Grinding tofu is Su Zifang's housekeeping skill.

In order to learn to make Wensi tofu, he grinds hundreds of catties of soy milk.

But when I saw the pot of tofu in front of me, I looked at the household juicer and still broke out in a cold sweat.

"Is that all?"

"That's it. ”

"Come on...... then"

Su Zifang resigned himself to making soy milk.

In addition to Zhao Xiaoman's almond tofu at today's tofu banquet, the other seven dishes are all counting on the household version of the Jiuyang soybean milk machine in his hand.

Chicken bean curd, Wensi tofu, and mapo tofu need to use tender tofu. Tofu dumplings and fire square tofu are both normal tofu, tofu boxes and Yipin tofu need old tofu.

In this way, in addition to the soy milk is not used, the later stages of the tofu are rounded.

Su Zifang suddenly thought of Jia Xibei's poisonous comment when he was learning tofu cooking before.

"I advise some of you not to think about where to become a chef after graduation, but to open a tofu shop across the street from the school! ”

Now that I think about it, it's really right.

Soybeans are an ingredient that can be sold when they are not soaked, beans can be sold if they are oversoaked, and bean sprouts that cannot be sold can be transplanted and grown up to continue to sell soybeans. And even if you can't sell it into soy milk, you can make tofu brains, and if you can't sell it out, you can sell tender tofu, normal tofu, and old tofu, but you can't sell it, and there are stinky tofu and rotten (rǔ) ......

"Brother Fang?"

Mu Fei looked at Su Zifang's contemplative appearance and pulled his thoughts back in a loud voice: "If you don't hurry up, this tofu banquet will be changed to a night banquet." ”

"Right now! right now!"

Su Zifang concentrated and began to beat soy milk.

On the other side, Zhao Xiaoman and Zhang Zidan also began to prepare the ingredients that everyone needed.

"Boss Su, how do you cut your fireside tofu salty (ròu) and ham? and Wensi tofu, do you want me to cut the accessories for you?"

"No, I'll just come by myself, you can help me prepare a pot of three treasures. ”

"Do you need a boiling pot?" Zhao Xiaoman asked from the soul.

Su Zifang: ......

"yes, I don't need to boil the pot. ”

After a few seconds of pause, Su Zifang slapped his head, and he was busy: "You can help Mu Fei prepare, I don't need to do this." ”

When Mu Fei heard this, he immediately shouted: "Then it's troublesome Sister Zidan to help me cut a portion of foam (ròu) foam and shallots." ”

"Okay. ”

Zhao Xiaoman and Zhang Zidan immediately began to prepare.

After a full hour, Su Zifang and Mu Fei finally completed all the soybean milk grinding and filtration processes, poured the prepared brine into the soybean milk and stirred well to start preparing to make tofu.

"If the old tofu is freshly cooked, it may taste worse. Su Zifang looked at the tofu that was gradually forming in the mold and said.

"It's good to be usable, it shouldn't be too much worse. Zhang Zidan and Zhao Xiaoman were surprisingly unanimous.

During this period, Yang Qiong came in to look at it twice, took a cucumber, two tomatoes, and a xiaolongbao that was deducted by Mu Fei in the morning, and finally couldn't help asking, "How long can I eat?"

"Probably ......," Mu Fei counted the time.

"An hour. Su Zifang replied first.

"It takes another fifteen minutes for the tofu to curdle, after which you can make three dishes, the next two and a half dishes can be completed in an hour, and the last three dishes must be ready in an hour. ”

Looking at the shocked eyes of the few people on the side, Su Zifang raised the corners of his mouth.

Just kidding, is it really when he made hundreds of catties of tofu for nothing?

"Then I'll wait for you for an hour. Yang Qiong touched her stomach and left, and when she left, she didn't forget to pass on a word: "Master Xue said that he still has half an hour to come over, and let you help make a pot of broth, just pork bones and chicken racks." ”

"Soup, Master, what are you going to do?" Su Zifang looked at the other three.

"Tofu stock? Zhao Xiaoman shook his head.

"I don't know. Zhang Zidan didn't wait for Su Zifang to look at it, and took the initiative to shake his head.

"Maybe Grandpa Xue doesn't know that we make a tofu feast, he just casually asks us to make a pot of soup, anyway, it won't be too unpalatable. Mu Fei guessed.

Su Zifang: !!

The three of them looked at each other.

With Xue Yi's strength, it seems that there will really be this (qíng) situation.

Anyway, most soups are based on broth, so as long as the original soup tastes good and the ingredients are in the right proportion, there won't be much of a problem.

"Then let's boil it according to what Master said, anyway, our dishes are all set, and we just need the broth. Su Zifang arranged for Mu Fei to boil the soup stock, and continued to look at the tofu by himself.

In fact, there has always been soup stock in the kitchen after eating silently, just to make the flavor of the banquet dish better, they still boiled it again.

When Mu Fei came back from processing the broth, the bean curd and tender tofu were ready.

"Look, does it meet the requirements?" Su Zifang handed the tofu to Mu Fei.

"No problem. Mu Fei looked at the bean curd and then the tender tofu, and both were satisfied.

"Then you go ahead and I'll take care of it quickly. Su Zifang continued to take care of the other two tofu molds.

In fact, the method of tender tofu, tofu, and old tofu is the same, the difference is that their water content is different, the amount of tender tofu is the highest, and the old tofu is the least, so as long as the shape is maintained when pressing, the water can be excluded as much as possible.

Su Zifang looked at the amount of water pressed out under the mold, estimated that the two kinds of tofu were almost finished, and beckoned Zhao Xiaoman to help disassemble the tofu cloth.

Sure enough, a white and bright tofu appeared in the mold, with a layer of tofu cloth printed on the outside, cut off a piece and held it in your hand, heavy and weighty, and the feeling of tender tofu breaking when touched is completely different.

"Yes. Zhao Xiaoman and Zhang Zidan glanced at the tofu and said with satisfaction.

"Then let's do it. Su Zifang picked up the tofu he wanted to use and went to the side to prepare it.

"Hey, Boss Su, do you still have jelly here? Zhao Xiaoman took the tofu and suddenly came back and asked.

"There doesn't seem to be any jelly in the store. Zhang Zidan returned to Zhao Xiaoman first.

"I know, but Boss Su has made cold powder dishes before, so there should be one. ”

"Liangfen......" Su Zifang rubbed his brows, carefully recalling the small bag left over from the previous cooking of Shuixin Xuan Cake.

It was as if I had poured a bottle into it and put it on the cooking rack.

Su Zifang raised his hand, opened the cupboard, and found a jar of white powder without a label.

"It should be this. ”

"Thank you, Boss Su. Zhao Xiaoman took the cold powder and thanked him.

"What do you do with cold powder?" Su Zifang said curiously.

"Almond tofu. Originally, I was going to use agar, but there didn't seem to be one in the store, so I replaced it with cold powder. ”

Su Zifang: ......

"Okay, I got it. ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at the other two: "I haven't noticed these ingredients that are not commonly used before, if you need to use them, you can tell me later, and I will ask my dad to buy a batch." ”

"Okay. "Zhang Zidan is cutting tofu skin, his movements are light, and his return is also very light.

Mu Fei was different, he directly put down the kitchen knife and began to count: "Kaili red sour soup, single mountain dipping water, all kinds of dried mushrooms, chicken fir mushroom oil, Xuanwei ham, ......"

After talking for three minutes, it was as if he was going to move his grandfather's warehouse in Diancheng to Jingling.