Dressed as a little girl from the era, the rough guy in the village is so flirtatious

Chapter 42 Making Tofu
"Then who can say for sure?" The old aunt waved her hand.

"Oh, my grandson came home to have dinner with me. I have to go and we'll talk later." She heard her grandson calling her from a distance. She had to go back early!

"Mom, where did you put the brine you left yesterday?" Lin Shiru took the vinegar and poured it into the barrel to prepare the brine.

The brine this time is simple, just add vinegar, salt and water and mix well.

There is still some brine left over from yesterday, so why not just add it in today?

Boil the soy milk water, filter it and then boil it again. Finally, it is time for Lin Shiru to add brine.

I saw her confident, scooping up a ladle of brine and pouring it down bit by bit along the edge of the pot.

Soon, the soy milk water turned into snowflakes. After a few minutes, Lin Shiru beat up the tofu and filtered the brine. What was left was the tofu. He pressed the wrapped tofu with something and it took a while to take shape.

The filtered brine can be kept in its entirety for next use.

Of course, no matter whether you are soaking beans, grinding beans, or making soy milk, there must be no oily smell.

The tofu this time is obviously different from yesterday's, and the molding speed is much faster than yesterday's.

Liu Cuihua prepared dinner neatly, and the family sat together in the yard to try the tofu for the second time.

Seeing the clear and tender white pieces in the pot, and smelling the fragrance of tofu, Lin Shiru could already feel that the tofu was ready today.

Lin Shiru took the chopsticks and put the tender tofu into the bowls of the two elders.

"Dad, Mom, let's give it a try! The tofu made this time will definitely be fine!" Lin Shiru looked confident.

"Yan'er is right! Come on, old man, let's try it." Liu Cuihua laughed and put the smooth tofu into her mouth with chopsticks.

Lin Shiru watched the two people's reactions eagerly. In the 70s, there were not as many seasonings and dishes as there are in modern times.

Mother Lin just brushed a thin layer of oil with lard, and then put tofu and vegetable leaves in to make a pot of soup.

This kind of soup is bland but retains the original flavor of tofu. "Yan'er, this!" Liu Cuihua was shocked, then reached out and picked up a piece of tofu and put it into her mouth.

"Yan'er, is this really the tofu we made from beans?" Lin Aiguo put down his chopsticks and couldn't believe it. Is it so easy to make tofu?

The two brothers next to me who were eager to try it also took their chopsticks and couldn't wait to pick up the tofu and put it in their mouths.

"Wow, my little sister is really made into tofu!"

"This texture, this taste!" Lin Baoping burst into tears of emotion.

Lin Shiru's eyes twitched when she saw the second brother's expression of crying without asking for money.

Ah Wei, it’s not that big of a deal, it’s just a piece of tofu!

"Little sister! You are really a genius!" Lin Baohua put a piece of tofu into Lin Shiru's bowl and gave her a thumbs up.

When it was done, Lin Shiru pursed her lips and smiled, then ate a piece of tofu.

There will be no shortage of tofu at home in the future!
One night passed, it was dark, and Lin Shiru was woken up by the noise outside the house.

Stretched, yawned and went out, and then saw people standing inside and outside the courtyard.

kindness? !Why are there so many people!

Lin Shiru turned around and went into the house. After finishing her clothes and making sure there was nothing wrong, she went out again.

"Yan'er! You've got it figured out!" The person who came was none other than Aunt Shi, the warm-hearted woman who had been grinding tofu with Lin Shiru before.

"Aunt Shi, what are you doing?" Even if it was made into tofu, there was no need to wait at her door early in the morning. Lin Shiru was confused.

(End of this chapter)