Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan returned home and played with Yaya for a while.

After only two days of not seeing each other, the little girl became extremely affectionate with him. She lay on his shoulder and babbled non-stop.

Song Yan didn't understand what she said, so she just nodded and said, "Yeah, okay. Oh, our Yaya is so well behaved."

The two chatted for a long time, as if they were talking to a deaf person, but they were quite engrossed in the conversation.

The little girl has gained a lot of weight recently, probably almost 15 kilograms. My hands felt sore after holding her for a while, so I had to put her down.

Suddenly I felt my shoulder was wet. I turned around and saw that it was wet with the little girl's saliva.

Song Yan pinched her chin and carefully checked her gums: "You are drooling so much, are you going to grow teeth?"

However, after looking at it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out, so I stopped paying attention to it.

He called Erlin who was passing by and said, "Come over and hug her. I'm going to cook."

Walking into the kitchen, Song Yan counted the ingredients and found that there were still two kilograms of bean curd sheets left and not much fried tofu left, but it was enough for two meals.

As for the fermented tofu, just keep it for your own family.

Song Yan washed the chopping board, cut the fried tofu, and washed a handful of green onions.

Heat oil in a pan, add chopped onions to release the onion fragrance, then add fried tofu and stir-fry over medium heat.

In the evening, the sun sets, and the afterglow of the sunset is like molten gold scattered across the sky, and the orange-red color at the edge gradually turns into purple sunset glow.

The villagers working in the fields also walked home as the sun set. Along the way, smoke rose from the chimneys of every household.

The aroma of the food wafted out, arousing the appetite of passers-by, and their stomachs growled twice.

"Whose cooking is this? Why does it smell so good?"

One person muttered, "It doesn't smell this good usually. What happened today?"

"Hey, isn't this Quanzi's house?" Someone pushed Quanzi.

"Quanzi, didn't you say your wife's cooking is terrible? It smells so good, how can it be terrible?"

Quanzi was also wondering, his wife's cooking was usually so bad that it was inedible, could it be that she suddenly came to her senses tonight?

He entered the room, put down the hoe, and went straight into the kitchen. He saw his wife cooking with a spatula, and the aroma was wafting from the pot.

He walked closer and saw that the pot was bright yellow. He couldn't help but ask, "Wife, what is this?"

Xu was reluctant to add oil and just stir-fried it for a little while, and it became fragrant, and the pan seemed to be covered with a layer of oil.

It smells so good that my mouth is watering just by smelling it.

She was just about to pick up a piece to taste when she was startled by a sudden sound.

Xu turned around and slapped him on the arm in shame and anger: "You bastard, you walked without making any sound and scared me."

Quanzi laughed, moved closer to the pot, and took a deep breath: "It smells so good, what good stuff is this?"

Xu said, "Xiao Song brought it this afternoon. He said it was fried tofu."

Sent by Xiao Song?

Quan Zi was surprised and asked, "Why did he bring food?"

"He remembered that we helped his family some time ago, so he sent some food to express his gratitude." Xu said as she sprinkled a few grains of salt into the pot, stir-fried it briefly and served it.

"He has some conscience and still remembers our kindness." Quanzi said what was in his heart, and stretched out his hand impatiently, "Let me have a taste."

Xu caught a glimpse of his black fingers and hurriedly dodged with the plate, saying with disgust: "Your hands are so dirty, go wash your hands, and come back to eat after you have washed them!"

"Okay, okay."

After leaving the kitchen, Xu shouted loudly, "Mom, Dabao and Xiaobao! Come out to eat!"

As soon as the dishes were served, everyone quickly reached out for their chopsticks.

Quanzi stuffed a piece of fried tofu into his mouth. He gasped because it was so hot, but he was reluctant to spit it out. He also picked up a few pieces for his blind mother.

"Mom, eat quickly, this tofu is very soft."

I don’t know how this fried tofu is made, but the outer skin is slightly crispy and the inside is soft. Even an old lady with bad teeth can eat it.

