Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 228 Tofu
Walking to the side of the pot, Zhao Wenzhuo was also taken aback by looking at the nearly large pot of soy milk, "Hey, why did you get so much soy milk?"

"I haven't eaten tofu for a while, and suddenly I want to eat tofu. The soybeans I soaked were intended to be used for making miso, but I happened to find a small stone mill from the waste collection station today, so this is not a good idea. Are you going to make tofu?" Zhang Yu replied calmly.

It's just that when I said it, I reversed the order of doing things, reversed the order of soaking soybeans and washing them in a small stone mill.

The art of having to speak the language is simply to reverse what has to be said and the emphasis changes.

While the two were talking, a thick layer of oily skin formed on the soy milk. Zhang Yu picked out the oily skin with chopsticks.

Zhao Wenzhuo looked at the oily skin that was picked out, and praised: "This is good, this is delicious, Xiaoyu, see if you can pick out two more layers, and then I will make delicious ones for you."

"Okay, it must be done!" After listening to his little uncle's words, Zhang Yu picked out two or three oil skins one after another.

It was only when Zhao Wenzhuo said that it would not taste good to pick tofu any more.

Zhang Yu saw that the soy milk was almost cooked and completely cooked, so he filled a bowl for Zhao Wenzhuo first, then found a small pot, and filled a pot full of soy milk.

These soy milks are prepared for other people in the family to drink when they come back.

Zhao Wenzhuo took the soy milk handed over by Zhang Yu, ignored the hotness, and took a sip from the side of the bowl. While relishing the taste of soy milk, he couldn't help giving Zhang Yu a thumbs up, and praised: "Xiaoyu is amazing, this soy milk It tastes better than the ones I bought outside."

"That's not true, how much water is added to the soy milk outside, how much water is added to my soy milk, my soy milk is much thicker than the one sold outside." Zhang Yu said proudly, then looked at Zhao Wenzhuo's almost empty bowl, Quickly fill him up again.

He also took out a bowl, sat around the pot and drank contentedly.

It’s still a bit cold in Beijing, where the first month of the month has passed, and it’s also a pleasure to sit around the pot and drink warm soy milk.

Zhao Wenzhuo drank three bowls of soy milk in a row by the side of the pot, and then put down the bowl with satisfaction, rejecting Zhang Yu's idea of ​​scooping up another bowl for him.

Touching his stomach in satisfaction: "It's been a long time since I drank so much soy milk."

There is another sentence that has not been said, that is, it has been a long time since I drank so full.

In order for his wife and children to eat more, he now basically eats [-]% full every day, and dare not eat any more.

After drinking the soy milk, Zhao Wenzhuo looked at Zhang Yu again, "Xiaoyu, let me light the fire."

"Okay, the little uncle will help me light the fire first, and I will prepare some things for tofu."

Among white vinegar, brine, and gypsum, Zhang Yu chose the white vinegar. After all, making tofu was a sudden decision on his part. He didn’t prepare the gypsum in advance. He was going to order it soon, and he didn’t have time to buy gypsum again.

As for the brine, it’s somewhat poisonous. It’s his first time making tofu, so he can’t handle the amount of brine well. In the hospital, it's not worth it.

So although he thinks the tofu ordered in brine will taste better, he still thinks that he should use white vinegar first when ordering tofu this time.

As for the brine, wait for the next time, wait for the next time he inquires about the information and then ask a professional person, and then use the brine to order tofu after he has experience.

Now, for the sake of his family's life and safety, he, a novice, should use some white vinegar first.

After the temperature of the soy milk in the pot dropped a little, Zhang Yu began to prepare some tofu.

Adjust the white vinegar water according to the ratio of 1:1, then use a spoon to hold the white vinegar water and gently push it away in the pot, so that every part of the soy milk is covered with white vinegar water.

Then I saw that the soy milk was congealing rapidly. After standing still for a while, the bean curd that had congealed came out. Zhang Yu used a colander to block it, and scooped out the excess water and put it in a basin alone.

Looking at the congealed bean curd, Zhao Wenzhuo praised: "It's not bad, I didn't expect Xiaoyu to have such a skill in tofu."

Zhang Yu, who was proud of listening to his uncle's praise, was suddenly dumbfounded at this moment. He only remembered making tofu but forgot that tofu still needs molds.

This is how to do?
We've made it this far, and we can't wait any longer.

But for a while, where would he go to find molds for making tofu? Zhang Yu checked the secret space. No, there was no mold for making tofu at all.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, I checked the system space again.

After all, although he didn't miss the sign-in during this period of time, the things he signed-in were really useless, and they were all piled up in the system space.

But the last hope was lost, and there was nothing suitable for making molds in the system space.

Seeing Zhang Yu's anxious appearance, Zhao Wenzhuo hurriedly asked: "What's the matter, what happened?"

"Little uncle, I forgot to prepare the mold." Zhang Yu said angrily.

Hearing Zhang Yu's words, Zhao Wenzhuo laughed out loud, "It's not easy, don't you have a basket at home, wash it out, spread a layer of cloth that your aunt used to steam steamed buns on it, and use that as a mold .”

"Really, it's so simple, why didn't I think of it, little uncle, I'll go get the basket." Zhang Yu had already entered the room before he finished speaking.

Looking at the radish basket used to hold steamed buns in the house, Zhang Yu picked out a medium one, made gestures, and felt that it was just right for making tofu.

After cleaning the basket, spread a layer of self-cloth on it, put it on the wooden barrel, and then scoop up the coagulated bean curd with a spoon.

During the scooping process, Zhang Yu also asked Zhao Wenzhuo if he wanted to save some tofu nao for him.

Zhao Wenzhuo burped with the smell of soy milk and rejected the suggestion.

Zhang Yu didn't really want to eat tofu nao at this time, so he scooped up all of it.

Then find a wooden board and put it on it, and then press the grinding disc that was used to grind tofu just now on it.

The next step is to wait.

After waiting for about half an hour, I felt that it was almost done. Basically, there was not much water coming out. I was afraid that the taste would be bad if I pressed it, so Zhang Yu quickly took off the pressed small stone mill.

Uncover the cloth, and what you see is a basket of white and tender tofu.

After pulling out the tofu and placing it on the clean chopping board, Zhang Yu nodded in satisfaction. It seems that he is still talented in this area. He did it so well the first time he made it. He is really a genius!
At this time, Zhang Yu completely ignored the feeling of uncontrollable hands when he first started ordering tofu, but shamelessly felt that he was able to make such a complete tofu for the first time, which is really amazing!
Because the mold is made of baskets, the tofu made has the same shape as the baskets.

(End of this chapter)