peasant girl wedding

Chapter 128 Tofu Dish

Tong Zhi'er's words made some sense, Tong Zhixin thought for a while, and agreed, and together with Tong Zhide took a chisel and other tools, they went to the place where the stones were piled up behind the house.

Tong Zhier breathed a sigh of relief.

She is actually selfish.

Soybeans are a huge business opportunity, and she doesn't really want others to have the opportunity to seize this business opportunity.

……

Fang Cuiwei and Luo Shi went to the kitchen, and after a while, the soybeans were cooked.

Dig a spoonful and put it in a bowl, and the two took chopsticks to taste.

how to say?It smells delicious, but it doesn't taste good when you eat it in your mouth. If you eat a few more pills, it will feel a little bloated.

"Mom, how are you doing?"

Tong Zhi'er estimated the time and came into the kitchen, followed by Tong Duo'er and Tong Zhu'er.

"Not very tasty..."

Hearing Fang Cuiwei's words, Tong Zhu'er's expectant face collapsed a little.

The taste of just boiled soybeans is not very good, Tong Zhi'er is very aware of this, but he can't express it.After living for so long, she regards Tong Zhixin and Fang Cuiwei as her parents, but she also has her own secret in her heart, that is, don't act too out of line, even if you show your intelligence, try not to It is too beyond the emotional intelligence and ability that a ten-year-old child in this world should have.

She looked a little frustrated, and her brows were also tightly frowned.

Seeing this, Fang Cuiwei quickly comforted her: "Zhi'er, don't worry, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to make these soybeans delicious."

"Yes, Zhi'er, what mother said is right."

Tong Zhu'er held her hand, "Second sister, it doesn't taste good when cooked, we can try frying it, cook it with other things, or grind the soybeans into powder..."

Tong Zhi'er's eyes lit up.

The last few words of Tong Zhu'er's words are really good.

She raised her head and held Tong Zhu'er's hand back, "Zhu'er, you reminded me," and then looked at Fang Cuiwei, "Mother, you and your second aunt washed all the soybeans in it and took them out to dry. I'm going to see if Dad and Uncle have finished the stone mill, and later we'll grind the cooked soybeans into a slurry, and then boil them to see how it tastes?"

"Hey, go quickly."

Fang Cui said with a smile all over her face.

Tong Zhu'er also looked excited, because of her suggestion, the second sister finally stopped being depressed, and thought of other ways.

This is really good.

Laughing twice, Tong Zhu'er followed behind Tong Zhi'er, and the two of them ran to the back of the house together.

……

When Tong Zhide was in his teens, he had seen how a capable stone mill maker in the village made a stone mill. Now, although he was unfamiliar with his hands, he made no mistakes at all.

By the time Tong Zhi'er and Tong Zhu'er came over, the whole stone mill had already been half finished, and it was only waiting for Tong Zhixin to make the pusher for pushing the stone mill.

"Second Uncle, you and Daddy are too powerful!"

Tong Zhi'er was amazed.

The original two stones, after being treated by the two of them, became like stone mills.One piece is on the bottom, and the surface is polished smoother; the other piece is on the top, a hollow hole is dug in the middle to put the things to be ground in, and a handle is made on the side, and it is estimated that Tong Zhixin will fix the fader later. After that, install the fader in place.

"Zhi'er, you really missed the wrong person. This stone mill was all made by your second uncle, and I just made a start."

Tong Zhixin, who was holding a plane on the other side to scrape the surface of the fader to make it more comfortable to hold, said with a smile.

Tong Zhide said: "Anyway, it was made by our joint efforts."

Tong Zhi'er nodded, and said again: "Father, Second Uncle, I'll ask Mother and the others to bring over the soybeans and the pot and bucket for the soybean milk later."

The stone mill is so heavy, Tong Zhi'er doesn't want Tong Zhide and Tong Zhixin to take it to the kitchen with too much effort.

It's the same whether you grind it left or right, and it's all in your own home anyway.

After a while, Fang Cuiwei, Luo Shi and others came to the back of the house with drained soybeans, wooden barrels and pots.

"The fader is also done!"

Children know the truth.

He installed the fader on a stone handle above, tried the feel, and it was not bad.

"Can we start grinding soybeans?" Fang Cuiwei asked.

Tong Zhixin nodded.

However, before grinding the soybeans, Roche washed the entire stone mill with water to ensure that the soybeans were clean and free from dust and impurities.

Fang Cuiwei then grabbed a small handful of soybeans and put them into the hole to fill it up. Then Tong Zhixin started to circle the elbows at the same position, pushed the pusher to drive the stone mill to start turning, and put the beans into the hole. The soybeans are ground.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Gradually, a white slurry flowed out. Fang Cuiwei added soybeans into the sloping hole while Luo Shi added a little water from time to time.

The white pulp dripped along the stone mill, then pooled, flowed out along the circular slot, and dripped into the wooden barrel below the slot in strands.

There is a more attractive taste than when the soybeans were boiled just now, fresh and pure.

This is what Tong Zhi'er was familiar with in his previous life, and it's very close to the taste of tofu.

It's a pity that she didn't find plaster, otherwise she would have to make tofu today for everyone to taste.

Without plaster, she settled for the next best thing and prepared to make tofu dishes for everyone to eat.

