Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Erlin sat quietly by the window, holding a thick medical book in both hands.

The book in his hand had been open for a long time, but his eyes had never really focused on the words. He seemed to be in a daze, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Come back to your senses." Song Yan waved her hand in front of him.

Erlin came back to his senses: "Brother."

Song Yan put her hand on his shoulder: "Stay with me and work overtime tonight."

During this period, Erlin got used to his nonsensical remarks and gradually understood the meaning of his words.

He put away his medical skills: "What is Big Brother going to do now?"

Song Yan said: "You will know in a moment."

As night falls, the oil lamps flicker in the house, and the dim light of the fire is reflected on the walls.

Taking out five pounds of flour from the rice jar, Song Yan rolled up his sleeves and began to knead the dough to make scallion pancakes, to be eaten when he went into the mountains tomorrow.

First, prepare the pastry. Put three spoons of flour in a bowl, add half of the chopped green onions, and half a spoon of salt, then pour hot oil on it to stimulate the aroma, add the other half of the chopped green onions, and stir well.

The puff pastry is now ready.

Next, start kneading the dough. Add a little salt to the flour, pour in boiling water, stir until it becomes dough, then add two spoons of lard and knead into dough.

Divide the kneaded dough into equal-sized portions, roll them into a thin layer with a rolling pin, and spread the pastry on them.

Fold it in half, flatten it, and roll it into a pancake, then you can put it in the pan and fry it.

The fresh chopped green onions emit a strong aroma when fried at high temperature, blending with the wheat aroma of the pancake crust. The tempting aroma is inhaled into the nose and goes straight to the top of the head.

The meal I had in the evening had already been digested, and the smell of the scallion oil made me even hungrier.

Erya finished washing up early in the morning and carried Yaya to the bed to play. But when she smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen, she finally couldn't help but ran into the kitchen: "Brother, what delicious food are you making?"

Song Yan replied: "Scallion pancake."

The scallion pancake's crust is fried until golden and crispy, emitting an enticing oily sheen.

The freshly baked scallion pancakes are steaming hot, each layer is as transparent as gauze, and the layers are stacked one after another, with a fragrant aroma.

Song Yan filled half a basket to keep for food when going into the mountains, and gave the rest to the brother and sister for dinner the next day.

The scallion pancake was still very hot when it came out of the pan. Erya puffed up her little face and blew on it. Then she could no longer suppress her inner desire and took a big bite.

A rich aroma of onions instantly filled her mouth. The crust of the pancake was crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, and had a faint wheat aroma.

After eating a piece of scallion pancake, Erya subconsciously reached into the basket and was knocked on by Song Yan with chopsticks.

Erya put away her claws and said aggrievedly: "Big brother..."

Song Yan said: "Each person can only eat one, otherwise there will be nothing to eat tomorrow."

Erya licked her lips, her face expectant: "Can I have five tomorrow?"

Song Yan put her hands on her hips and said, "It doesn't matter how many pieces you eat, but after lunch, you have to cook for yourself in the evening, so you should think carefully about how much you should eat at noon."

"Okay." Erya wrinkled her face and began to think hard.

It was already late, so Song Yan sent the two children to bed, then washed up and lay down as well.

The consciousness entered the space and took out three potatoes from the refrigerator.

It was late at night, and everything was silent. A crescent moon hung high in the sky like a silver hook. A gentle breeze blew, bringing a cool feeling that seemed to penetrate through the clothes and into the bone marrow.

On this quiet night, a lonely figure sat quietly on the roof.

He was dressed in black, blending in with the pitch-black night.

It was quiet all around, with only the occasional chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

He took out an oil-paper bag from his arms, with a look of disgust on his face, but he still opened it honestly, picked up a piece of pork jerky and put it into his mouth.

Although Shu Changyu looks tall, he is actually a very picky eater. He does not eat foods with strange smells such as celery and coriander. He only eats lean meat and does not eat liver or skin.

He likes fish and shrimp, but is too lazy to pick the bones. He likes light taste and can accept peppercorns.

