Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 115 Irreplaceable Emotions

Yang Ruoqing almost couldn't help laughing again.

She gave Da'an an angry look, and said: "Silly boy, do you see any girl in our village who doesn't marry? If you really want to stay at home and be an old girl, if you can't get married, people may say that there is something wrong with that girl! Whether it's virtue or body, people despise her wherever she goes, and look at her like a monster, do you think it's miserable?"

"Is that so..." Da'an frowned, as if thinking.

Yang Ruoqing freed a hand, caressed her face, and continued: "Your elder sister and I, everyone loves each other, flowers bloom when they see each other, there is no need to worry about not getting married, maybe , when the time comes, the people who propose marriage will break through the threshold!"

Da'an is full of black lines, old lady, don't you want to be so boastful?

"However, your elder sister, I entrust Da'an with a sacred errand, that is, the future brother-in-law, and the elder sister will only marry if he can pass the approval of my family, Da'an! Otherwise, it is the prince of the Dragon King, and I will not even glance at the elder sister. Do not?"

Da'an's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

"Really? My sister means what she says?"

"Silly boy, no one will fool you if I fool you, old sister, okay, it's such a happy decision!" Yang Ruoqing said, standing up straight.

Sun said angrily, "What jokes are you talking about? Marriage is a big deal, how can it be a joke?"

The excitement that had just risen on Da'an's face was slightly discounted.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Mother, I'm serious, I trust Da'an's vision."

Sun had no choice but to take it as an ignorant joke by his children, and let it go with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing took another deep look at her younger brother Da'an, her eyes were full of warmth.

Da'an's refusal to let her marry is childish, but it also reflects a boy's urge to protect his sister!

He is not sensible now, and cannot understand the feelings between people in this world. There are many, many.

Family, friendship, love...

These feelings are interlinked, but they are also irreplaceable.

The first half of her life with Da'an was a sister-brother relationship, but the second half of her life had to start her own life.

She will find a husband who can match her feelings for her, and Daan also needs a wife who knows the cold and the hot, and the siblings will live together for the rest of their lives. This is just a child's wish!

However, this beautiful wish and her younger brother's sincere wish to protect her sister moved her to a mess!

She rubbed Da'an's head again, Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything, she believed that with Da'an's intelligence, he would be able to understand how moved she was at the moment!

As for Luo Fengtang...

Yang Ruoqing laughed a little dumbfounded when she thought that her father and mother were still thinking about it secretly.

That is an out-and-out silly boy!

Over there, Mrs. Sun finished grinding the last spoonful of soybeans and asked Yang Ruoqing what to do next.

Reining in her emotions, Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses.

He glanced at a wooden basin under the grinding plate. The wooden basin was filled with ground soybean milk, and some remained in the chute of the stone mill base.

She took a spoon and gently scraped all the remaining soybean milk into the wooden basin, then picked up a clean black mesh cloth prepared in advance.

"Da'an, go to the next door and tell our Ga Gong that it's time for him to play!"

"En!" Da'an turned around and left the kitchen.

In the blink of an eye, the old grandson rolled up his sleeves and came in.

"Oh, it's time for me to play the old man, Qing'er, just assign it?"

"Grandpa, you and my mother pull this black net cloth apart, don't open it all, just pull it into a funnel shape!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Old Suntou and Mrs. Sun followed Yang Ruoqing's instructions.

Yang Ruoqing put a clean wooden bucket under the black mesh, then picked up the wooden basin, clattering...

All the soy milk in the wooden basin is poured into the black mesh, and seeps through the fine mesh into the wooden barrel below.

Then, Lao Suntou and Mrs. Sun shook the black net cloth vigorously, and when the soybean milk inside was shaken almost, they gathered the black net cloth tightly, wrapped the bean dregs inside, and placed it on the stone mill.

A wooden board is placed on top of it, and a shoulder pole is placed on it, and the pole is pressed down vigorously, trying to squeeze out the last remaining moisture in the bean dregs!

Don't stop until you can't squeeze a drop of water anymore.

Yang Ruoqing shook all the filtered soy milk a few times, and then fetched sweet well water from the well outside in the yard to mix and dilute it.

Mix the diluted soybean milk, and then pour it into the small pot outside.

"Mother, it's up to you next time, use more firepower!" She said with a giggle at Mrs. Sun.

Over there, the old grandson shook off the black net and looked at the bean dregs inside, very surprised.

"I've recognized the old man for most of my life, but it's the first time I've seen soybeans that can be ground into such bean dregs. Is this dregs edible?"

"Grandpa, of course this bean dregs can be eaten. Stir-fried with pickles and cabbage, kneaded into bean dregs, it tastes good!"

Yang Ruoqing took an open earthenware bowl, walked over and transferred the bean dregs into the earthenware bowl.

"If you mix this bean dregs with pig food, our piglets will definitely grow faster!"

Mrs. Sun nodded again and again: "I've made an agreement with Chang Geng, and I'll catch Piggy the day after tomorrow!"

Hearing that bean dregs can be eaten, Xiao An also surrounded him.

Pulling Yang Ruoqing's sleeve, she said, "Sister, next time I will feed the bean dregs to Piggy. Let's fry up this bowl of bean dregs tomorrow? Xiao An is hungry, is it okay?"

Yang Ruoqing leaned over, her fingers subconsciously wanted to pinch Xiao An's nose.

Thinking that Yang Huamei almost broke the bridge of his nose this time, he quickly withdrew his fingers.

Gently pinched Xiao An's face: "Success, tomorrow morning, let my mother pinch bean dregs for you to eat!"

"Yeah!" Xiao An danced happily.

Yang Ruoqing put the bean dregs into the cupboard, and brought two benches from the next room.

The kitchen and the door of Yang Huazhong's house next door were removed.

The simpleness of the house also has the advantages of being simple. It is easy to remove the door. If it is placed in the modern society, the anti-theft door...

Oh, let me go, she really used her skills as an agent to take it down.

Here, a door panel rests on a bench, which has been scrubbed clean.

Then, Yang Ruoqing put a wooden box about half a square meter in size on the door panel.

I don't know what this wooden box was used for before, but it was useless later, so it was piled up in the miscellaneous room of Lao Yang's house.

Reactivated by Yang Ruoqing, it fell in love with the four sides of the wooden box, which have palm-width borders, which are perfect for shaping tofu.

Spread the black mesh cloth on the wooden box again, over there, the soybean milk in the small pot began to boil, bubbling happily, and the foam was almost flush with the edge of the pot.

"Qing'er, what are you going to do next?" Sun asked.

"Next, it's my turn to show off. It's called Dianlu, which is also a key step in making tofu!"

Yang Ruoqing said, turned around and picked up a bowl, tossing in the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar on the stove.

I took salt, I took vinegar, I exchanged it for water, and I mixed it with some other things.

With sharp hands and feet and a focused expression, in the blink of an eye, a bowl of yellow liquid with a faint sour taste was shaking gently in the bowl.

(End of this chapter)