Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Fresh mushrooms fall into the egg drop soup, instantly stimulating a rich and fresh aroma. The round thatch mushrooms roll in the boiling soup, and the morel with a black cap is like a graceful gentleman.

The kitchen was filled with tempting aroma. The twin brothers couldn't help but take a deep breath and almost drooled.

The two children came forward at the same time and asked anxiously: "Brother, are you ready?"

"It will be soon, just wait a little longer." Song Yan answered patiently.

Although these mushrooms are edible, it is better to cook them for safety reasons.

When the mushrooms were almost cooked, Song Yan picked up a cabbage, peeled off the outer leaves, took only the tenderest inner leaves, and gently put them into the soup.

Cabbage does not need to be cooked for too long, just blanch it slightly before eating.

Song Yan looked up and asked, "Is there any oil left at home?"

"Yes, yes." Erlin hurriedly took out a small earthenware jar from the pile of firewood in the corner of the kitchen.

Song Yan: …

"What about the salt?" he asked again.

Erlin stood on tiptoe and took out a bag of salt from the basket of sundries hanging on the wall.

Good boy, you are really good at hiding things.

Open the earthenware jar containing oil, the oil inside is shiny in color and exudes the unique aroma of lard.

Song Yan picked up a little oil with chopsticks, put it into the soup, and stirred it.

Then he opened the paper bag containing the salt and found that there was very little salt left. It was coarse salt, yellowish in color, not very pure, and tasted slightly bitter.

Song Yan subconsciously poured all the salt into the soup, but heard Erlin nervously say, "Brother, put less, put less."

At this time, Song Yan remembered that in that era, the price of salt was expensive, and a small bag of salt cost forty cents.

Ordinary people are extremely frugal when it comes to salt. They only put a pinch of salt in a meal and live a very thrifty life.

Under Erlin's watchful eyes, Song Yan only dipped a few grains of salt into the soup. He said to the twins, "Go get the bowls."

After the twins went to get the bowls, Song Yan quickly took out a bag of salt from the space and put half a spoonful of it in.

Adding too much salt will make the food too salty. The twins are young and have not lost their sense of taste. They will definitely be able to taste the difference if too much salt is added.

It's just right, not too salty or too bland.

Song Yan scooped herself a full bowl of soup, took a sip while it was hot, and her tongue was instantly amazed by the taste.

The fragrant egg drop soup has the freshness of mushrooms and a hint of sweetness from cabbage.

The soup has three flavors: fresh, fragrant and sweet, so it is called three-fresh soup.

Song Yan smacked his lips. It would be even more delicious if some shrimps were added.

Pity.

He did have shrimps and even lobsters in his refrigerator, but Yunshan County where they were located was far away from the sea, so even if there was seafood, they couldn't eat it openly.

The three siblings squatted in a row at the kitchen door, drinking their soup.

The sound of "slurp, slurp" was heard alternately. The twins, the boy and the girl, had never eaten such delicious egg drop soup before. They ate it with relish like little pigs.

After drinking a bowl of hot egg drop soup, my stomach immediately felt warm, and the warmth spread to my limbs, warming my whole body.

The twins drank two bowls of soup in a row but still wanted more. They stared at the last bit of soup in the pot. Song Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she threw all the remaining cabbage leaves into the clay pot and cooked them. In the end, everyone had a full stomach.

"Waah——" the howling of a cub broke through the yard.

"Yaya is awake." Erya quickly put down the bowl and went into the room to see Yaya.

Song Yan followed her into the room and saw Erya pick up the baby. She touched her little butt and found that the diaper was indeed wet. She took out a washed and dried diaper from the bedside table and changed Yaya's diaper with skillful movements.

Erlin asked, "Is Yaya hungry? Do you want to make her some rice soup?"

"The rice that was pounded last night is cooked." The second girl said without raising her head.

"I'll go pound some more rice."

The little guy kicked his legs and cried non-stop: "Waaaaa——"

Erlin knew at a glance that Yaya was very hungry, and he said anxiously, "It's too late, I'll go find someone to borrow some rice."

Song Yan said, "I'll go, you go wash the pot and boil some water, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Song Yan hurried out of the house and walked to the door of Aunt Niu's house across the street. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, shouting, "Aunt Niu! Aunt Niu!"

"This is never going to end!" Aunt Niu cursed as she came over to open the door, "What's going on again!"

Song Yan was still in mourning, so he didn't go in. He said shamelessly, "Aunt, do you have any rice? Lend me some to cook."

When Aunt Niu heard that they were here to borrow rice, her face immediately changed: "No!"

Then he asked him, "Did you steal the rice and sell it again?"

Song Yan felt wronged: "No, it was Yaya. She ran out of rice, so she asked you to borrow some."

Hearing this, Aunt Niu's face looked better. She went into the house, grabbed two handfuls of pounded millet, and put them in a bowl: "Remember to return the bowl."

Just as she was about to hand it to Song Yan, she suddenly looked at him warily: "I'm cooking rice soup for Yaya, don't eat it secretly."

Song Yan cried out that he was wronged. Was he the kind of person who would steal the food rations of a little kid?

"Auntie, don't wrongly accuse a good person."

"You still don't dare to admit it. I saw it with both my eyes." Aunt Niu pointed to her own eyes and said, "Last year when you came back, you stole a piece of sweet cake from Zhang Ersao's Goudan at the entrance of the village."

“And the year before last…”

Song Yan hurriedly bowed and begged for mercy: "Aunt, please stop talking."

He quickly found this memory from Song Dashu's memory.

At that time, Goudan, a boy from Zhang Ersao's family, was only five years old. He was reluctant to eat the cake and licked it bite by bite. Then, Song Dashu, a scoundrel, saw it and snatched it away and swallowed it in one bite, which made Goudan so angry that he cried.

It’s all the fault of the original owner, who even snatched the little kid’s snacks, forcing him to take the blame.

Song Yan wiped the sweat off his face, left Aunt Niu's house, went to the kitchen, and gave the bag of rice to Erlin.

Perhaps because he had just read Song Dashu’s memory, he recalled many things.

Although the Song family was not wealthy in the past, they were not too poor either. They had all the necessary household items. Song's mother even had a loom, which she used to weave cloth to supplement her livelihood. But this time Song Yan didn't see it at home.

There were no tables, chairs or benches, and even the iron pot in the kitchen was missing.

Song Yan asked casually: "I remember there was an iron pot at home, where did it go?"

Erlin was squatting and making a fire. Hearing this, he froze up and his back bent instantly.

"I sold them all." Erlin said in a low voice, "Some time ago, the news of Dad's death in the war came back, and Mom fell ill. There was no money at home, so I sold everything that could be sold and exchanged the money for silver to buy medicine for Mom..."

At the end, Erlin's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was about to cry.

Song Yan sighed silently and patted his brother on the shoulder: "It's my fault. If I had come back earlier..."

"It's my fault!" Erlin interrupted him, "If I hadn't been supported in my studies, my family wouldn't have been unable to pay for military service, my father wouldn't have had to go to the battlefield, and my mother wouldn't have died."

Song Yan was surprised. He didn't expect Erlin to think this way. He comforted him, "It's none of your business. There's nothing wrong with studying. Don't blame yourself. Your parents wouldn't want to see you blame yourself."

Erlin was still in deep self-blame and said, "I have studied for so many years, but I didn't even pass the exam to become a student. This shows that I am not cut out for studying. I was wrong. I shouldn't have studied."

Song Yan encouraged him, "Don't think too much, study hard, I'm still waiting for you to take the imperial examination in the future."

Erlin shook his head and said firmly: "Brother, I don't want to study anymore."