The old lady responded, "Yes, okay." As she spoke, she held the bowl in one hand and groped in the bowl with chopsticks in her right hand.

Xiao Bao ate without even raising his head, mumbling, "Mmm, delicious."

Dabao said crisply: "Mom, I want to eat this again tomorrow."

"We've eaten it all tonight, and there won't be any left tomorrow," said Mrs. Xu.

"Ah!!!" Dabao let out a long sigh of regret.

Quan Zi ate three bowls of rice in a row and burped: "Uh, I haven't eaten so full in a long time."

Xu glanced at him and said, "You mean the food I usually cook is not delicious?"

Quan Zi hurriedly explained: "No, that's not what I meant."

The same conversation was happening in other families.

"We finished it in one meal. How can there be any more tomorrow?"

"Why don't we go find Xiao Song and buy two more kilograms."

"You go if you want to go. I can't afford to lose face like this."

Fried tofu with green onions, egg and bean curd soup, and a few pieces of fermented tofu.

This is the dinner for the Song brothers and sisters.

During the two days when the eldest brother was away, their living standards dropped drastically.

Although Song Yan asked Aunt Niu to help with cooking, Aunt Niu was used to being frugal and used little oil when cooking. Naturally, the food she cooked was not as fragrant as Song Yan's.

The twins didn't dislike them, but they missed their eldest brother more and more.

As soon as the dishes were cooked, Aniu brought the table and chairs over.

Uncle Niu is indeed an old carpenter with decades of experience, and his craftsmanship is simply impeccable.

The tabletop is as smooth as a mirror, flat and flawless, and the edges are carefully polished, rounded and smooth without burrs. Every seam is handled tightly, as if it is seamless.

This shows that Uncle Niu put a lot of effort into it.

This time, the family was finally able to sit down and have a peaceful meal.

The dinner table was unusually quiet. Erya wanted to speak several times, but she remembered the rule of "no talking while eating and no talking while sleeping" and swallowed her words back.

He could only look at Song Yan pitifully.

However, Song Yan pretended not to see it. She was very happy in her heart, thinking that you don't learn good things and always want to be someone else's maid.

After dinner, Song Yan poured a glass of water to rinse her mouth. When she came back, she saw Erlin cleaning up the dishes. Suddenly she remembered something and waved to him.

"Erlin, come here for a moment. I have something for you."

Erlin held the bowl and chopsticks and said, "But the bowl hasn't been washed yet."

Song Yan said, "Wash it later."

The two entered the room one after another. Song Yan took out a pile of books from under the bed, patted the books and said, "These books are for you. Take a good look at them."

Erlin was stunned for a moment, and saw that the pages of the book had been turned over, which did not look like a new book, so he asked, "Brother, where did these books come from?"

"A friend gave it to me." Song Yan said, but thought in her heart, let's just consider him a friend.

"He knew you were going to take the exam, so he gave me these books, and they contain his notes."

"He has passed the imperial examination and has no need for these books."

If Erlin had received these books a month ago, he would have treasured them, but now...

But he no longer wants to study.

Erlin moved his lips and said with difficulty: "Brother, I..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Yan knew he wanted to refuse.

Song Yan had long wanted to have an in-depth conversation with him, but Erlin seemed to be avoiding the topic and was unwilling to talk more.

Taking this opportunity, he said earnestly: "Erlin, listen to me, I know you have a knot in your heart, but it's not your fault. If it's wrong, your brother is also responsible."

"So my brother is also trying his best to make it up to you."

Erlin's expression was slightly touched, and Song Yan continued, "Brother asks you, are you willing to let all these years of hard work go to waste?"

Erlin's eyes were slightly red. He clenched his fists and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, let me think about it."

"Brother is rich now and can support your studies." Song Yan said, "Just study with peace of mind and pass the imperial examinations in the future, so that your parents can be happy in their graves."

"Erlin, believe me, they would like to see you continue studying."