The honey sauce spread on the pork jerky is sweet but not greasy, the aroma of sesame is elegant and lasting, the meat is firm and elastic, and it is full of meaty aroma when you chew it.

Apart from his good looks, that guy doesn't seem to be useless at all.

Before I knew it, I had finished the whole bag of pork jerky and the burning sensation in my stomach was relieved.

Maybe I can get some good sleep tonight.

There was no clock at this time, and Song Yan had no way of determining the time. Having not slept well the previous night, he estimated that it was almost the hour of Yin. He struggled to open his eyelids and got up.

After washing up, he packed the scallion pancakes he had made last night, took out the water bag used by Song's father, filled it with boiled water, took the hatchet, picked up the backpack, and prepared to set off.

He closed the door gently, turned around and left.

Suddenly, Erlin's voice came from behind: "Brother."

Song Yan urged him to go back: "It's still early, go back and rest."

Erlin said softly, "Brother, come back soon."

After saying this, he did not go back to lie down, but watched Song Yan's back as she left.

He lay back on bed after Song Yan left, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

When he closed his eyes, the question his elder brother asked him kept coming to his mind.

"Are you willing?"

He was not reconciled.

He had made up his mind and decided to tell his eldest brother his decision when he came back.

The night was as dark as ink, so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Song Yan walked in fear.

The last time he went out in the middle of the night, Aniu was with him and he was not afraid. But now he was alone and he couldn't help feeling a little suspicious.

"Wang Wang!"

The barking of a dog not far away dispelled the fear in his heart.

Walk to the fork in the road at the entrance of the village and follow the path in to reach Xiaoli Village.

On the way, they had to pass a bare hillside, and Song Yan suddenly remembered that there were many lonely graves in this area.

It didn't seem like anything when I passed by during the day, but at night it became eerie.

In just this short journey, Song Yan regretted countless times.

He muttered to himself, wondering why he should agree to Shu Changyu.

If he doesn't want to go, then he won't go. What else can he do to himself?

Song Yan's pace became faster and faster, and in the end she almost ran.

There is a small forest in front, and after passing the forest you will reach Xiaoli Village.

After entering the grove, he stopped to catch his breath.

Oh my god, that's so scary.

“You’re walking so slowly.”

A voice suddenly sounded above her head, and Song Yan was so scared that she almost jumped up.

When he came to his senses, he felt that the voice sounded familiar. He asked in a trembling voice: "Shu, Shu Changyu?"

Then, a dark shadow was seen jumping down from the tree.

"With just this little courage, you still dare to go into the mountains?"

Song Yan was a little annoyed: "It was you who asked me to come, but now that I'm here you look down on me. Is it easy for me to get up so early?"

There was a hint of laughter in Shu Changyu's voice: "So aggrieved?"

Song Yan raised her voice: "Who is wronged?"

Shu Changyu said as he walked, "Let's go. If you keep arguing, it will be dawn soon. Are you going to enter the mountain or not?"

He walked briskly in front. Song Yan felt a little awkward, but still quickened her pace to catch up.

Song Yan asked in confusion: "Are you waiting for me here on purpose?"

Shu Changyu replied casually: "No, I'm just looking at the moonlight."

Seeing that he was still saying one thing and thinking another, Song Yan pursed her lips and smiled.

With Shu Changyu's company, the fear in his heart was much lessened.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Shu Changyu suddenly stopped and threw something into his arms: "This is anthelmintic. Take it with you. There are many insects and snakes on the mountain. I will not be responsible if you get bitten."

When Song Yan heard this, he quickly tied the insect repellent bag around his waist and tied a knot for fear that it would fall off.

The night is like thick ink that cannot be dissolved. You can’t see the road under your feet at all, especially the rugged mountain roads.

Song Yan was tripped by a stone, staggered, and almost fell flat on her face.

Looking at Shu Changyu in front of him, he seemed to be walking on flat ground.

"Walk slower." Song Yan staggered after him.

Shu Changyu stopped and waited for him to come closer. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed his arm, saying, "You can't even walk properly."