Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The next day, just as the sky was turning pale, Song Yan almost couldn't get out of bed, and she got up entirely by sheer willpower.

He squatted at the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, brushed his teeth slowly, then splashed his face with cold water before he completely woke up.

There was no time to make breakfast, so he hurriedly gave Erlin some instructions and went to Zhang Zhengming's house to get the tofu.

When I came back, Erlin had already lit the fire.

I made a simple egg noodle dumpling soup and started to get busy after eating.

I poured the lard I boiled yesterday into the pot, but it still felt like it was not enough, so I poured all the lard I boiled before into the pot, and it was just barely enough.

When the oil temperature gradually heats up, put the cut tender tofu into the pan and start frying.

Erlin helped by cutting the tofu into small pieces.

With his help, Song Yan only had to fry the tofu without being too busy.

Song Yan's hands were almost sore from frying pot after pot of fried tofu.

By around 9-11 a.m., the kilograms of tofu were finally fried.

Song Yan shook his sore wrist and thought to himself that he would never take on such tiring work again.

If the village chief's wife had not asked him to do so, and it was the village chief's sixtieth birthday, he would not have had the leisure to make trouble for himself.

In addition to the ten pounds of fried tofu that the village chief's wife wanted, he fried a few more pounds, left one pound for himself, and gave half a pound to the Niu family.

I will go to Xiaoli Village in the afternoon and give some to Brother He, and another half a pound to the owner of the puppies.

It’s almost divided.

Song Yan delivered ten kilograms of fried tofu to the village chief's house.

Before entering the door, I heard bursts of talking and laughing coming from inside.

He stood at the door and looked into the yard.

I saw several aunts sitting together, helping to wash and cut vegetables skillfully.

While they were busy with their work, they were also chatting about family matters, with laughter rising one after another.

At this time, Uncle Dazhu's wife Aunt Sun saw him and asked, "Why is Xiao Song here?"

Song Yan smiled and then explained, "I'm here to deliver something to Aunt Qian."

The village chief’s wife’s surname is Qian.

"What did you deliver?" Aunt Sun wiped her hands, walked over and glanced at his backpack.

Aunt Sun was shocked when she saw this. She exclaimed, "So much fried tofu."

Song Yan said: "Aunt Qian asked me to help do it."

Hearing this, Aunt Sun lowered her voice and asked, "She asked you to do so much, but did you give her money?"

"I gave it to you." Song Yan also said quietly.

"That's good." Aunt Sun pointed to the kitchen, "She's in there, just go in and find her."

There was a stove outside the kitchen, and a short and fat man was preparing the ingredients. He was probably the hired chef.

Song Yan entered the kitchen and saw the village head's wife busy kneading dough, and her two sisters-in-law were helping to steam buns.

One of them is Ge, and the other is probably the second daughter-in-law Zhou.

Zhou was plump, with a ruddy complexion and a kind look between her eyebrows.

Her hair was combed neatly and tied up with a hairpin. She was wearing a light blue dress. Although the style was simple, it was very clean and tidy.

Compared with her, Mrs. Ge looked particularly old.

After all, one just stays at home to take care of the husband and children, while the other works in the fields all day long under the sun and rain. Isn't there a big difference?

Song Yan put down the backpack and said, "Aunt, the fried tofu is ready. There are exactly ten pounds of it."

He specially borrowed a scale from the Niu family to weigh the weight, and was sure it was accurate to one or two ounces.

I wanted to find something to put it in, but then I looked around and saw that all the utensils in the kitchen were filled with meat and vegetables, leaving no place left to put anything else.

The village chief's wife said, "Just put it there."

Song Yan said, "I'll come get the backpack later."

After delivering the fried tofu, he felt it was inconvenient to stay any longer, so he said, "Then I'll go back first."

As soon as Song Yan left, Ge quickly walked over and looked at the fried tofu in the basket: "Mom, why did he bring fried tofu again?"

"I bought it from him. Please keep your voice down so your father doesn't hear it. Your father won't let me waste this money." The village chief's wife warned.

Mrs. Ge muttered, "Dad will know when we have dinner later."

The village head's wife continued kneading the dough: "Your father likes to eat it. When he is happy, he won't say anything."

At this time, Zhou couldn't help but speak, and her voice was also soft: "Mom, what on earth is this fried tofu?"

