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Chapter 133 The Little Flatterer
Wanwan wriggled the tip of her nose and felt that the soy milk made by the stone mill had a strange taste. She stared at the soy milk in the wooden barrel and asked, "Is this the soy milk we drink every morning? It seems different."

The old man looked back at Wanwan who was squatting aside, and said with a smile, "You usually drink soy milk that needs to be boiled, but this is still raw."

Wanwan nodded half-understanding: "There's a lot of soy milk in the bucket, can you finish it?"

The old man couldn't help laughing: "The ground beans are not only for cooking soy milk, but also for making tofu nao and tofu. Even the bean dregs in the dustpan can be made into bean dregs cakes and fried bean dregs. They are all very delicious."

Wanwan's eyes lit up as she listened, and she looked at Xia Zhihuai aside: "Brother, let's do the same when we go back."

"It's ok, when you get home, you grind out the beans, and I'll let Zhuqing do it for you." Xia Zhihuai said with a smile on his face.

This little thing ordered him to do things, and he was never polite.

With a sullen face, Wanwan whispered, "We don't have this stone in our house."

Xia Zhihuai couldn't help teasing her: "Then you work hard, and we will try to earn money to buy one for the house."

Wanwan thought for a few seconds: "Did I earn enough money to buy it?"

"I've bought milk powder for you. If you plan to cut off your rations, we can chip in to buy a stone mill." Xia Zhihuai blushed, and his heart skipped a beat.

Wan Wan's eyes widened suddenly, she shook her head and said, "Forget it, we don't need to buy this stone for now."

Yan Shu suddenly said: "I can buy it for you, Wanwan, just go home with me."

Xia Zhihuai: "!" Why is this kid so wicked?

Wanwan stood at the same spot and made a difficult choice, reluctantly said: "Brother Yan Shu, I still can't."

This stone looks big, and it feels quite expensive.

Shushu's money is his own, and she can't let him pay for his likes.

It would be great if my brother was willing, but my brother had a lot of bad luck before and couldn't make ends meet.

Forget it, she is a sensible child who knows how to restrain herself.

The old man couldn't help but feel better after listening to the children's children's talk. He picked up the wooden bucket on the ground and asked the two children, "Would you like to see how to make tofu?"

Wan Wan and Yan Shu immediately cast their gazes over.

Wanwan was the first to raise her hand: "I want to see, I want to see, grandpa."

Yan Shu also nodded: "I want to see it."

Xia Zhihuai glanced at the basket on the ground: "Aren't you looking for other vegetables?"

Yan Shu was a little tangled looking at the basket, he wanted to see it as tofu, but finding vegetables seemed to be very important, but he was afraid that he would run into big geese on the road again.

tangled...

"Come in and help. After the tofu is ready, I can send you bean dregs cakes and tofu today." The old man turned around and said before walking into the kitchen with a bucket.

Xia Zhihuai sighed resignedly, Wanwan asked softly, "Brother, why did you do this?"

Isn't it said that if you find vegetables, you can divide the house?

Xia Zhihuai poked her soft cheek, curled the corner of his mouth and said, "For our dinner, the show crew doesn't care about the food, we have to rely on ourselves to have enough food and clothing."

Wanwan turned her head and looked around: "Where's Brother Xiunan? Can he cook?"

Xia Zhihuai smiled and said: "He is not as good as your brother and me."

Wanwan stood there dumbfounded as if she had been struck by lightning.

Yan Shu didn't understand his sadness, so he whispered: "Wanwan, your brother can't cook, you can find someone else to cook."

"My dad doesn't know how to cook either. He always asks his aunt to cook."

Wanwan wanted to cry but had no tears: "But your aunt isn't here either! My brother already said that we have to rely on ourselves..."

"There is a price to pay for asking for help."

They are so poor that they can't afford people.

It was really the saddest thing she had heard this year.

Thinking of her brother making noodles, she felt the smell of the noodles coming back.

How to do?
Who can save the poor child?

……

Wanwan stood there for a while, then walked into the kitchen with Yan Shu, wondering if she could find a ghost in the village to take Auntie Zhuqing's place.

Now she feels that it would be nice to meet ghosts occasionally if they stay in the world, at least it can help.

The ghost brother in the grandma's house, I don't know if he can cook?
Can I invite you to teach my brother how to cook a delicious meal?

Xia Zhihuai didn't know what was going on in Wanwan's little head, he had already entered the kitchen, and the old man started preparing things to make tofu.

In the past, he had only heard of tofu made with brine, but he didn’t know much about brine. He had only heard of brine brine and gypsum brine.

But he has always doubted whether the plaster used for decoration he knew was the plaster used to make tofu.

He has a problem in his heart, and now he has the opportunity, he will naturally blurt out the problem.

