Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 116 Making Tofu (Part [-])
"Sister, what is this sour water?" Xiaoan came over and asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and looked at Xiao An: "You really have a dog's nose, you can still smell it even after being beaten, not bad!"

Xiao An giggled, still standing on tiptoe to see.

Yang Ruoqing lowered the rim of the bowl a little, letting him have a better look.

Taking advantage of the situation, he raised his head and explained to Sun and Lao Suntou who were also surprised: "Soybean milk needs to be marinated if it is to be shaped into tofu, and marinating is the key step to the finishing touch. Okay, let's not say anything, Keep your eyes open, something miraculous is about to happen!"

Holding the bowl in one hand, she slowly poured the prepared sour water into the boiling soybean milk pot.

With the other hand, hold the spatula and stir gently to make the sour water and soy milk evenly blend together.

The protein solution decomposed from soybeans, under the action of acid water, condenses into a gel at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Blossoming white things, like clouds, slowly formed in the pot.

"Yeah, it's done, look at it!"

I don't know who exclaimed, everyone was very excited.

Yang Ruoqing herself couldn't help being amazed, and lamented the wonder of the Creator.

Order tofu in brine, one thing drops one thing!

"Qing'er, what kind of material do you use in this acidic water? It's amazing!" Sun said, tsk-tsk.

The old grandson was also amazed: "Old man, I have lived most of my life, and this is the first time I have seen it. Hey, sir, it is better to be born later!"

It's a spoken dialect, but Yang Ruoqing can understand it.

Gagong is praising herself, it should mean that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, right?
"Qing'er, what do you use to make your sour water?" Sun couldn't help asking again.

Yang Ruoqing was about to open her mouth, but Daan stopped her suddenly.

"Mother, walls have ears. This sour water is my sister's secret recipe for making tofu. Don't ask." Da'an said in a low voice, with a pair of dirty eyes, he even glanced at the door and window of the kitchen.

Sun suddenly shut up.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Da'an's serious look, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's nothing, even if you tell the recipe of this sour water, no one else can make it!"

The formula ratio of water and vinegar is the key, a little more or a little less, the difference is a thousand miles away!

Yang Ruoqing is not afraid of being overheard, but since Da'an is so caring, she will definitely follow his wishes.

"Mother, I'll tell you in private later, quickly bring some bowls and chopsticks, let's drink tofu nao!"

The clean bowls and chopsticks were immediately placed on the pot table.

Yang Ruoqing scooped a lot of tofu nao into these bowls, brought caramel, put a spoonful of sugar in each bowl, and stirred evenly.

"Da'an, bring this bowl to our father." Yang Ruoqing ordered.

"Okay!" Da'an picked up his hand and was about to leave.

"Da'an, wait a minute." Mrs. Sun stopped Da'an, turned to Yang Ruoqing and said, "This tofu brain is a rare item, we have to feed the Kitchen God the first night!"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

In this era of rural farmers, the harvest in the fields is hopeful, and it is their spiritual pursuit to believe in various gods.

Spiritual belief, sometimes the power is infinite, is also a kind of sustenance.

Among the gods and Buddhas from all walks of life, the most down-to-earth and well-known one is the Kitchen God.

Every household in the country is called Dingzao God, who is sent by the Jade Emperor to each household to supervise orders and to be the head of the family.

During the holidays, if there is anything delicious, let the Kitchen God taste the first bite.

Every year on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, it has become a custom for every household to send the Stove God to heaven to tell the Jade Emperor about the family's affairs, so the Stove God cannot be offended!
When you enter the country, you have to do as the Romans do.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and knocked herself on the head, said with a smile: "Look at my memory, I forget it when I'm busy, that's what I should do!"

Yang Ruoqing quickly picked up one of the bowls, respectfully placed it on the side of the chimney inside the pot.

At the same time, he put his hands together and bowed: "God of the Kitchen, don't care about me, the hot tofu nao, I honor you, you are satisfied with the food, please bless our family a lot!"

Here, Mrs. Sun smiled reassuringly upon seeing this.

The old grandson also nodded in relief, and then Da'an picked up the bowl and left the kitchen.

After a while Da'an came back, Yang Ruoqing handed Da'an's bowl to him: "The heat is just right, drink it while it's hot!"

"Thank you, sister!" Da'an took it, picked up the chopsticks and stirred it, then lowered his head and drank in a gentle manner.

"Is it good?" Yang Ruoqing asked Da'an and Xiao'an.

Xiao An nodded like a chicken pecking rice, Da An also smiled shyly.

Over there, Mrs. Sun was holding a bowl with a hint of hesitation on her face.

"Mom, why don't you drink?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Qing'er, this bean curd is a rare thing, tell me, should we send a bowl to your grandma?" Sun inquired.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and refused without thinking.

"Forget it, mother, we have to send everything we eat and drink, we can't afford it!"

Sun lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "Although the family is separated, they are your grandparents and your father's parents after all. If we don't send them away, others will gossip about us and poke our spines if they find out!"

Yang Ruoqing snorted softly, and said, "Other people? We live for our own pleasure, what's wrong with others?"

"Besides, who doesn't talk about people behind their backs? Who doesn't talk about people behind their backs? It's fair and free, and we just have a clear conscience. What do others think?"

Mrs. Sun stopped chewing.

But that look, obviously still a little hesitant.

Yang Ruoqing wiped the corners of her mouth, and continued: "Furthermore, I'm focusing on the cover-up and connivance of my sister-in-law beating our Xiaoan and my grandpa and grandma during the daytime. If you enter the pond at the entrance of the village, you won't even give them a bite!"

Speaking of this, Sun raised her head and glanced at Xiao An who was licking the bottom of the bowl fiercely.

The woman's eyes turned red, and she nodded vigorously: "Sure, then we won't give away Yiqing'er's, and tomorrow's tofu won't be given away either!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "That's right!"

If peace is sought through struggle, there will be peace.Seek peace through compromise, and peace will perish!

……

After drinking the tofu nao, the big guy showed a satisfied expression on his face, Xiao An's stomach was stretched into a ball, and he sat there hiccupping non-stop.

Yang Ruoqing and Da'an couldn't help laughing.

"Mother, clean up the bowls and chopsticks, I'm going to scoop up tofu!" Yang Ruoqing ordered.

Mrs. Sun took the bowls and chopsticks and went outside to wash them by the well. In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing asked Old Suntou and Da'an to shake out the black mesh and spread it on the mold on the door panel.

Then, she picked up the ladle and scooped up the excess tofu water in the pot, and scooped the tofu brains in the pot into the mold...

There is a wooden basin under the door to catch the tofu water, and all the tofu brains are scooped into the mould, and the four sides of the black mesh are gathered together and tied in a knot.

The top is pressed on another door panel, and on top of the door panel, several earth bricks and stones are pressed.

Next, is the last wait...

(End of this chapter)