Why did you spend money to buy it?

Erhe from their family got up early this morning and rushed to the pork stall to buy ten kilograms of pork.

I've never seen my mother so happy.

Mrs. Ge covered her mouth and pretended to be surprised: "Xiu Lian, you don't know this even though you live in town?"

"What do you know?"

Mrs. Ge chuckled and said, "It's said to be a popular food in the county, but you haven't even tried it."

Zhou's face changed, and she said reluctantly, "If you haven't seen it, then you haven't seen it. What's so strange about it?"

At this time, the village head's wife scolded: "You two are still chatting, hurry up and work, don't dawdle."

As soon as the mother-in-law spoke, the two daughters-in-law who were competing with each other immediately stopped and lowered their heads to work.

When Song Yan returned home, she was so sleepy that she lay down and took a nap. When she woke up, it was already noon.

Then she cooked some food. After the brothers and sisters had eaten, Song Yan picked up the basket and hurried out.

To be honest, he was a little curious about what banquets were like in ancient times, so he passed by the village chief's house on purpose.

At a glance, you can see several tables and chairs neatly arranged in the yard.

Every table was filled with people, some standing or squatting chatting.

Due to the large number of people, the yard could not accommodate so many tables and chairs, so the villagers simply moved some tables to the roadside.

This makes the whole scene even more lively.

The village chief was highly respected in the village, and it was his sixtieth birthday, so almost every household sent people to congratulate him.

Even Zhang's daughter, who had married far away, came specially to attend the birthday party.

From afar, he saw Zhang Jiqing greeting guests with an elegant smile on his face, which was completely different from his previous sarcastic look in front of him.

He thought to himself: This guy is quite good at pretending.

He walked quickly for nearly quarter of an hour before reaching the entrance of Xiaoli Village. When he arrived, he saw a figure squatting on the side of the road.

He glanced at it, not daring to confirm whether it was He Fang, and called out cautiously, "Brother He?"

The figure turned around and waved at him: "Come on, I've been waiting for you for a long time. My wife is going back by car first."

Song Yan walked up and apologized, "I'm sorry, Brother He, I'm late. I just took a nap and didn't pay attention to the time."

"It's okay, I didn't have to wait long." He Fang said nonchalantly.

Then he asked him with a gossipy look on his face, "I heard that your village chief's 60th birthday is today. How many people went?"

Song Yan was embarrassed: "There are quite a lot of people here, I didn't count them, probably around a hundred."

He Fang said mysteriously: "My wife's uncle's sister-in-law is from your village. I just saw her coming from your village. I guess she secretly went back to have a feast."

Song Yan: “Ah?”

He Fang said: "She is also the cousin of your village chief."

The two chatted about gossip and soon arrived at He Fang's wife's parents' home.

Because they took a shortcut, they didn't meet anyone else on the way.

They all arrived at the gate of Yue's house, and He Fang had to go in and say hello.

Song Yan said that he would not go in, and then he took out two packages of fried tofu and pork jerky wrapped in oil paper from the basket.

"Brother He, this is for you and sister-in-law. I made it myself. Take it and eat it."

He reminded her secretly: "This package contains pork jerky. You can eat it as a snack."

He Fang was indeed a smart man. He understood immediately after hearing it. He put the pork jerky into his sleeve and said in a low voice, "I'll secretly give it to your sister-in-law later."

He Fang came out not long after he went in, and his wife came out with him.

He Fang's wife's surname is Li. She has a dignified manner and her appearance is not outstanding, but her temperament is gentle and graceful. You can tell at a glance that she is a person with a good temper.

"Sister-in-law." Song Yan called politely.

Li smiled and said, "You must be Xiao Song, right? He Fang in our family often mentions you at home. You too, it's not the first day you've known him, so why did you bring a gift?"

"Don't be so polite next time."

Song Yan quickly said yes.

He Fang said, "Wife, let's take him to see the puppies first."

Li smiled at him and then led them the way: "They live in the front, their surname is Shu, they are outsiders..."

Hearing this, Song Yan paused.

Wait, Xiaoli Village, surnamed Shu, outsider.

Isn’t this the heroine’s house?

Looking at the gate of the yard in front, if he said he wanted to go back now, would it be too late?