Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

At first, Song Yan didn’t understand what Shu Changyu meant by “interesting”.

It was not until Shu Changyu pressed him on the couch and rubbed him over and over again that he suddenly realized what was going on. But it was too late, and the whole box of moisturizing cream had been used up.

Song Yan was so angry that she bit Shu Changyu's shoulder hard.

Shu Changyu groaned, but did not let him go. Instead, he laughed softly, with a hint of satisfaction in his laughter.

"Yanyan, you're really cruel."

Song Yan was like a dehydrated fish dying, gasping for air with his mouth open, his cheeks covered in sweat, and his eyelids trembling slightly.

"You bastard, you ruined my moisturizer!"

Shu Changyu licked the marks on Song Yan's neck, his voice low and hoarse: "Yan Yan, the smell of your body is much better than that moisturizing cream."

"Get out of here!" Song Yan glared at him and then struggled to get up.

Just as he stood up, his face suddenly changed, he looked embarrassed and annoyed, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to take a bath, don't follow me!"

Shu Changyu placed a kiss on his lips: "I'll ask someone to prepare some water."

Song Yan came out of the bath and felt much better, but his waist was still a little sore. When he was taking a bath just now, he looked at the purple and blue marks on his waist, which were particularly conspicuous. He couldn't help but glare at Shu Changyu again.

Shu Changyu curved his lips in a pleased tone and said, "Ask the kitchen to prepare dinner. We will have dinner together tonight."

"What do you want to eat?" Song Yan walked over while wiping her hair.

Shu Changyu took the towel from his hand, wiped his hair, and said, "Today is Laba Festival, so of course we have Laba porridge and some of your favorite side dishes."

Song Yan's eyes lit up: "Laba porridge? Then eat it quickly."

The two sat opposite each other and began to eat.

At this time, the young brother and sister were sitting in front of the brazier, holding a bowl of Laba porridge in their hands, drinking it sip by sip with great cherishment.

"Brother, this Laba porridge is so sweet." The little girl's eyes sparkled.

The boy touched her head and said, "Drink slowly, don't burn yourself."

The little girl nodded and said with longing: "It would be great if I could drink it every day in the future."

The boy looked at the longing in his sister's eyes and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Now even such a simple wish seems like an unattainable luxury for them.

The boy suppressed the bitterness in his eyes and tried to force a smile: "When I become capable in the future, I will make Laba porridge for you every day, and put lots of your favorite red dates and longans in it."

The little girl smiled happily, with some porridge foam on the corner of her mouth: "Brother is the best!"

The young man took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the porridge foam from the corners of the little girl's mouth: "We will definitely live a good life."

The sky gradually darkened, a light snow fell, and the night seemed endless.

Inside the house, the brother and sister finished their Laba porridge and leaned against the brazier, leaning against each other.

The little girl yawned and her eyelids began to twitch.

The boy carried his sister to the bed, covered her with a blanket, and said softly, "Go to sleep. I'm here to watch over you."

The little girl responded drowsily and soon fell asleep.

The boy sat by the bed, looking at his sister's peaceful sleeping face, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He recalled the past in Qianzhou. When his parents were alive, although the family was poor, they were a happy family.

However, natural disasters and man-made tragedies followed one after another, his parents passed away one after another, and he and his sister began a wandering life.

They had been sleeping in the open air and suffered from hunger, cold and hardship along the way. Fortunately, they met some kind people who gave them temporary shelter.

However, the boy knew in his heart that this was not a long-term solution.

He must find a way to find a stable livelihood so that he can truly give his sister a stable home.

As he thought about it, the boy began to feel sleepy.

He wrapped himself in a blanket and fell asleep in a chair beside the bed. After an unknown amount of time, a slight groan woke him up from his sleep.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes and saw that his sister's face was flushed red, her brows were furrowed, and she made uncomfortable sounds from time to time.

The boy panicked and reached out to touch his sister's forehead. The scorching temperature made his heart shrink suddenly.

"Sister, wake up and don't scare your brother." The boy called out anxiously, but his sister just hummed weakly a few times and did not wake up.

The boy knew that his sister had a fever and her condition seemed serious. He remembered that he had seen a clinic in the town before, but he was penniless and had no money to buy medicine for his sister.

But the boy didn't care about much else. He covered his sister with another quilt and rushed out of the house in a hurry.

He ran in the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, towards the direction of the farm where Song Yan was.

When he arrived at Zhuangzi's door, he knocked desperately and shouted, "Please, open the door and save my sister!"

The doorman heard the noise, opened the door, and was shocked to see the young man in such a mess. "What happened to you? Why are you so flustered in the middle of the night?" the doorman asked.

The young man panted and said anxiously: "My sister has a severe fever and I have no money to treat her. Please let me see Mr. Song and save my sister!"

Seeing that the young man was indeed extremely anxious, the doorman asked him to wait for a moment and hurried in to report.

At this time, Song Yan had just gotten up, practiced a set of military boxing, and was preparing to have breakfast.

After hearing the report from the doorman, he immediately put down his chopsticks, walked to the door in a few steps, and saw the young man who was in a miserable state due to the wind and snow.

"Sir, my sister... please save her..." The young man was so anxious that he was incoherent.

Song Yan soothed her, "Don't worry, tell me slowly, what happened to your sister?"

The boy told Song Yan everything about his sister's fever, and as he spoke, tears began to flow again.

"Mr. Song, please save my sister. She is the only relative I have." The young man knelt on the ground with a plop.

Song Yan quickly helped the young man up: "Hurry up, don't worry, I will send someone to call the doctor."

Song Yan turned around and said to An Qi who was hiding on the beam, "Go and ask An Liu to come over."

Then there was a whoosh sound and An Qi left quickly.

Soon, An Liu hurried over carrying a medicine box.

His hair was messy and his eyes were sleepy, looking like he hadn't woken up yet. One could tell at a glance that he had stayed up late again reading storybooks.