The Vicious Fat Wife Dressed as a Disabled General

Chapter 214 Making Tofu

It has been five or six hours since the soybeans were soaked in the afternoon. Jiang Zhinuan picked up a handful and looked at it. Although it was not completely soaked, it was almost done. If you don’t do it again, the tofu will not be ready tomorrow. Jiang Zhinuan Nuan decided not to wait any longer, just scooped up the beans and ground them.

It’s just that this stone mill is not the same as a stone mill. It was not a professional tofu grinder, but after Jiang Zhinuan’s transformation, a small hole was cut out on the edge of the stone mill so that the bean dregs and soy milk produced by grinding It can flow down the small hole into the wooden barrel on the side.

"This physical work, let me do it."

Jiang Zhinuan was not polite to Zhang Shuangzhu, so two people had to divide the work of grinding the beans, one was responsible for spreading the beans, and the other pushed the mill.

Soaked beans are easy to crush, and it doesn't take much effort.

Jiang Zhinuan swept the crushed bean juice mixed with bean dregs into the next wooden barrel along the small hole, and within an hour, all the soybeans were crushed.

"Thank you, Brother Shuangzhu."

Zhang Shuangzhu wiped the sweat off his head and smiled naively: "It's not hard, what should I do next?"

Jiang Zhinuan took out the prepared gauze: "Let's filter it first, and filter out the bean dregs."

There were no extra tools, so Jiang Zhinuan took a sip out of the big iron pot, stood directly beside the stove, scooped the ground bean dregs and soy milk directly into the gauze cloth with a gourd ladle, let the bean juice filter down, and left the bean dregs.

This process also lasted for about a cup of tea. After finally twisting the bean dregs in the gauze cloth, Jiang Zhinuan was already too tired to straighten up.

Di Qing watched from the side, his eyes filled with distress.

"What else to do? Let me do it."

Jiang Zhinuan turned his head and gave him a reassuring smile: "I still need to burn the fire, and the fire will help me boil this soy milk."

Di Qing was a little disappointed, he seemed to be sitting here motionless and lighting the fire, and he couldn't help him with anything else.

Uncle came up with the slaughtered chickens and ducks, and washed them with clean mountain spring water next to the kitchen before putting them on the table: "It's all done, what else is there to do?"

Jiang Zhinuan shook his head quickly: "Uncle, go back and rest, there's nothing to do, we'll wait for the soy milk in this pot to boil, and then go to rest." After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhang Shuangzhu and told him to go to rest too.

There was no electricity in ancient times, and they were used to working at sunrise and resting day in and day out. Jiang Zhinuan calculated the time, and it is almost early morning now. Seeing the faces of uncle and brother Shuangzhu Already showing signs of fatigue.

"You and Di Qing go to rest, and I'll cook the pot."

"Uncle, hurry up and go to rest with Brother Shuangzhu, there are things you need to help with tomorrow, I will go to bed when the boil boils, it won't be long."

Seeing Jiang Zhinuan's insistence, my uncle could only go back to rest with Zhang Shuangzhu first.

Uncle Zhang slept in a room with two beds, specially for his father and son, next to his uncle's room.

Uncle took a bed from his own room and handed it to Zhang Shuangzhu: "It's not cold, let's make do."

Jiang Zhinuan was a little regretful. Why did he forget to buy ready-made bedding and quilts when he went to town today? Although the price is expensive, it will take less than half a year to do it after his own cotton grows. There is no quilt for the guests, which is poor hospitality.

It seems that we still have to find time to continue to pluck duck feathers, and we have to make two of the free eiderdown quilts first.

Di Qing felt sorry for Jiang Zhinuan who had been working all day: "Just wait for the pot to boil, and I can do it myself."

Jiang Zhinuan filled another iron pot with water and started to boil it. After a busy day, she sweated a lot. She had to take a hot bath before going to bed.

There is the most critical step in making tofu, which is not just about boiling the soy milk.

She didn't make much tofu, and the speed was very fast. After scooping off the steaming foam in the pot bit by bit, the soy milk boiled away.

Jiang Zhinuan took a bowl, scooped out a large spoonful, then took out the white sugar from the seasoning bought today, squeezed it in, stirred it with a spoon, and handed it to Di Qing.

"Drink and warm your body."

"I'm not cold." Di Qing didn't move much all night, and kept lighting a fire in front of the stove. It was indeed not cold, even a little hot and thirsty.

"Then you drink to quench your thirst."

Holding a bowl of milky white soup in his hand, Di Qing was a little stunned: "Is this tofu? It looks very similar to goat's milk."

"This is soy milk." Jiang Zhinuan suddenly felt that the ancients were very pitiful, and he had never seen or drunk these most common things: "Try it quickly, it is delicious. When you have time in the future, I will drink it every morning." I will cook soy milk for you."

Di Qing raised her eyebrows, drinking this every morning?
This procedure takes several hours to drink every morning, which is too troublesome.

Jiang Zhinuan kept staring at him, so he had no choice but to put the bowl to his mouth, and first took a sip. The mellow aroma of beans and the sweetness of slightly white sugar was a taste he had never tried before. It was very smooth and delicious. full-bodied.

"How about it?"

Di Qing nodded: "It's a taste that I've never tried before. It's very good. Let's save some for everyone to drink together tomorrow."

"Drink tofu nao tomorrow morning, soy milk can be another day, overnight soy milk is not good."

"Tofu brain again?"

These new terms one after another made Di Qing's head overwhelmed, but Jiang Zhinuan didn't explain in detail, only that he would know tomorrow.

She melted the lime prepared today with warm water, poured a little into the wooden basin next to it, then scooped the boiling soybean milk into the wooden basin, and finally poured all the remaining lime water into it and stirred it evenly .

Then pour all the soy milk with lime water back into the pot, and instruct Di Qing to continue to burn the fire.

It was originally boiled soy milk, but because of the addition of lime water and Jiang Zhinuan's constant stirring, it slowly condensed into lumps.

Di Qing was very surprised when he saw it. It was just a pot of soup, but it changed its shape right under his nose.

Jiang Zhinuan told him to turn down the heat, and soon there was a layer of light yellow glue floating on the top of the pot. Jiang Zhinuan took a look, and immediately went to find a long stick: "Don't worry, I'll get some yuba. Save it for later."

"Yuba?" Before Di Qing could react, Jiang Zhinuan had already put a long stick into the pot: "Be careful!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhinuan had already picked up the pale yellow jelly with a long stick, went directly to the yard and hung it on the clothesline, and repeated it three or four times before stopping.

"Okay, that's all. It's enough for us to eat a few meals. The tofu should be old after fishing like this for a while."

Jiang Zhinuan spread the gauze into the wooden basin, and then took out all the contents of the pot, then took the wooden bucket, filled it with water, and put the grate on it.

The bean juice with white flowers was squeezed out along the wooden basin. Di Qing wanted to pick it up with a bowl, but was stopped by Jiang Zhinuan: "Now this is undrinkable, and lime water has been added. Don't worry about it, let it drink on its own." Just solidify."

Di Qing was a little dazed. It was the first time he had seen Jiang Zhinuan do these things, and he found them very novel.

"It's getting late, go back to the room and sleep quickly, I'll go wash up, and I'll be right back."

Di Qing could only nod, watching Jiang Zhinuan take the hot water bucket to the bathroom, and then rocked his wheelchair to the yard to wait.

(End of this chapter)