Lingquan Space: The group pet, the little lucky girl, is busy with the sea and farming

Chapter 137 Immortal Tofu
Xiao Yunman pinched the leaves with both hands, noticed her sister's expression, and smiled sweetly without hesitation: "Sister, I want to learn to write from Jiang Qilin. Are you going there?"

"I..." Su Yunxue lowered her head. "I will not go."

"What? Don't you want to learn?"

"I really don't want to go to Jiang's house, or you can come back and teach me."

Su Yunxue is 11 years old this year, she has the heart of a girl.In addition, she felt that she had to learn to read from people younger than herself.it's a shame.

"Well, I'll learn something every day, and I'll teach you when I get back!"

After picking the leaves, Su Yunxue carefully removed the stems from the leaves.Two bamboo baskets of yellow wattle got leaves from a large dustpan.

The sisters moved the leaves to the side of the water tank, scooped up water, washed the leaves, and poured them into a large basin.Yun Man put two smaller dustpans beside the basin, picked up the water-soaked leaves, and wiped them on the dustpans.

Su Yunxue also learned to do this.In fact, it can be wiped by hand, but it is faster to wipe with a dustpan.After repeated rubbing, the water in the basin turned dark green with a layer of white foam floating on it.

"Mom~~ I forgot to take the linen!" Su Yunman looked around and showed the great method of "calling mother when something happens".

Xu Xiumei had been curious for a long time.She and Su Genliang made bamboo baskets side by side.They glanced at each other now and then.She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, complaining as she walked: "I forgot to bring something again. I have to trouble your mother to make food."

Su Yunman smiled sweetly: "Yes, we really can't do without Mother."

Clean linen is pre-boiled, wrapped in leaves and pulp, and hung over barrels.A pair of small hands held it, and another pair of slightly larger hands twisted it vigorously.This action seems to squeeze all the water out.

Su Yunman cheered for Su Yunxue, Su Yunxue gritted her teeth, but after a lot of effort, she couldn't move.Su Yunman sought foreign aid again.This time, Su Genliang and Xu Xiumei came together.

Her mother added two spoonfuls of leaf pulp to the linen.When Su Genliang's big hand pressed on it, the green pulp gushed out and quickly filled two small buckets.

Su Yunman skimmed off the white foam on the bucket, and slowly poured the mixed plant gray water into it.The dark green slurry gets darker as you stir.

Su Yunman's memory of how much ash water should be added to this "tofu" is a bit vague.She poured half a bowl into a bucket, and another half bowl into a bucket.Both buckets of slurry were covered and placed in the kitchen.

When Xu Xiumei walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, she hesitated and opened the small wooden barrel in the corner.The slurry inside had solidified into a solid.She patted it.The texture is similar to acorn jelly.

Xu Xiumei cooked rice porridge and mixed it with side dishes.Then she took a knife and cut a piece from the barrel.She just tasted it alone.The "tofu" in the bucket with more plant ash was darker and more bitter.

She cut a large block of not-too-bitter tofu, sliced ​​it, and made a wild garlic vinaigrette, pouring it over.Su Genliang just came in and ate a piece.

"Good", the emerald green color is very appetizing, and the taste of the mouth has some tea fragrance.The weather is cool and refreshing.It removes the drowsiness left behind in the morning and invigorates the spirit.Su Genliang especially likes the mild bitter taste of tofu, which seems to be twisted on the back of the tongue, coupled with the momentum of wild garlic and the sour taste of vinegar.

"I didn't expect that little Yunman really made something." Xu Xiumei watched Su Genliang eat several pieces in a row.He couldn't help feeling very proud. "I will give it to the Jiang family in the future."

"Then don't say it's made by Xing," Su Genliang said, taking a last breath from the corner of his mouth. "Just say you learned it at your mother's house."

"Yes." Xu Xiumei knew what Su Genliang meant.

(End of this chapter)