Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Brother Ying enthusiastically invited Song Yan to sleep with his feet close to his, but Song Yan politely declined.

What a joke.

The lesson from last time was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want to be woken up by snoring in the middle of the night.

After washing up, he took off his coat and prepared to lie down when he suddenly felt a swelling and pain in his shoulder. He turned his head and saw a bruise on his shoulder, probably from being hit by two sticks when he was escaping.

If I had known earlier, I would have asked those bullies for some medical expenses. I would have lost a lot.

He took out the medicinal wine from the space kitchen and rubbed the bruise on his shoulder for a few times.

Feeling sleepy, he yawned and simply lay down.

I was so tired from running around all day that I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

A dreamless night.

When he opened his eyes, it was already bright outside. Song Yan put on his coat and went out, and saw Master Shen practicing boxing in the yard.

A few little kids followed behind him, punching and kicking in a very professional manner.

Song Yan was so amused by what she saw that she couldn't help laughing out loud.

Master Shen turned around when he heard the voice and saw it was him. He retracted his fist and told the little kids, "You guys practice first, I'll come back to check later."

"Yes!" The little kids straightened up and said in unison.

Seeing Hall Master Shen walking towards him, Song Yan said embarrassedly: "Did I disturb you?"

Master Shen looks cold, but he has a very lively personality: "It's okay, I'm just taking these little guys out for some fun."

"By the way, you just got up and haven't washed up yet, wait a minute, I'll ask someone to get you some water."

As he said that, he sprinted, pushed his feet against the wall, grabbed the wall with both hands, pushed hard, and flipped directly onto the top of the wall.

Song Yan was stunned.

Master Shen squatted on the wall and shouted to the next yard, "Someone bring a basin of water over here."

Then Aunt Hua's voice rang out: "Xiao Song has woken up, I'll be right there!"

"Xiaowu, take the water to the next room."

Aunt Fat yelled, "Wait, don't leave in a hurry, there's still breakfast!"

"Bring breakfast later."

Listening to the noisy sounds next door, Song Yan leaned against the door and smiled softly.

Master Shen jumped down from the wall swiftly: "The water is coming, I'll go open the door."

Song Yan didn't expect that the person who brought the water was the tall man who had captured him to see Brother Ying last time.

He brought the water into the house and stood there hesitantly.

After Song Yan finished washing up, she saw him still standing there, so she asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

Xiao Wu hesitated and said, "Well, what happened last time..."

As soon as he heard this opening, Song Yan knew what the other party wanted to say. He waved his hand and interrupted, "Let the past be the past."

"And you didn't mean to target me."

If it weren't for what happened with Skinny Monkey yesterday, Song Yan might have teased him a few more times, but after what happened yesterday, Song Yan had let it go.

There's no need to dwell on the past.

Besides, they didn't do anything wrong; they were just following orders.

Hearing this, Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Before, Skinny Monkey was called to serve Song Yan. It was said that he was very angry and cursed them behind their backs for a long time.

Unexpectedly, Song Yan suddenly turned into a VIP of the gang. They were all very nervous, fearing that they would be called to serve him one day.

Who knows what this guy will do to them then.

Today it was his turn to be left behind to look after the house. God knows how much he wanted to go out and sell tofu skin with Song Yan when he learned that she was coming.

Unexpectedly, Song Yan was surprisingly easy to talk to.

Xiaowu also became more respectful and said quickly, "I'll go get you some food."

Seeing his attentive attitude, Song Yan was also a little amused: "No need, I'll go there by myself, and I'll find Aunt Fatty later if I need anything."

We had agreed last night that I would teach Aunt Pang and the other two the tofu recipe today. There was no time to lose, so the sooner we got the job done, the sooner he could go home earlier.

"Okay then." Xiao Wu scratched his hair and said awkwardly, "I'll go back first."

Song Yan greeted Master Shen and went to the next room.

The door to the yard was closed tightly, and Song Yan knocked on the door.

Someone inside asked, “Who is it?”

Song Yan: “It’s me.”

Aunt Hua's voice came: "It's Xiao Song, open the door quickly!"

The door opened from the inside, Song Yan walked in, and asked casually, "Why is the door closed so tightly in broad daylight?"

The person who came to open the door was Uncle Wang. The original owner had met him several times before, so he was not unfamiliar to him.

Uncle Wang said helplessly: "Someone has been secretly watching here these days. I'm afraid someone will come in and steal the recipe, so I keep the door closed."

Song Yan suddenly realized that, given how popular bean curd skin is, the recipe would probably be developed soon.

There were not many people in the yard at this time. Everyone else had gone out to sell tofu skin, leaving only Aunt Hua and a few others.

Aunt Fat came out wiping her hands, and when she saw Song Yan, she smiled and said happily, "Little Song is here."

"Breakfast has been served to you in the living room."

When he lay down last night, he could still hear the busy sounds from next door. When he got up this morning, the stall next door had already been opened early. They must have not been able to sleep for several hours the whole night.

