Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The last rays of sunset shone into the yard, and the Shu family sat around the stone table, enjoying dinner.

Occasionally a breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness, making people feel very comfortable.

"Changyu's friend?" Shu Changwen looked surprised and turned to look at the person opposite him.

Shu Changyu looked lazy. He picked up the dishes in the bowl with chopsticks. He had no appetite to eat. He only picked up two pieces of fried tofu and put down his chopsticks.

He raised his eyes and looked at his eldest brother, too lazy to explain that they were not friends.

Mrs. Wu said, "That's right, he has beautiful hands and good craftsmanship."

"Oh?" Shu Changwen asked with interest, "Then I'd like to try it and see how it tastes."

When I reached out my chopsticks to pick up some food, I found that most of the fried tofu had been eaten. Then I looked at my parents, who were eating with gusto.

Noticing his gaze, Shu's mother quickly took away another piece of fried tofu and said, "Look at what I'm doing. Eat it quickly, or the vegetables will be gone."

Even the son had his mouth full of rice grains: "Mom, this tofu is delicious."

Well, he had to try it to see if it was really that delicious.

Shu Changwen picked up the last piece of fried tofu and tasted it. It was soft and tasted really good.

Mrs. Wu said, "Xiao Song's cooking skills are beyond reproach. You have never tasted the pork he cooks. The taste is simply amazing."

Shu Changwen raised his eyebrows. It seemed that his wife was very satisfied with this man named "Xiao Song".

He asked, "What is he doing here?"

Mrs. Wu smiled and said, "Come and see the puppies. He took away the fattest one in the litter."

After hearing this, Shu Changwen felt a little relieved. It seemed that he was not one of those playboys who were only attracted by beauty.

Ever since Changyu grew up, many men have come to her house to propose marriage, and even some ruffians have been harassing her.

If he was really a girl, Shu Changwen would probably be worried and afraid for a long time.

But he was a genuine man, nine feet tall, strong enough to lift a tripod, and could kill a cow with one punch.

What he needed to worry about was how to destroy the body if Changyu really beat someone to death.

Since that incident, Changyu's personality has changed dramatically.

Occasionally, one could glimpse a hint of ruthlessness in his scarlet eyes, as if there was a kind of madness that was determined to destroy everything.

This made Shu Changwen frightened, fearing that he would do something terrible.

In the years that followed, everyone in the family coaxed him carefully.

Then, after a few more years, the anger in his heart gradually subsided and he was no longer so gloomy.

His father no longer restricted him, but instead encouraged him to go out and make friends, even if people gossiped about him.

As for reputation, their family doesn't care.

As long as I can live in peace, it is enough.

He was already a teenager when Shu Changyu was born, so he naturally knew everything, including Changyu's life experience and why he was raised as a girl.

However, he could not say anything, and even to his wife, who had slept with him for more than ten years, he remained silent.

Outsiders might be confused by Shu Changyu's handsome appearance and unable to distinguish his gender, but how could Mrs. Wu, who lives with him day and night, not be able to tell?

When Mrs. Wu came in, he was only a few years old, with very delicate eyebrows and eyes. He wore a red jacket with small sleeves and a white long skirt. His hair was tied into small braids and he wore a headdress. He looked like a pretty little girl.

Little Changyu was cute and quiet, and often sat in front of the chessboard to entertain herself, or gently stroked the guqin, playing a tune intermittently.

Different from other girls in the same village who had to share housework as soon as they were old enough to understand, Xiao Changyu was more like a rich lady who grew up in the boudoir.

She also noticed that there was something strange about the Shu family.

Although Mrs. Wu had her doubts in her heart, this marriage was arranged for her by her grandfather, and she believed that her grandfather would not harm her.

She had been married for many years but had not given birth to any children, but her parents-in-law always treated her the same as before. This made her gradually let down her guard, truly integrate into the Shu family, and love Xiao Changyu as her own daughter.

But as little Changyu grew older, Mrs. Wu realized that something was wrong.

When the woman reached the age of 19, she had her menstruation every month. She observed for a while but had never seen Shu Changyu use a menstrual belt.

Moreover, from childhood to adulthood, his clothes were always washed by his mother Shu.

It was not until his voice became hoarse and low that Mrs. Wu became more certain of her guess.

She also tried to ask her husband in a tactful way, but he kept his mouth shut and refused to reveal a single word.

No matter what, the feelings of more than ten years are real, and I still love her even if she is a man.

Just looking at his handsome face, Mrs. Wu would sometimes feel sad.

Her sister-in-law from her natal family repeatedly asked her about her "sister-in-law's" marriage.

What else can she say?

Should I tell her the truth that my "sister-in-law" is actually a man?

It seemed that my father-in-law had already made arrangements for Changyu's marriage.

Mrs. Wu simply pretended to be deaf and dumb and pretended not to know anything.

After dinner, Father Shu said, "Changyu, you have to go into the mountains tomorrow, so go to bed early tonight."

Shu Changyu replied lazily: "Yeah."

As the last ray of sunset disappeared, night fell quietly, like a huge black curtain slowly pulled down from the horizon, covering the entire village.

After dinner, Song Yan took Yaya out for a walk. There were vegetables and flowers planted in the yard, so there was really no place to walk, so they could only walk outside.

As I walked, I accidentally walked too far. Then I remembered that I had not taken my backpack back from the village chief's house. I had to carry it into the mountains tomorrow, so I went to the village chief's house.

The banquet was over, the guests left, and only a mess was left on the ground.

Zhang Jiqing returned all the borrowed tables and chairs and went home, when he caught a glimpse of a man peeking at the door.

He moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw the little baby in his arms, he swallowed the words back and snorted.

Song Yan heard it with sharp ears and was speechless. She wanted to ask him: Are you a humming weirdo? All you do is hum all day long.

Suddenly Zhang Jiqing came over and asked, "My mother told me that you made the fried tofu?"

Song Yan's mouth twitched, and he asked, "So what?"

Hearing his stiff tone, Zhang Jiqing said a little uncomfortably: "Since you have learned this craft, then do it well and don't do those crooked things in the future."

Song Yan was slightly stunned. She didn't expect him to say this.

Although his words were a bit harsh, one could tell that he meant no harm.

"We used to..."

Zhang Jiqing's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked a little angry and embarrassed.

I only heard him continue: "Is there a festival?"

Zhang Jiqing's face instantly turned pale: "No, we were not familiar with each other before."

Song Yan scratched his head. Well, he was overthinking it and thought that the original owner had offended him.

But if they didn't have a festival together, why did Zhang Jiqing always look disgusted every time he saw him?

Then he thought that the original owner had a bad reputation and was despised by everyone in the village.

It is normal that Zhang Jiqing, a noble scholar, is unwilling to associate with him.

Song Yan didn't think any more and said, "The basket of fried tofu is still in your kitchen this morning. Can you help me get it?"

"Wait a minute." Zhang Jiqing said and turned into the kitchen.

Not long after, he came out carrying a backpack.

Song Yan took the backpack and said, "Thank you."

He was about to go back, but Zhang Jiqing stopped him again and asked tentatively, "You really don't remember..."

Song Yan suddenly opened her eyes wide: "Remember what?"

Did they really have a festival together before?

Zhang Jiqing suddenly stopped talking: "It's okay."

Song Yan rolled her eyes silently. She hated people who only spoke half of their sentences the most.