Yao Xian's heart is really happy, the loneliness in the morning is now gone, the three brothers are there, even Mr. Dong is there, she happily entered the stove room, humming a little song and began to Zhang Luo.

Brush the pot and wash the rice mixed with the underwater pot, a series of actions she did with ease, grabbed a handful of leaves, lit it with a fire fold, carefully stuffed the fire into the stove door, took advantage of the fire, quickly added some small branches to start the fire, and blew a few breaths, the fire was immediately bigger.

Yao Hao remembered that when the New Year was celebrated in previous years, she would get up before dawn on Chinese New Year's Eve.

However, the Yan family had already gotten up, and was busy grinding the beans that had been soaked overnight into soy milk with a stone mill, and when he saw Yao Yanqi, he would ask her to boil the meat first.

Yao Shi put the meat in the pot and added a few more firewood, until the fire was big, she would go to the courtyard to help Yan grind soy milk.

The golden beans were soaked in water overnight, the grains were full, and the snow-white soybean milk flowed out along the cracks of the edge of the stone mill, and then flowed all the way down the stone trough into the wooden barrel, faintly smelling the fragrance of sweet soy milk.

Yan Shi was tired of pushing, Yao Shi would ask herself to push for a while, she grabbed the handle, scooped a scoop of beans, poured it through the small hole of the stone mill, and then quickly pushed the grinding. She likes to watch the soy milk flow out of the cracks, into the stone trough, into the wooden barrel, white as snow, smelling sweet, and she doesn't feel tired.

After grinding the beans, the next thing is to boil the soy milk, the big iron pot has already been brushed clean, a bucket of soybean milk is poured into the pot, Yao Xi hurriedly burns the fire, the fire of boiling soybean milk should be used to use a stable simmer, not too vigorous, otherwise the soybean milk will have a burnt smell.

Taking advantage of this time, Yan will peel the sweet potatoes, cut them into thin slices, and then put them in a pot and mix them with water to boil until the sweet potatoes are soft and rotten, and then strain them with a basket.

If the fire is too big, you don't need to care, Yao Xi will take over the work of pounding sweet potato puree. This is the first step of frying oil cakes, the sweet potatoes are boiled and then poured into a wooden basin and mashed into a puree, then mixed with the same amount of noodles, and then beaten into three or four eggs to mix well, and finally mixed into a ball of sweet potato noodles.

The noodles were reconciled, the soy milk was boiling, Yan was busy washing all kinds of dishes, and Yao Shi was sitting in front of the stove and watching the fire, occasionally peeling the skin or something.

The soybean milk was almost boiling in half an hour, Yao Xi hurriedly washed another big iron pot, built a wooden frame on it, and then put a shakupan on the wooden frame, and then laid a very fine strainer on the shakutan, and then scooped the boiling soybean milk into the shauji, the bean dregs would accumulate in the shauki strainer, and the soymilk flowed into the big iron pot.

This step does not need Yan's help, Yao Xi can do it himself, and he can separate the soy milk and bean dregs in a few moments.

It's just that there is still a lot of soy milk left in the okara, and it's a pity to throw it away, at this time, the Yan family will put down the work in his hand and stand face to face with Yao Yan. The two of them grabbed the corners of the two strainers, and you and I shook them up and down, left and right, and the remaining soy milk flowed into the pot.

After separating the bean dregs, there is only milky white soy milk left in the pot, Yao Shi will take four bowls, put some sugar in each bowl, and then scoop a bowl full of soy milk.

The hot soybean milk is embellished with sugar, fragrant and sweet, for Yao Shi, it is the best thing to drink, but Yao Shi's favorite is the soft and sweet bean curd.

After the soybean milk is filtered, it should be boiled over a simmer, at this time Yan will add brine to the soybean milk, with this thing, the soybean milk can be solidified into bean curd, and it can be boiled for half an hour to produce flowers.

Yao Xi had already prepared a bowl, and when Yan said that it was okay to eat, she couldn't wait to scoop a bowl, drip some oil, add various seasonings, and finally sprinkle some green onions, a bowl of fragrant bean curd.

On Chinese New Year's Eve's breakfast, the family is eating bean flowers, Yao Zhenghe will take Yao Jiang to various temples in the village to burn incense, while Yan and Yao Yan continue to work in the stove house, they are about to start frying oil cakes.

Sweet potato pancake is a way to eat in Yan's hometown, take the dough the size of a baby's fist, stuff it with brown sugar, make it into a cake shape and fry it in the oil pan, and fry it until it is golden on both sides and floats out of the oil surface.

The mother and daughter cooperate very tacitly, Yao Shi rubs the dough, Yan's stuffing, one after another the cakes are put into the pot, and one after another out of the pot, Yao Shi will eat two while he is free, the skin is soft and sweet, and the bite is really fragrant, if the bite is deep, the brown sugar liquid will flow out, and Yao Shi has been blistered on the tip of his tongue several times.

She smiled and added another fire to the stove. After frying the sweet potato pancakes, my mother began to fry all kinds of side dishes, generally five dishes, plus a roasted tofu, a plate of sweet potato pancakes, and a plate of fried peanuts, which is the most sumptuous meal in the family in a year.

Because of the Chinese New Year, Yao Zheng poured a glass of wine for everyone, and the sound of firecrackers outside, although it was not as lively as others, but the family of four was still happy.

Every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, Yao Yan still misses it very much. She left home in September and hasn't been back since, and the thoughts in her heart have long been loaded, and if there are still people around her who care, she can't bear it anyway.

Thinking of his father and mother who are far away in Xiaotou Village, they must have bought New Year's goods at this time, and the family is waiting for them to go back.

Grunt-----

The water was already boiling, Yao Yan got up and lifted the lid of the pot, stirred it with a spoon, and then closed the lid and sat down.

There was a sound of talking outside, she got up and went out with a busy smile, only to see that the three of them were carrying a lot of them in their hands, and Qiu Zhan was still carrying a struggling chicken in her hand.

"Where's Mr. Dong?" Yao Shi didn't see Dong Shu.

He rested in his room, saying that he was called when the meal was ready. Meng explained.

Yao Yan stepped forward to take a dish, and several people crowded into the stove room.

Xin Xiran had never done such a thing in his life, but he was not happy to let Yao Xi cook for the four of them alone, so he wiped his sleeves and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Yao Yan couldn't help but smile: "Big young master, just sit in the house, don't help here." ”

Xin Xiran was not happy: "Why can they be fine, I can't." I'm not as lazy as Old Man Dong, in my opinion, he just can't do it himself, and no one makes it for him, so he eats very coldly, and when he sees us all here today, he has a plan to eat white food. ”

"It's not white food, but these ingredients are someone else's. "Qiu Zhan has always been honest.

Yao Xi also echoed: "No, it's good that I didn't sue you to the prison." Okay, if you really want to find something to do, wash the dishes. ”

Xin Xiran immediately sharpened his knife and washed vegetables, he still did this kind of thing.

From time to time, there are a few sounds of ridicule, laughter and scolding in the stove room, and the sound of dishes falling to the ground, as well as the sound of stir-frying, coughing, and all kinds of sounds are mixed together, but in the ears of outsiders, it is particularly lively and vivid.

Wei Za asked tentatively, "Young Master, do you want to go in first and take a look?"

Qiu Ji was silent for a while, then turned around and walked out.

"Young Master-----" Wei Za shouted, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh silently and follow.