In the past few days, in the room where Parsley sleeps, there is a strange fragrance coiling, which is becoming clearer and clearer.

Parsley knows that the moldy tofu she makes is almost moldy.

She removed the top layer of wheat straw and greeted her moldy tofu with the joy of victory.

Lifting the layer of tofu cloth on the plastic basket, a special and rich moldy bean smell came to the nose.

The twenty cubes of tofu lying quietly on the tofu cloth at the bottom of the basket have long since disappeared from their original white and tender eyes, as if they are happily welcoming the arrival of the New Year, and they are all dressed in yellow-red coats and wrapped in thick yellow juice.

At this time, the tofu cloth on the bottom layer was also soaked in yellow juice and dyed into other colors, except for the outer circle where the tofu had not been touched by white, and the center was a warm orange-yellow color.

The wheat straw under the basket is moistened by absorbing the juice from the tofu, and the aroma of moldy beans is faintly emanating from the aroma of the wheat.

Parsley brought the basket with moldy tofu into the hall, which first attracted Duan Wen's attention.

Duan Wen stretched out his head to look into the basket, and saw that the dry cube tofu was wrapped in a layer of yellow-red clothes, and couldn't help but laugh, "Hey, the caraway tofu is still beautiful!" ”

Duan Xiang couldn't help but lean in, and after seeing the true face of the moldy tofu, he said with interest: "Isn't it just like the bottle of moldy tofu that Parsley brought back yesterday."

"I'm not ready yet." Parsley said.

Nine times out of ten, the mass-produced moldy tofu is made by cutting corners. Just like what Parsley said yesterday, the bottles of moldy tofu in packages sent by Hong Cheng look good, smell fragrant, spicy and salty, but there is no amazing taste in the mouth.

Ever since he knew that the bottle of moldy tofu was sent by Hong Cheng, Duan Wen was haunted in his heart and felt awkward.

This is the weasel giving the chicken a New Year's greeting, not well-intentioned!

Duan Wen couldn't hold back, couldn't hold back the words in his heart, and said to Parsley with a little reproach, "You made moldy tofu yourself, what do you still do if you accept other people's tofu?" ”

Xiangqin's eyes were helpless, and Duan Wen's situation was shelved yesterday, and Duan Wen didn't know. She just wanted to taste it at the time, but Duan Xiang actually ate it as a meal, and Aizhi was also unsatisfied. She was a favor, borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and the three of them divided the three bottles of moldy tofu brought by Hong Cheng.

Xiangqin shook her head and smiled softly, and didn't explain so much to Duan Wen, but said: "Collect it, just collect it, I'll make this moldy tofu, and I'll give him a few pieces."

Duan Wen bowed his head, his expression solemn, "Well, we don't owe anyone anything." ”

Parsley did some more preparations.

Without a suitable utensil, parsley had to vacate the basin that is usually used to mix noodles, and threw the chopped fennel into the basin with a little chili, pepper and pepper that had been ground into the powder, and added a little salt, and poured in an appropriate amount of sesame oil to mix.

She used chopsticks to put the moldy tofu into a basin piece by piece, turned them over, coated them with spices, and let them soak in the spiced sesame oil.

After doing this, Parsley poured white wine into the basin again. This liquor is still the Moutai that Duan Wen brought back from his brother-in-law Dou Hai on New Year's Day last time.

The liquor can be disinfected, and the mellow aroma is integrated into the moldy tofu, and it can also enhance the flavor.

Finally, parsley covers the mouth of the pot with a tofu cloth and allows the moldy tofu to ferment for another two or three days.

Smelling the fragrance, the gluttonous worms in Duan Yongyuan's stomach had already been weird. Even Rhubarb meowed around Parsley's heels, rubbing and rubbing on her legs, coquettishly begging for food.

"Don't be in a hurry to cover it, let me take a bite first."

He approached the basin, but it was too late, and the basin was carried away by parsley.

"Wait another two or three days." Including parsley, there are one, two, and three around here are foodies.

Just as he was thinking about it, another foodie came to the door automatically as if he smelled it. Aizhi took Xiao Bao'er to the South Courtyard.

As soon as he entered the hall, he smelled the smell of incense, and Aizhi couldn't help but twitch his nose and sniff and sniff, and when he came back to his senses, he was already speechless.

Swallowing his saliva, Aizhi smiled greedily and asked, "What's delicious, why is it fragrant?"

Xiangqin handed over the basin in her hand, "The moldy tofu I made myself has just been stuffy, and it will take two or three days to get better." ”

"I don't think the moldy tofu you made is better than the one that the young man sent yesterday." Aizhi doesn't pat her ass at this time, and when the time comes, the moldy tofu made by parsley will not be divided into hers?

Duan Yongyuan echoed Aizhi, and also patted the parsley whiskers, "That's a must!" ”

Xiangqin blushed a little, and said shyly: "I'll eat it for you when it's ready!"

Duan Yongyuan heard someone shouting outside, thinking that it was Duan Hao and the others who told him to play cards, so he put on his jacket and went to Duan Xiang's house.

At this time, it was freezing cold, and I couldn't feel a trace of temperature from the sun.

The snow on the ground reflects the light, and it irritates your eyes when you look at it.

Duan Yongyuan stepped on the snow, and the sound of "eating" step by step was like a transposition movement, but it was very pleasant to the ear.

He blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes to the bright light outside.

followed Duan Hao to Duan Xiang's house quickly, and saw that the tables and chairs in the hall had been arranged, and Duan Xiang was sitting and shuffling playing cards.

Duan Yongyuan sat down next to him, and heard Duan Xiang ask, "Yongzi, what did you eat at noon?"

Duan Yongyuan was stunned for a moment, "Soup noodles." ”

Duan Xiang leaned over, his nose ran back and forth on Duan Yongyuan's body like a locomotive, and finally came to a conclusion, "You don't have the smell of soup noodles on you." ”

Duan Yongyuan was stunned, and at the same time exclaimed, what kind of nose is Duan Xiang, he is wearing a cotton jacket to wrap it, and Duan Xiang smells it, it is even more intelligent than a puppy's nose!

Duan Yongyuan said: "It's moldy tofu made from parsley. ”

Duan Xiang was overjoyed and excited, "Are you done?" ”

"No, it's going to take two or three days."

"Is it two days, or three days?"

"I don't know ...... either"

As soon as Duan Hao heard the sound of playing cards, his heart was itching, and his hands were also itchy, so he urged them, "You two don't just think about eating, hurry up and open the cards!" ”

Three days later, Duan Yongyuan finally ate the moldy tofu that he had never forgotten, and he still felt that the parsley was better than the one sent by Hong Cheng, and it was still obvious.

Of the twenty pieces of moldy tofu, Duan Xiang packed five pieces, and sent three pieces to Aizhi, and the wrapped five pieces were to be kept by Hong Cheng.

It was originally a worthless thing, so he left five yuan for others, Duan Wen was very shabby, so he said to Parsley: "Put the rest on Hong Cheng's kid, if you want to eat it, let's make it ourselves, anyway, isn't there still a bottle." ”

He was very generous, but Duan Yongyuan was unwilling, "That bottle is not delicious, leaving him five yuan is considered cheap." Otherwise, return the unfinished bottle to him. ”

Listen to what he doesn't say!

Duan Wen raised his hand and made a gesture to whip him.

Duan Yongyuan hurriedly defended again, "It will take a few days for that parsley to be made again." Parsley, how many days did you use to make the moldy tofu this time? ”

Parsley counted in her heart, "Ten days." ”

Although it is not a valuable thing, it does not take much effort to do, but it takes too long, and Duan Yongyuan is not that patient.

So he said: "I don't want to owe anyone anything, wait for the parsley to be made again, even if it is given to Hong Cheng." He flattered Duan Wen, "Let's keep these pieces and eat them for ourselves." ”

It's not that Duan Wen can't find the words to refute him, in fact, to put it in his heart, he, like Duan Yongyuan, is reluctant.

Put five pieces of moldy tofu in a small plastic bag, and carry the parsley to Duan Xiang's house.

When she went, Duan Xiang was busy in the kitchen.

This will have lunch, is it possible that Duan Xiang is hungry again?

Xiangqin didn't think it was strange, I thought he was making noodles, but when I went in, I realized that he had blanched a pot of bean sprouts.

Duan Xiang was fast enough, scooped out the bean sprouts with a colander, passed them in the cold water for a while, and put them in the bowl.

He took another piece of moldy tofu, which was about to be brought over from the South Courtyard.

Duan Xiang put the moldy tofu into the bean sprouts, and couldn't wait to taste it, seeing that his exaggerated appearance seemed to be so delicious that he wanted to bite off his tongue.

It's no wonder you'll enjoy it!

Xiangqin put the moldy tofu on the stove, "Uncle Xiangzi, this is for Hong Cheng." ”

Duan Xiang's eyes immediately changed when he looked at Parsley, "Don't you dislike Hong Cheng, and you still think about what he does?" ”

"No matter whether it's delicious or not, people have sent us three bottles of moldy tofu."

Duan Xiang nodded, realizing that there was no special meaning here except for human affection. If parsley really has a special meaning to Hong Cheng, this moldy tofu will not be faked.

The stone in Duan Xiang's heart fell, "You put it there, and when he comes over to collect the bean sprouts, I'll give it to him." ”

Before leaving, Parsley ate a few bites of blanched bean sprouts, and did not forget to warn him, "Don't eat these pieces!" ”

Xiangqin really knew him, Duan Xiangzheng meant that.

said that she didn't want to owe favors, and Xiangqin went back to the clinic several times to see a doctor and grab medicine, and she was taken care of by Dr. Liu.

She picked up two pieces of slightly larger moldy tofu, pocketed them in a plastic bag, and sent them to Dr. Liu.

Although the things are not worth much or much, at least they are a heart.

This is called courtesy and affection.

The main road is not like the traffic in the village, there are many people coming and going on the main road, it can be described as a busy traffic, the snow melts, and it is trampled into mud.

The snow turned into water and condensed into ice, the road was cold and slippery, and Parsley was careful with every step.

Passing through the culvert to the crossroads, and getting closer to the clinic, Parsley heard a familiar voice.

"Hurry up, I've got something!"

Hong Cheng didn't know who he was arguing with, and his voice was loud and annoyed.

Parsley continued to walk, and when she turned the corner, she saw a small truck parked on the side of the road at the south end, and there were two people in the car, a man and a woman.

The man is none other than Hong Cheng, and the woman's parsley also feels familiar.

Even if she hadn't seen her recently, she must have seen the woman before she was reborn. RS