The old man sat in front of the stove and lit a fire, and said with a smile: "The plaster is the same, but it is different."

Xia Zhihuai was full of doubts.

Wan Wan also came in at this time, just in time to hear the old man say: "The gypsum used to make tofu is raw."

"The plaster used to paste the walls is cooked." Wanwan stood next to Xia Zhihuai, confused as she listened to the raw plaster.

"Now the gypsum brine used to make tofu is all edible grade bought in the market, but you usually see the gypsum used for building walls and the plaster used for bandages in hospitals are all plaster of paris, which needs to be fired to make it. It can’t be used to order tofu.”

Xia Zhihuai: "Does firing plaster mean heating?"

The old man nodded: "That's the truth, but I can't say for sure, I just heard that the temperature should not be too high..."

Wanwan didn't understand, so she tugged on Xia Zhihuai's sleeve: "Brother, can you eat the plaster once it's cooked?"

Xia Zhihuai: "..."

"So you have listened carefully for so long, did you feel lonely after listening?"

Xia Zhihuai flicked her round forehead, dumbfounded.

Wanwan covered her forehead and pursed her lips.

Xia Zhihuai sighed: "You can't eat plaster, it will hurt your stomach if you eat it."

"Then why are you discussing this?"

"Order some tofu."

Xia Zhihuai bent down and poured the soy milk from the barrel into the pot, covered the wooden pot, and waited for the soy milk to heat up.

"Gypsum is a necessary tool for ordering tofu."

"Just like when you drink milk, you need to wash the powdered milk with water so that it can be turned into milk."

"Now the soy milk in the pot is heated, and it will still be a pot of soy milk after it is cooked."

"But if you add some gypsum powder to it, it will become tofu nao."

"Put the tofu brain in the bag, and then press it with a mold, and it becomes tofu."

Wanwan blinked her eyes and stopped talking.

Anyway, it seems that I understand it, but it seems that I don't understand it.

Xia Zhihuai was not in a hurry to let her understand this, Wanwan was smarter than the average child, and seeing how tofu was made with her own eyes, she could gradually understand it by herself.

……

The soy milk in the pot boiled quickly. This was Xia Zhihuai's first time making tofu. Although he hated that the show crew had to set up such a big stone mill to trick him, it was actually quite interesting to participate in the process of making tofu. of.

The old man lifted the lid of the pot, and steam rose.

The beany smell from before had changed. The old man scooped up several bowls of soy milk and sprinkled some sugar into it.

"Try it."

Xia Zhihuai put the two bowls on the small table, and asked Yan Shu and Wanwan to drink by themselves: "Be careful, drink it later."

Wan Wan and Yan Shu stood by the table, looking at the milky white soy milk, they both found it very novel.

Holding the bowl in his hand, Xia Zhihuai took a sip, his mouth full of the rich aroma of soybean milk.

Sure enough, homemade always tastes better than bought outside.

"How about it?"

"It's delicious." Xia Zhihuai gave a thumbs up, "I can try it when I go back."

The old man laughed dumbly, and put the soy milk in the wooden barrel. Xia Zhihuai quickly put down the bowl, and helped carry the soy milk to the yard.

Holding the bowls, Wanwan and Yan Shu followed into the yard like followers, and squatted aside to watch the tofu making.

"Come and try."

The old man handed the prepared gypsum water to Xia Zhihuai.

Xia Zhihuai was a little nervous and asked, "I don't know how much to pour."

"Pour slowly, stir while pouring, and stop when the soymilk in the bucket has solidified lumps the size of beans."

Xia Zhihuai poured the gypsum water slowly, and the old man stirred it slowly with a stick.

After a while, granular solidification appeared in the bucket, and Xia Zhihuai stopped immediately.

"Is this okay?" He asked uncertainly.

The old man looked at it: "It's almost done, don't pour it anymore."

Xia Zhihuai was a little apprehensive: "The gypsum water was poured in and made into tofu. Didn't we eat the gypsum into our stomachs?"

"What are you thinking young man!" The old man handed him the stirring stick, and explained helplessly, "After a while, put the tofu in the bag, then press it into the mold, and the gypsum water will come out. And how much gypsum powder do you think you used? ? There will be no accidents, our ancestors have eaten for thousands of years, how can you not understand?"

Holding the small bowl in both hands, Wanwan nodded in agreement, "Yes, can you understand?"

Xia Zhihuai turned his head and gave Wanwan a gouged look: "Little repeater! Flatterer!"

Wanwan took a sip of sweet soy milk from the bowl, and said with a smile, "Sycophants have soy milk, so there's nothing wrong with it."

Xia Zhihuai didn't laugh or scold immediately: "..."

Who raised this silly little radish spirit?

(End of this chapter)