Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

After leaving the village chief's house, they went to the next house on the way.

Erlin led the way in front. As Song Yan walked, she felt that the road looked familiar.

It was not until they passed by a toilet that Song Yan realized that this was Zhang Dashan's home.

He pinched his nose and said with disgust: "This place stinks, let's go faster."

Erlin also thought of what happened that night and tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.

A few steps ahead is Quanzi's home.

Their door was not locked, so Erlin did not rush in. Instead, he stood at the door and called out, "Brother Quanzi!"

Quanzi's wife, Xu, heard the voice and came out. Seeing Erlin, she smiled warmly and asked, "Why are you here?"

Seeing Song Yan was there too, she raised her eyebrows and said in a sarcastic tone, "Hey, isn't this the busy man in our village? How come you have time to come here today?"

Song Yan said shamelessly: "Sister-in-law, you are joking."

Xu glanced at him. If she had said this in the past, he would have been angry and embarrassed, but today his temper was better.

"Okay, come in and sit down." She turned and walked into the house.

Song Yan gently pushed Erlin's shoulder and let him go in first.

After Erlin entered the house, he looked around and saw that only the old lady and two children were at home, so he asked, "Sister-in-law, isn't Brother Quanzi at home?"

"Quanzi went to work in the fields." Xu said, "What do you want to see him for?"

Song Yan put the things on the table as soon as she entered the room: "Nothing else, something happened at home a few days ago, and I was outside and couldn't get back in time. Thanks to my sister-in-law and brother Quanzi for helping me."

"I was busy recently and didn't have time to come and thank you. I finally managed to get the house ready in the past two days, so I hurried to come to my sister-in-law's place."

Xu raised her eyebrows in surprise. Wow, this kid can finally speak human language.

Then Song Yan said, "There's nothing good to offer at home, so I hope my sister-in-law won't despise this little food."

Hearing this, Xu was even more shocked. The Song family brat actually knew how to come to the door to give a thank-you gift. She couldn't help but blurt out: "Xiao Song, are you rich?"

Song Yan quickly said, "I didn't get rich, I just made a few taels of silver, not much."

Xu was shocked. A few taels of silver was not a lot.

Then she noticed the oil paper bag on the table. She didn't hesitate and asked directly, "What are these?"

"Fried tofu and bean curd sheets." Song Yan told her how to eat these two things.

He was interrupted by the quarreling of children after just a few words.

"Give it to me quickly, give it to me quickly--" the child cried loudly.

The older child said with a playful smile: "No, I won't give it to you!"

The two children of Quanzi's family were only a few years old, and they were in the noisy period, chasing and fighting around the house, making a lot of noise.

Xu put her hands on her hips and cursed, "All of you shut up, if anyone dares to yell again, I'll slap you in the face."

The two children suddenly became quiet.

From this we can see that Xu was still very authoritative at home.

Quanzi's mother was blind and couldn't see anything, but she just kept a happy smile on her face as she listened to the noise in the house.

Song Yan glanced around the room with his peripheral vision. The room looked simple, but it was tidy from inside to outside.

The furniture was a little old, but it was wiped clean and spotless. Even the clothes the old lady was wearing were washed clean and had no stains on them.

It can be seen that Xu is a capable person.

They had to go to the next house, so they just sat there for a while and left without even having a drink of tea.

After they left, the door of Zhang Dashan's house next door was secretly opened a crack.

Dashan's mother narrowed her eyes and asked, "Quanzi's wife, what is that bastard from the Song family doing in your house?"

Xu was a fierce person, and she directly retorted: "It's none of your business."

After saying that, he turned and went into the house, slamming the door shut.

Dashan Niang was so angry that she spat on the ground and said, "Bah! Little whore."

"These two must have hooked up behind Quanzi's back, otherwise why would they come to your house?"

By the time Song Yan and Erlin came back from a walk around the village, it was already dark.

I laughed for the whole afternoon and my face is almost stiff.

Erlin was also a little tired, but he looked relaxed.

But at least I've repaid the favor, so I don't have to keep thinking about it anymore.

In the end, the Niu family was the only one left to be delivered.

Erlin said that Uncle Niu and Aunt Niu had gone to town to attend a wedding banquet, and Aniu was also busy working in the fields, so Song Yan did not go to the Niu family first.

When I came back, the door opposite was open and Aunt Niu was squatting in front of the door picking vegetables.

Song Yan waved towards the yard and called out, "Aunt Niu."

Aunt Niu looked up and asked in surprise, "When did you come back?"

"Noon." Song Yan said as she took the food to Niu's house. "Aunt, I brought some food back from the county town. I shared some with other families. These are for you."

After hearing what he said, Aunt Niu stopped being polite to him.

"Wait a minute, I have something for you." She went into the house, grabbed a handful of peanuts and red dates, and stuffed them into Song Yan's pockets. "Here, to cheer you up."

"Thank you, Auntie." Song Yan took the peanuts and red dates and asked casually, "Whose wedding did you go to?"

Aunt Niu said: "It's just that Lao Niu's cousin's family is getting married, and they don't usually interact with each other."

After chatting with her for a while, seeing that it was getting late, Song Yan said she wanted to go back to cook.

Aunt Niu remembered something and said, "The table and chairs for your dining room are ready. I'll have Niu deliver them to you later."

Song Yan: "Okay, please thank uncle for me."

Aunt Niu waved her hand: "Why bother saying thank you? Go back now."

At the same time, Lin Yifeng also returned home.

He just sat down and was about to drink some tea when he saw the snack box on the table. He couldn't help but frowned: "Who came here today?"

The maid replied, "It was sent by the concierge."

Lin Yifeng almost blurted out "throw it away" when he heard the maid continue, "It was said that the friend the young master brought back yesterday specially sent it to you."

Lin Yifeng dragged out his voice: "Oh, it's him."

He immediately became interested and opened the snack box.

"I want to see what you gave me."

Seeing what was inside, Lin Yifeng was stunned.

Naizi?

There is still Nai Zi at this time?

However, nashi can be stored for a long time. If the weather is cold, it is no problem to keep it for a whole winter.

He picked up the pear, bent down and smelled it, and the sweet fruity aroma filled his nose.

Lin Yifeng was very sure that this was Nai Zi.

Although he couldn't eat it every day when he was in the capital, he could try it every now and then, so he would definitely not make a mistake between pear and sand apple.

He looked at two more items.

Each snack on the tray was only the size of a copper coin, emitting an enticing aroma, as if urging him to "taste me, taste me".

Lin Yifeng has been a picky eater since he was a child and is not very interested in sweets.

But this dessert is so delicious, with a slightly burnt aroma and a hint of milky flavor.

He couldn't resist the temptation, picked up a piece, hesitated for a moment and took a bite.

The edges of the biscuits are slightly crispy, while the middle is soft and delicate, with distinct layers of taste, and it is so delicious that you can't stop eating.

One piece after another, until he reached out and touched nothing, then looked down and saw that the tray was empty.

Lin Yifeng couldn't believe it. He finished eating so quickly?

It's too stingy to just give this little.

He then went to look at another kind of tea, which was packed in a sealed oil paper bag and weighed about half a pound.

When I opened it, it turned out to be Baihao Yinzhen, and the quality was quite good.

Lin Yifeng was very puzzled. The man didn't look very rich and couldn't even afford books, so how could he get these good things?

He didn't like tea very much, so he told the maid, "Give all this tea to my father."

Worried that County Magistrate Lin might misunderstand, he added, "Don't tell me who sent it."