge base has been absorbed by the vegetables."

For a moment, the pot was bubbling, steam was rising, and the room was filled with fragrance.

Song Yan smiled and picked up a piece of soft fish meat, carefully picked out the fish bones, blew it cool, and fed it to Yaya: "Yaya, try it too, be careful of the heat."

Yaya opened her little mouth and ate it happily, smiling with her eyes curved as she said incoherently, "It's delicious, delicious."

This made Song Yan laugh out loud.

Then she carefully picked some soft vegetables for Yaya and put them in her small bowl.

By the end of the meal, even the porridge base had been eaten up, not a drop left.

Eating, drinking, playing and sleeping, life as a pig farmer seems to be not bad. Song Yan spends every day in such a leisurely pace.