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Tong Liya opened her eyes and found that Han Changsheng was still fast asleep.

She moved her body, feeling extremely relaxed all over, without a trace of fatigue.

After thinking about it for a while, she immediately knew that her master had massaged her body last night, otherwise, this familiar feeling would not have appeared on her body.

Tong Liya thought of this, two small dimples and small tiger teeth flashed out at the same time, a bright and incomparably happy smile bloomed on her face.

On the surface, the master is very machismo, but in fact, all his gentleness is hidden deep down.

If the seven sisters hadn't lived with the master for a long time, they wouldn't have felt that extreme tenderness at all.

Tong Liya stood up and kissed Han Changsheng on the forehead, lying beside him, looking at the handsome face that was carefully carved, and counting the sword eyebrows and long eyelashes.

Before she married the master, there were indeed many handsome men in the entertainment industry.

But after the master appeared, except... the master, no one can be called handsome, at most he can see past it.

Han Changsheng seemed to feel the scorching gaze, and slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see those big watery eyes.

He smiled gently at Yaya, held her in his arms, and said softly, "How did you sleep last night?"

“Very good and fragrant!”

Tong Liya rubbed against Han Changsheng's arms like a kitten, and found the most comfortable position to snuggle.

"Do you need to sleep a little longer"

"Don't sleep anymore, just hug you."

"Get up in half an hour"

"it is good!"

Tong Liya responded unconsciously, intoxicated by the familiar mint smell on Han Changsheng.

Chapter 524 What Love Should Be Like

Half an hour later, Han Changsheng woke up the dazed Yaya, and they got up to wash up together.

Han Changsheng was active in the sun for a while... and asked Tong Liya: "I'll make you breakfast, what do you want to eat?"

Yaya smiled sweetly, "I will eat whatever Master does."

"Then let me make you egg pancakes and soy milk. I soaked soybeans last night."

"But there is no soymilk machine, how to make soymilk"

Han Changsheng pointed to the west side of the courtyard, "Isn't there a stone mill over there? I can grind it to make soybean milk."

Suddenly, Tong Liya picked up the soaked beans on the table, "Then I will help you."

Soymilk, a traditional drink of the Ming Empire, is said to have been made by Liu An, king of Huainan in the Western Han Dynasty 190 years ago.

Since then, soy milk has become a cheap food for the people of the Ming Empire to supplement protein.

The best tool for grinding soybean milk is naturally a stone mill.

Tong Liya took a small spoonful of soaked soybeans and poured them into the hole in the middle of the stone mill.

As soon as Han Changsheng pushed the lever above the stone mill, the millstone above the stone mill began to rotate slowly.

This stone mill has a diameter of up to [-] meters, so the upper lever is pull-back type, and Han Changsheng can grind it up and down while standing on the spot.

After Han Changsheng grinded it back and forth for a minute, Tong Liya poured a little water into the hole, and the milky white soybean milk flowed out from the cracks in the stone mill, and after converging, it flowed drop by drop from the groove under the stone mill.

"Ah! Soy milk really came out!"

Tong Liya looked at the white soybean milk, covered her mouth and exclaimed, her pupils stared wide open.

"From what you said, you didn't believe that I could make soy milk at all just now."

Han Changsheng stopped his hand and squinted his eyes.

"No, no, how could I doubt the master?"

Tong Liya shook her head again and again, then hurriedly poured a spoonful of soybeans to cover up the slip of the tongue just now.

When the master makes soybean milk, tofu, and tofu nao at home, he always grinds them with a soybean milk machine.

For... this kind of graphite that the master has never used, she is naturally skeptical.

"It's strange to believe you."

Han Changsheng rolled his eyes and continued to grind the soybean milk.

Although he had some doubts about whether he could grind soymilk before, he couldn't say that, after all, he had already succeeded.

Grinding and grinding, after an hour, a pot of beans was finally finished.

Han Changsheng is fine, but Tong Liya's right arm is so sore that she can hardly lift it up.

Pour in one minute: a spoonful of beans, the key is to pour it into the hole of the stone mill accurately, and pour a little more water every time.

After one hundred and twenty times in a row, her little body really couldn't take it anymore.

"I said I would do it myself, but you still want to help."

Han Changsheng said Yaya, but he held Yaya's right arm with both hands, and pressed it down.