When I saw them today, I saw that there was a faint dark blue color under the eyes of Aunt Pang and the others.

Song Yan said sincerely: "Thank you, Auntie Pang, you have worked hard these days, stop working, sit down and take a rest."

Auntie Pang had never heard such heartwarming words before. She felt so relieved after hearing them. She smiled with her eyes narrowed and said in her heart, "What's the point of talking about hard work? We are all the same."

Having said that, his body really couldn't take it anymore, so he sat down and closed his eyes for a while.

After Song Yan finished her breakfast, she went into the kitchen, looked around, and asked, "Aunt, do you have any leftover tofu from this morning?"

"Yes, yes." Aunt Hua took out a plate of tofu from the cupboard. "The gang leader told us this morning that he would leave some tofu for you."

Song Yan rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll teach you how to fry fried tofu."

"Thousand sheets, dried tofu, and stinky tofu."

Auntie Pang was surprised and said, "There are so many ways to cook tofu."

Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "That's about it."

After he grows the peppers, he will also have spicy strips, konjac noodles and other cheap and delicious snacks.

Fried tofu needs to be fried and must be fresh. It is not advisable to use tofu that is too old.

Song Yan cut the tofu into small pieces and then added oil to the pan.

The kitchen had been using lard before, but Song Yan reminded her last night that the recipe for fried tofu requires a lot of oil, so Aunt Pang went out and bought a large bucket of rapeseed oil this morning.

Song Yan poured a whole bucket of oil directly into it.

Aunt Fat's heart ached when she saw this, and she comforted herself that only by spending money could she earn more money back, and that made her feel better.

No wonder Xiao Song is the only one who knows this recipe. Who would be willing to use so much oil?

Song Yan reached into the pot to check the oil temperature. When it was slightly hot, he put the tofu embryos into the pot and fried them.

"Uncle Wang, light the fire." Song Yan said to Uncle Wang who was lighting the fire.

Uncle Wang was stunned for a moment before he realized what he meant and immediately added another piece of firewood to the stove.

Song Yan was frying the tofu while explaining it to Aunt Pang and the others.

When frying the tofu, you need to stir it constantly so that the air inside is evenly distributed to achieve the best expansion effect.

When the tofu changes color on the surface, the inside starts to expand.

Then he drained the oil from the fried tofu.

"Uncle Wang, turn up the heat," he said.

This time Uncle Wang reacted quickly and stuffed a few pieces of firewood into the stove.

After waiting for the oil temperature to reach about 200 degrees, Song Yan put the fried tofu into the pan and fried it again.

The purpose of the second frying is to let the tofu take shape, fry it until the surface is crispy and more resilient, so that it is not easily squeezed and deformed. The moisture is completely fried out, and it is more durable in storage.

Song Yan calculated in his mind, counted to about twenty seconds, then drained the oil from the fried tofu and scooped it out.

The fried tofu smells delicious. When it cools down a little, tear it open and you will see that it is soft and tender inside.

He called out, "Aunt Fatty, come and try it."

Aunt Pang picked up a piece of fried tofu, which was still very hot inside. She blew on it before taking a small bite.

The crust is slightly crispy and fragrant, but the inside is very soft. Although it has no taste, it is surprisingly fragrant and soft.

Song Yan said: "Fried tofu can be used for cooking, and it can also be used to stuff meat."

He had been to a small city in the south before, where there was a very famous local dish called fried tofu stuffed with meat.

I briefly explained the method to Aunt Pang and the others, and then began to teach them how to fry tofu skewers.

Tofu skewers, like fried tofu, are also fried in oil, but they are more suitable for eating in hot pot, especially when they are full of soup. It is so satisfying to take a bite and your mouth will be filled with juice.

Song Yan spent the next morning in the kitchen, teaching them how to make dried tofu and bean curd sheets.

As for stinky tofu, Song Yan was afraid that they would not be able to accept it, so she wanted to wait and talk about it later.

Until the man who went out to sell tofu skin came back and smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen, he couldn't help but drool.

"Wow, what delicious food is Auntie Pang making again?"

Someone with a keen nose said, "It smells like fried food."

At this time, someone muttered: "Don't you know, who is coming?"

The group of people suddenly fell silent and looked at each other.

In fact, they knew what was going on. The gang leader suddenly came up with some food recipes and inexplicably treated Song Yan as a guest of honor.

So it goes without saying who brought the recipe.

They were very conflicted. On the one hand, they were grateful to Song Yan for the prescription, which enabled them to make money and live a good life.

Furthermore, they didn’t know how to treat Song Yan.

I am also afraid of being severely humiliated like Skinny Monkey.

Someone asked, "Ahem, who of you will go and take a look?"

A group of people were pushing each other, and no one had the courage to go in.

At this time, Brother Ying came back. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted happily: "Brother Yan, come and see what good things I brought back for you!"