Maybe there is a plan in her heart, Le Zitao's whole heart is down-to-earth, and when the sun moves westward, she moved all the things to dry back to the small workshop, and the water is also full of water tanks, and the firewood behind the stove also moved in, after doing these things, she went to heat up the rest of the meal and ate it hot, at this time, of course, there is no such thing as noon, fragile for a while, but it has been fragile, that is Xianglin's sister-in-law.

Le Zitao cleaned up the kitchen, turned back and forth, and made sure that the doors were locked, and then carried water back to the room, bathed, washed, and rested.

Until then, she hadn't noticed any change in herself, or maybe there was nothing wrong with her skin becoming creamy white.

Taking his clothes to drive away the mosquitoes and flies in the tent, Le Zitao washed out the small oil lamp and got in, crossed the tent door and stuffed it under the mat, pulled the thin quilt over his stomach, and began to continue to think about the space.

It's just that when she went in again this time, she felt that the fog that was as thick as condensed milk seemed to fade a little, but nothing else had changed, the water droplets were still seeping slowly, and the puddles were also like that, and they didn't seep out.

Le Zitao raised her head and walked around below to observe what the hanging thing looked like, and after several circles, she suddenly found that the thing looked like a dice, a dice with a corner hanging down, however, there were no points on it, the whole was blue and blue, and it was very clear.

"Why does it sound familiar?" Le Zitao muttered to herself, she didn't think about it for a long time, she gave up this doubt, turned to the blue water, last night, she accidentally drank this water, it seems to have fallen asleep, and when she got up today, she was still refreshed, which shows that this water can be drunk, but she fainted immediately, does it mean that she has absorbed too much?

Le Zitao had an idea, got out of the space again, got up and poured a cup of cold water from the table and brought it in, and took a drop into it, she thought that the water might roll a few times like falling on her hand, but she didn't expect that the cold water in the whole cup instantly turned light blue.

She thought about it, and came out with this glass of water, mixed it with the water in the kettle, and then faded the blue, and she tasted it, it was cool, with a hint of sweetness, and it was very comfortable to drink, and it didn't appear as strange as last night.

I will use this as a tea in the future. Le Zitao put down the cup with satisfaction and went to sleep peacefully.

The next day, as soon as the morning bell got up, Le Zitao woke up, washed up quickly, and did not cook, but went directly into the small workshop.

The soybeans soaked last night were already ready, she took some flushed water, prepared a gauze bag and put it in the wooden barrel, began to grind the bean juice, and pushed it with a long handle, at first it was light and fluttering, but after a while, she felt that her hands were sore, and she had no choice, so she had to cheer up and seriously compete with the stone mill.

Fortunately, she just tried the test, and didn't dare to ink a lot of beans, looking at the almost, she stopped, carried out the next step of filtration, moved the bucket with bean juice to the bottom of the cross stick, pulled down the rope and tied the four corners of the gauze bag, the gauze bag hung upside down, the bean juice was not added with water, it was a little thick, she thought about it, and went to scoop the water on the gauze bag, spoonful after spoonful, silently calculating the proportion in her heart, Le Shuhua did this, has always relied on experience, so many years, there is no need to measure to pinch this accurate, But the original owner Le Zitao didn't know these things, so if Le Zitao wanted to do it now, the memory of the original owner would not work, and she could only rely on the practices she had experienced before.

It seems that a pound of soybeans should be added with 5,000 milliliters of water? And then grind the beans for two minutes?

Well, I think she grinds the bean juice first and then adds a reason, right? Le Zitao looked at the wooden spoon in his hand, this spoon is not small, and it is estimated that there is also a liter, right? Thinking about the beans just now, Le Zitao hesitated and added half a spoonful of water, took a stick and stirred it, and felt that it was almost there, so he went to raise the fire.

The bean juice mixed with water was all poured into the cauldron, only half of the pot was full, and Le Zitao did not add a lid, so it was burned, and after a while, the bean juice boiled, and she sprinkled some firewood, and kept it on a low fire for about three minutes before it completely sprinkled the fire.

After Le Zitao finished this, she sighed loudly, she had no clock to see, everything could only be according to her estimated time, and she didn't know if she could eat it.

Then, it was time to cool down for five minutes, she stood up, washed her hands, took a bowl and made a small bowl of soy milk and drank it slowly, while holding a spoon to skim off the layer of foam on it.

The soy milk didn't add anything, drinking it lightly, and there was a smell of earth, Le Zitao stopped after two sips, frowning and looking at the bowl, it was so unpalatable, how could it be sold?

After thinking about it, she put it down, turned around and went to the kitchen to look for white vinegar like turning over the cabinets, she knew that the jar used for Le Shuhua to point the marinade was placed on the wooden shelf of the small workshop, but she also knew that it must be salt and brine soaked water, that thing, put it and make it is old tofu, it is not good, but it will be poisoned, she made tofu for the first time, but she didn't want to cause a life lawsuit, it was safer, according to the method she would, white vinegar mixed with water to some marinade.