Tofu dish is a kind of dish that does not need to add gypsum. Soybean milk is directly beaten out and boiled in a pot, then chopped cabbage is added, salt and seasoning are added. It is also an extremely delicious and refreshing dish.

Half a catty of soybeans had been boiled and over-ground, and it took about two quarters of an hour to turn them into soybean milk.

Fang Cuiwei took a clean handkerchief and pushed all the soybean milk parked in the notch to the notch, then dripped it into the wooden barrel, repeated it over and over again, and finally washed it with clean water to let the soy milk attached to the stone mill Soybean milk flows into the barrel along the slot.

"It smells so good," Tong Zhu'er took a deep breath and said with a big smile, "This time it must be delicious!"

Tong Zhi'er also nodded, "I'll go to the vegetable garden to pick two cabbages and cut some leeks, and I'll wash them and put them in soybean milk to cook."

Tong Duo'er and Tong Zhu'er followed her to the vegetable garden, while Fang Cuiwei and Luo Shi carried the wooden bucket into the kitchen, dug out an appropriate amount of soybean milk and boiled it in the pot, and waited for Tong Zhi'er and the others to come over to get the cabbage.

Tong Zhixin and Tong Zhide washed their hands, and they sat and talked in the main room, waiting for dinner together.

A steady stream of aroma came out from the lid of the pot, and when Fang Cuiwei put chopped cabbage and leeks in, it became even more attractive after a while.

In the other pot, Luo Shi cooked the rice, and when the dishes were ready, the reaction was almost done.

After a stick of incense.

Fang Cuiwei lifted the lid of the pot.

The overflowing fragrance made Tong Zhi'er lick his tongue.

"Pearl, go ahead and call your father and uncle in for dinner."

"Hey!"

Tong Zhu'er responded, and with short legs, she called Tong Zhixin and Tong Zhide over in a short while.

"Can I eat it?"

Tong Zhixin asked.

There was already a large bowl of tofu dishes on the stove, and rice in several small bowls.

Fang Cuiwei handed him the chopsticks, nodded and said, "It's done."

All eyes were on Tong Zhixin.

Tong Zhixin handed the bowl and chopsticks to Tong Zhide, "Second brother, try it first."

Tong Zhide didn't refuse, and took the bowl and chopsticks.

In a large bowl filled with tofu vegetables, white soy milk is poured on top of green cabbage, and finely chopped leeks are floating.

Tong Zhide put a chopstick of tofu dish into his mouth, chewing slowly.Then he took another mouthful of soup with a spoon, drank it into his mouth, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Second uncle, is it delicious?"

Tong Zhu'er couldn't bear it any longer, she looked at the tofu dish eagerly and asked.

Tong Zhide laughed, "It smells delicious and tastes fresh and refreshing. It's very good. Let's eat it together."

Tong Zhixin and others took action, took the bowls and chopsticks one by one, ate a mouthful of tofu dishes, and drank a mouthful of soup...

Let's eat.

Tong Zhixin's family, Tong Zhide and Luo Shi sat in the hall with their stomachs in their hands to digest food.

A large pot of tofu dishes was eaten without the bottom of the pot, and everyone was very satisfied.

"This dish is so delicious, how about we name it?" Luo Shi suggested.

"This is made of soybean milk. How about calling it a soybean milk dish?"

Fang Cuiwei said.

Tong Duo'er read aloud, "Mother, it doesn't seem very smooth..."

"Zhi'er, what would you call it?" Fang Cuiwei looked at Tong Zhi'er.

The same goes for others.

Tong Zhi'er smiled, "Let's call it Tofu."

"Tofu dish? The word for bean is easy to understand, and the word for dish is also easy to understand. What about the word for tofu?" Tong Zhuer asked suspiciously.

"I once read a poem called 'Growing beans and bean seedlings are thin, and the heart is already rotten'. Take the characters for bean and fu in it, and we get the word for tofu. We added cabbage and leeks to it, and combined it It's tofu dishes."

In fact, she couldn't remember the origin of the word tofu very clearly, so she had to use this poem to make an excuse.

Tong Zhu'er looked at Tong Zhi'er adoringly, "Second Sister, you really know a lot."

Tong Zhi'er pointed her forehead with her finger, and said with a smile: "If you want to know, just follow me and read more books in Ah Fu's study."

Tong Zhu'er's steamed bun face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

"Second Sister, I don't want it anymore. I get a headache when I see a book. Besides, we have you and Ah Fu in our family. There are two literate and smart people, that's enough!"

Tong Zhi'er shook her head with a smile, but she didn't force her, and said: "It's okay not to read, but you have to know some simple characters. From tomorrow onwards, you learn to draw in the morning, and I will teach you in the afternoon. Recognition."

"Oh, I see, Second Sister."

Tong Zhuer sighed.

Her small face insisted on pretending to be old-fashioned, causing Tong Duo'er, Tong Zhixin, Fang Cuiwei, Tong Zhide and Luo Shi to shake their heads.

After resting for a while, Fang Cuiwei stood up and said, "I'll send some of the soybean milk in the bucket to Duo'er's uncle's house, and let them try the tofu dishes made with this soybean milk."

Tong Zhixin nodded, and looked at Tong Zhide and Luo Shi at random, "Second brother and second sister-in-law, when Zhaoyin comes back at night, you come with him, and let Zhaoyin taste the tofu dishes."

Tong Zhide and Luo Shi agreed with a smile.

(End of this chapter)