happy fisherman

Chapter 68 A Thousand Sheets (3)

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"This is tofu nao." Feng smiled and filled three bowls with sugar for his children to taste.

It was the first time for Baimanchuan and Mancang to eat this food, and they finished a bowl of tofu nao after three or five visits.

Bai Beibei tasted it slowly. After eating, she couldn't help admiring her mother's craftsmanship in her heart. It wasn't that she was partial, but that the tofu nao made by her mother was more pure and bean-flavored than the ones she ate in her previous life. Fragrant.

Bo Beibei came back to her senses and saw that her mother was about to start making tofu, so she hurriedly said, "Mom, save half of it and try making thousands of sheets."

"How do you remember those thousand sheets?"

"Probably remember, let's try."

Feng first spread a large piece of mesh cloth in the tofu mould, then poured the tofu nao into the mould, then folded the excess mesh cloth over the tofu, and finally pressed the mold lid on the tofu nao.

After everything was done, Feng pressed the big weight at home on the mold cover.

"Mother, why did you put the weight on it?" Bai Manchuan asked in confusion. It was the first time he had seen his mother make tofu, and it didn't look too difficult.

"In this way, the tofu can be formed by pressing it." Feng explained.

Bo Beibei took out the washed old coarse cloth, put one end of the cloth in a thousand-sheet mould, and asked his mother to pour a layer of starch on it. After pouring the slurry, Bo Beibei slowly returned the old coarse cloth in his hand. Fold it, cover the first layer of paste, and then let Feng pour a layer of paste on the second layer of old coarse cloth, and repeat this dozens of times until the old coarse cloth is rolled up before pressing the lid of the thousand-sheet mold.

"Mom, we need to put heavy objects on it," Bai Beibei said.

There is only one weight at home that has been used to press tofu, so Feng had to use a large basin filled with water to press on it.

It was getting late at this time, but no one felt sleepy. Half an hour later, Bai Beibei couldn't bear to take away the basin of water and took out a stack of old coarse cloth from the mold.

Feng Shi held her breath and watched as Bo Beibei opened the first layer of old coarse cloth and took out the first thousand sheets.

Mrs. Feng carefully took the thousand sheets from her daughter's hand, flipped through them carefully, and said in surprise after a while, "It's really the same as tofu, but it's much thinner than tofu."

"Mother, it looks similar, but the way of making Qianzhang is completely different from the taste of eating it." Bai Beibei said as he tore off a corner and put it in his mouth to taste.

After chewing a few times, Bai Beibei frowned.

"What's wrong?" Feng Shi took her daughter's expression into her eyes and thought something was wrong.

"Maybe it wasn't pressed long enough, or the pot of water wasn't heavy enough, and the taste of this thousand sheets isn't very good." Bo Beibei frowned dissatisfied.

"I'll taste it." Feng Shi also tore off a small piece and tasted it.

After swallowing the thousand sheets in his mouth, Feng said, "I think this tastes pretty good."

The tofu is tender and smooth, and the thousand sheets are a bit chewy, which is really different.

Feng has never seen a thousand sheets before, and she doesn't know what the taste of a successful one is, so she thinks that this one is pretty good, and she can predict how the guests will react when the thousand sheets are served.

"By the way, Beibei, do you know how to make these thousand sheets delicious?" Feng plans to cook this dish for the guests tomorrow.

"Cut into half-inch or one-inch wide, stir-fry leeks, stir-fry garlic sprouts, roast pork belly or cold salad. There are many recipes for this thousand sheets. Mom, you can try various methods, and you can make a thousand recipes." Bai Beibei Talking about it on paper is okay, but if you really want her to do it, it won't work.

"Then I'll try the thousand sheets of roasted pork and the thousand sheets of fried leeks tomorrow, and see how the guests react?" Feng said.

"Tomorrow there will be delicious food again." Mancang grinned almost to the ears.

"Snacks!" Bo Beibei reached out and nodded his younger brother's head, then peeled off all the remaining thousand sheets.

At noon the next day, Bo Beibei and Mancang delivered the lunch of the guests and the people on the boat to the cruise ship.

Several guests on the boat looked at the extra dish and asked, "Girl Beibei, we didn't order this dish, did you send it by mistake?"

Just as Bai Beibei was about to say that this thousand sheets of roasted pork was for them, another guest spoke first: "Hey, what kind of fried meat is this? We don't seem to have tried it. Since it was delivered by mistake, Then make a mistake."

"Alright."

Seeing that the other two guests did not object, Bo Beibei swallowed back the words and said with a smile: "This is a thousand sheets of roasted pork, and it's a new dish."

Now a serving of meat dishes has risen to two taels of silver, and it is not free.

Just as Bai Beibei wanted to call Mancang back to the fishing boat, he saw Mancang standing next to a guest, looking at the book in his hand in a daze.

"Full warehouse?" Bo Beibei stepped forward and gave him a gentle tug: "What are you looking at?"

Mancang blushed: "I didn't see anything."

Bo Beibei glanced suspiciously at the book in the guest's hand. It was a story book with illustrations on it, nothing special.

"Brother, Brother Manfeng, Brother Mannian, eat slowly, we're going back." Bo Beibei called out to the people sitting on the bow of the boat eating, and returned to the fishing boat with a full warehouse.

On the way back, Bo Beibei asked his younger brother, "Mancang, do you want to go to a private school to study?"

Bo Beibei also just came up with this idea. He will be 6 years old after the Chinese New Year, and it's time to send him to school.

Mancang shook his head: "I don't want to."

Bo Beibei was taken aback: "Why?"

Just now, when she was staring at other people's books, she thought he wanted to study. Could it be that she was thinking about it?
"No one in our village goes to a private school, so I don't want to go!" Mancang pouted.

Because Mancang was regarded as an alternative by the children in the village and was rejected by others, he had a deep shadow in his heart. He felt that other people did not go to the private school. If he went, the children in the village would definitely not play with him again, so he subconsciously refused. Go to private school.

"Are you afraid that you don't want to go to the private school because you don't have any companions?" Bai Beibei didn't know Mancang's thoughts, but felt that he couldn't keep up with his younger brother's thinking.

"Ah."

"Mancang, they didn't go to the private school because they couldn't afford it, not because they didn't want to go to it. Everyone's situation is different. You don't have to be the same as them, you know?" Bo Beibei coaxed.

In this dynasty, fishermen catch fish for ten days and half a month, and the money they earn is not enough to buy a few pens and a few sheets of paper, and how can they afford their children to study, but the full warehouse has reached the age of enlightenment, and Bai Beibei intends to send him there go to school.

Mancang tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked: "Sister, you mean that our family is rich now, can you support my education?"

Bo Beibei frowned: "Mancang is really smart."

"But I still don't want to go to private school."

"We can afford it, why don't you go to school?" Bo Beibei was really puzzled.

"I just don't want to go." Mancang lowered his head and whispered.

(End of this chapter)