C11

Thinking about soybeans, the lady woke up early. Yesterday's leftovers were fed to the chickens with chopped wild vegetables. He went to the kitchen to see that the soybeans in the basin were soaked to the brim. He pinched one of the skin and it fell off. It was done.

The soybeans weren't heavy, but it was difficult for the lady to move such a big bowl of beans and water, let alone move them to the village mill. Only then did the lady feel that it was good to have a man at home.

Otherwise, she wouldn't even dare to seek for the help of others, afraid that others would find trouble with her.

After hesitating for a long time, the lady stood in the courtyard. The morning mist hadn't dispersed yet. If Ye Xuan was able to help her move over, then no one would be able to see her.

Not long later, Ye Xuan left and prepared to go to the back mountain. The cute girl quickly stopped him. "Brother Ye, can you do me a favor?"

The woman's voice was like an oriole crying softly, piercing through the mist. Ye Xuan stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"

The lady was overjoyed and pointed at the ground, "Can you help me move this bowl of soybeans to the mill? I want to make tofu. "

Bean? Ye Xuan followed her finger and looked over. A large bowl of soybeans weighed at least fifty catties. The lady's body wasn't more than a hundred, so it was understandable that she couldn't carry it.

He walked over, squatted down, picked it up and walked towards the mill.

The little girl hurriedly followed behind him and peeked at Ye Xuan out of the corner of her eyes.

This man was at least 1.9 meters tall. His long, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes were clearly outlined. If he were to be placed in the village, he would at least be considered as a villager, right? He didn't know what was wrong, but he still hadn't gotten married yet. If I were to say that the man at this moment doesn't want a wife, it would probably be a question of the lower half of his body …

A trace of sympathy flashed through the girl's eyes. She thought that if she were to have the ability, she'd definitely find a good doctor for Ye Xuan to look at. It could be considered gratitude towards him.

The two of them didn't say anything along the way, nor did they run into any villagers. The cute girl thought it was because the villagers hadn't woken up yet, but she didn't know that Ye Xuan's hearing ability was astounding.

When they arrived at the mill, the lady saw the huge stone mill and was dumbfounded. She tried pushing it a bit and used all her strength to crush it without moving an inch.

She dryly laughed twice, then looked at Ye Xuan who hadn't left. "Uhm, Big Brother Ye, how about you …"

Ye Xuan's face was expressionless as he lowered his head to look at her. "Move aside."

Being frightened by Ye Xuan's cold aura, the cute girl immediately retreated to the front line.

The heavy stone in his hand was like a child's toy that was easily pushed forward. Ye Xuan's hand was as big as a fan, and his joints were clear. When he exerted strength, his muscles and veins could be clearly seen.

Lady Charming stood beside him, adding some beans and some water. The soy milk flowed down the millstone into the bucket, and the two of them remained silent.

The lady wanted to break the silence, but she didn't know how to begin. She kept feeling the atmosphere was strange.

"What are you doing?" Ye Xuan's low voice sounded in her ears. The cute girl acted like she'd woken up from a dream and covered up as she added a handful of beans. "I want to make a type of food called tofu."

"Tofu? "What is it?"

"I've heard my husband say before that the tofu in the book is white and clean, and the taste is smooth and tender. I've always kept that in mind, but I don't know if it'll work."

"Oh."

The sun gradually rose and the morning mist dissipated. Taking a deep breath, his lungs felt extremely fresh.

After placing the last bunch of beans in the basin, Ye Xuan suddenly sped up. After the beans turned into pulp, he ran out of the basin and disappeared without a trace.

Not long after, a voice came from the outside and was walking over. The cute girl pretended to be out of breath and waited for them to enter before wiping away the sweat that didn't exist on her forehead.

"Yo, why is my lady up so early?" It was a woman from the village with her daughter-in-law. When she saw the steam rising from the white and tender broth next to the lady, she said in pleasant surprise, "I say, why did you smell a fragrance just now? What are you doing?"

After sweeping the dregs into the basin, the lady answered, "I'm making tofu."

Sure enough, the two of them were attracted by the name she mentioned, "What is tofu? "You can eat it?"

As the lady spoke, their curiosity was piqued. Lin Xiucai was the only Elementary Scholar in their village, and he studied at home every day, so he must have known more than most people.

When the iron was hot, the wife gave them all kinds of ways to eat tofu. The wife and daughter-in-law listened with great interest.

He put down the grains he had to grind and brought a bucket of soy milk with him as he followed his wife to her house. They could grind the noodles at any time, but tofu was a rare item, and they didn't want to miss an opportunity to enjoy the show.

When they saw Old Lin's wife and daughter-in-law following behind the servant, they asked them why. The wife told them that Lin Xiu had left a recipe for tofu and that they would follow to see how the tofu was done, so when Lady Jiao arrived home, she was already followed by a bunch of villagers who had come to watch the fun.

The women carried their own stools and sat on the roots of the trees in Jiao's parents' yard without any stools. They did needlework while the children ran around in droves, playing outside.

Once home, the lady went to the kitchen to raise the fire. She filtered the bean juice with the white linen cloth she had bought and poured it into the pot to simmer. After a while, the fragrance of the bean juice wafted over the small yard and began to smell a little astringent. The more she cooked, the more fragrant it became.

Dense white soy milk was boiling within the pot. The surrounding villagers were amazed. They normally ate soy beans, but they didn't know that there was such a method.

Third Elder Lin's wife, who was also the woman who brought back the soy milk for the lady, was responsible for lighting the fire. The lady threw away the foam and the fire gradually became smaller. She added a ladle of water into the wok and stirred it evenly.

Next, the cute girl takes out the acid that she concocted last night and pours it into the soy milk, stirring it evenly with a spoon … Not long after, the soy milk gradually solidified before being broken apart by the stirring.

After serving her a big bowl, she found that there was no sugar in the house. She could only scoop up some soy sauce and put it on top of the bowl, "This is the bean sprout."

After passing the beans into Old Third Aunt Lin's hands, she scooped one spoonful and put it in her mouth, saying that it would melt in the mouth at once. Just as she put it in her mouth, before she could chew it, it entered her stomach.

She was also a diligent daughter-in-law. After marrying into her family for a few years, she had her own complaints and even gave birth to two large and fat children. Thinking of this, she handed the bowl over to him, "Little River's mother, taste it."

The young woman scooped up a spoonful of the beans. The soft and tender flowers in the spoon swayed back and forth, as if they would fall out at any moment. She hurriedly put it into her mouth, a taste that she had never tasted before blossoming on her tongue.

"Little River's mother, give me a taste as well."

"Let me have a taste of what it is."

"Mother, Mother!" I want to try it too! "

There were many onlookers, but there were only two or three bowls in the lady's house. It was not enough to split all the dishes, so they each had to have a taste.

The pea blossoms that had just been cooked emitted the strongest fragrance from the soybeans. Even though it was only soy sauce, it was an indescribably wonderful taste in this era of monotonous ingredients.