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Zhao Xiangyun went to Jiang Weimin's house feeling refreshed.

Jiang Weimin had already washed up the purslane and rice straw long ago and placed them at the side as backup.

Then, he took out a piece of cured meat that he had spent a lot of effort to exchange for.

In this day and age, it was not easy to get meat, and even more so, it was not easy to get cured meat.

Jiang Weimin used 10 jin of fine rations to get this small piece of cured meat.

Zhao Xiangyun walked into the kitchen of Jiang Weimin's house. When she saw the cured meat, she was astonished.

"Are there any more cured meat on the black market?"

It was not Zhao Xiangyun's fault. Every year, they would only get two or three kilograms of meat from every household.

This was a year's worth of food, and many families had seven or eight or even ten people.

Two to three catties of meat meant that everyone could receive two to three taels.

This little amount of meat, not to mention making into cured meat, was enough to make dumplings for the new year.

"Yeah, but it's troublesome." Jiang Weimin spoke the truth.

After hearing that, Zhao Xiangyun started to speak, "In the future, don't exchange your meat with others. I know a big sister who specializes in pork stalls and can buy fresh meat at a normal market price.

"Although I can only buy half a catty at a time, if I go to work, my days wouldn't be that bad."

Jiang Weimin was startled, he did not expect that Zhao Xiangyun would know someone from the supply shop.

After a long while, he finally agreed to Zhao Xiangyun's words, "Alright!"

Zhao Xiangyun cooked two dishes for lunch, one rice straw white fried pork, one cold mixed purslane and then a pot of porridge.

Jiang Weimin did not have much rapeseed oil left, so he took the opportunity to pour some out from the dimensional space.

This way, she wouldn't have to worry about it even if the vegetables were too oily. After using them, he would be gone.

Jiang Weimin was in the living room repairing a somewhat dilapidated chair. As he smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen, his heart instantly softened.

Half an hour later, Zhao Xiangyun called Jiang Weimin over for dinner.

After Zhao Xiangyun cooked the two extremely simple dishes, no matter if it was the color or the fragrance, they instantly rose to a higher level.

Jiang Weimin stared at the dishes on the table and almost drooled.

Zhao Xiangyun scooped two bowls of porridge and placed one bowl in front of Jiang Weimin, "After eating, I'll see how the soybeans are. If possible, we'll grind the beans to make tofu!"

It would take some time to make tofu, so Zhao Xiangyun wanted to finish it early and return home.

"Yes!"

Jiang Weimin held the bowl in his hands, picked up the chopsticks on the table and started to eat.

His food was not fast, and he only had one dish, which was the cold mixed purslane that Zhao Xiangyun cooked.

This dish was very simple. Purslane was boiled in water, then mixed with chili and garlic and soaked in a little hot oil.

"Doesn't the meat taste good?" Zhao Xiangyun looked at Jiang Weimin.

Zhao Xiangyun did not eat much meat herself either, as she mainly drank congee.

"No, you …" Do you like it? " Jiang Weimin looked at her.

"I lose weight. I can eat less meat, so I eat less meat." Zhao Xiangyun said.

"But if you do, will your body be able to take it?"

Jiang Weimin himself was deeply impressed, if he kept eating until water boiled vegetables, he would not even have the energy to work.

Therefore, whenever he cooked, he would put a drop or two of oil in the dish.

"No, every morning, I eat an egg!"

She had a treasure pot, and there was not enough eggs in the space.

Plus, her mother cooked her eggs every morning, so she wasn't afraid of malnutrition.

Jiang Weimin did not say anything, he lowered his head and continued to eat.

In the next second, several pieces of cured meat appeared in the bowl.

"If you don't want to waste it, I'll cook that fish for you tonight."

The weather was hot, and in this era, there was no refrigerator.

Well, not everyone had this kind of thing.

Zhao Xiangyun had it at home, and had spent a lot of money to hire people to dig it out. Otherwise, if their family had any meat or vegetables, they wouldn't be able to keep it fresh in the well.

Jiang Weimin finished all of the food that Zhao Xiangyun picked up.

After dinner, he took care of the dishes and the kitchen.

Zhao Xiangyun then went to look at the soybeans Jiang Weimin had soaked in.

The soybeans had already been stewed. It was time to grind them.

Zhao Xiangyun scooped up the soybeans one by one and put them into the wooden basin.

Jiang Weimin had already washed the stone mill once, it was not dirty at all. Zhao Xiangyun poured some water on it, and washed it once.

Just then, Jiang Weimin came out from the kitchen.

"Let me do it!" he said.

Zhao Xiangyun moved out of the way, Jiang Weimin ground the beans, and she poured the beans into her eyes.

Not long after, a strand of green soya-bean milk was grinded.

If you only make soy milk, collect all of this back, add some water, and boil it to drink.

But tofu was a little troublesome.

Use a clean cloth to filter, filter out soy milk, and then add a certain proportion of well water, steamed.

When Jiang Weimin was alone before, his days were rather rough.

Only he could eat the food he cooked.

It was the first time he had seen such delicate work.

On one side, he was listening to Zhao Xiangyun's instructions, adding fuel to the fire on the stove, and on the other, observing the Zhao Xiangyun who was sweating profusely.

Zhao Xiangyun's gaze was always on the pot. When the soy milk bubbled, she said to Jiang Weimin: "Do you have a wooden box? It's around this big, and needs to be clean!"

Zhao Xiangyun did a few gestures, and it was only approximately one square meter.

Jiang Weimin thought of the drawer in his room, without saying a word, he went to his room to retrieve the drawer, took out the things from the drawer, and went to the kitchen to wash the drawer clean.

Zhao Xiangyun placed a piece of net and gauze, which she had previously used to filter out the water, in a wooden drawer and placed it on the side as a backup.

The soy milk in the wok had reached a critical moment.

To make tofu, the most important step was to order the brine.

In this age, if there was nothing special, they would have to prepare it themselves.

Salt, vinegar, according to a certain proportion, with clear water, can replace gypsum and brine as brine.

Zhao Xiangyun slowly poured the prepared brine into the pot, using the spatula to stir it non-stop, fusing the brine with the soy milk.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the soy milk in the wok slowly began to condense.

"Do you want tofu brains?" Zhao Xiangyun asked Jiang Weimin.

Jiang Weimin didn't say anything for a long time. She turned his head to look at Jiang Weimin and realised that his mind had wandered quite a bit.

Moreover, his gaze was always on her.

"Jiang Weimin..." Zhao Xiangyun shouted again.

Jiang Weimin regained his senses, "What?"

"Do you want tofu brains?" Zhao Xiangyun asked.

"Alright!"

Zhao Xiangyun scooped out two bowls.

A bowl of small ones and a bowl of big ones.

The bigger ones were brought home for the Zhao Family to eat.

This one is for Jiang Weimin to eat.

As for herself … During weight loss, keep your mouth shut, open your legs, and eat nothing after meals.

Since Jiang Weimin didn't have any sugar, he could only eat non-sugar bean curd.

But even so, he still felt sweet.

Compared to eating sugar, it made people feel sweet.