After sending away the old stonemason, Zhang Ran couldn't wait to call Sankui from next door and asked him to help test whether this new stone mill was good or not.

First of all, Zhang Ran scooped up some of the soaked soybeans with a wooden spoon and poured them into the small hole above the stone mill until the soybeans filled the small hole, and then signaled Sankui to start grinding...

"Hey~" Sankui rubbed his hands and grabbed the handle of the stone mill, shouted, and then pushed it up, with the sound of rattling, the grinding disc weighing dozens of kilograms was slowly pushed.

With the rotation of the stone mill, the soybeans began to slowly enter between the grinding teeth, and were ground under the squeezing and grinding of the upper and lower grinding discs, turning into milky white bean juice slowly flowing out of the grinding gap between the two stone mills, seeping into the surrounding grooves, and finally gathering together and flowing into the wooden barrel under the grinding mouth...

Zhang Ran held the wooden bucket in one hand and the wooden spoon in the other, and whenever the soybeans on the grinding piece were about to run out, he scooped out a few spoonfuls of soybeans from the wooden barrel and added them.

And Sankui kept pushing the stone mill, grinding the soybeans that Zhang Ran added into it into bean juice little by little.

During this period, when Sankui was grinding, Zhang Ran took a small half spoonful of bean juice with a wooden spoon, carefully checked it, and found that the new stone mill was really better than the old one. The soybean juice ground by the new stone mill rarely has the same particles as last time, and most of them are ground out into juice.

"Brother Ran, how is it? Can the bean juice from the new stone mill be used? Sankui pushed the stone mill like sweat and rain, and asked Zhang Ran with an expectant face.

"So far, it's enough!" Zhang Ran looked at the milky white bean juice in the wooden spoon and nodded. Although this freshly ground bean juice cannot be compared with the bean juice milled by the big machines of later generations, it is enough to filter it and use it to make tofu.

"That's good! That's good! ”

As soon as he heard that this bean juice finally satisfied Zhang Ran, Sankui was immediately full of energy, and the speed of pushing the stone mill was obviously much faster than just now.

With the concerted efforts of the two, a large vat of soybeans was quickly ground into bean juice and a large vat was filled.

Seeing that the wooden barrels were full, Zhang Ran exchanged the empty bucket in his hand with the bucket of bean juice, lifted the full bucket of bean juice, and said to the panting Sankui beside him: "Sankui, you rest for a while, I'll go and bring the remaining bucket of soybeans." ”

"Okay, okay! Hurry up! Sankui waved his hand weakly, sat on the wooden pier, and didn't want to move anymore.

Seeing this, Zhang Ran shook his head and walked to the front yard with the barrel.

Placing a wooden bucket full of bean juice in the front yard, Zhang Ran took out a bucket of soaked soybeans from the kitchen and carried it to the backyard.

"Sankui, let's change this time, you pour soybeans, I'll grind!"

Seeing that Sankui was tired enough, and he hadn't eased up for a long time, Zhang Ran took the initiative to take over the laborious work of pushing and grinding, so that Sankui could breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's not going to work!" Sankui jumped up from the wooden pier suddenly, waved his hand again and again, and said, "It's better for me to come, your body is weak and can't withstand such a toss." ”

"It's okay, I'll push it for a while, just grind half a barrel, and you will grind the rest, isn't that okay?"

As he spoke, Zhang Ran directly stuffed the wooden spoon into Sankui's hand, and put the wooden barrel in front of the stone mill, and then, reaching out to hold the guard of the stone mill, he had enough strength to push the stone mill hard.

"Squeak~"

The stone mill turned again, and the milky white bean juice slowly seeped out from between the cracks in the stone mill and flowed into the wooden barrel.

......

It took nearly half an hour, and Zhang Ran and the two finally ground the two buckets of soybeans into bean juice before the sun set.

Carrying the bean juice to the front yard, while it was not yet dark, Zhang Ran and Sankui hurriedly lit a fire in the fire pit, and took a pottery kettle to pour the bean juice into it, and boiled it over high heat until it boiled.

After the bean juice was cooked, Zhang Ran poured the slowly salted water that had been melted in advance into the clay kettle, and at the same time stirred it well with a wooden spoon...

When the brine (brine) meets the gelatinous bean juice, a violent chemical reaction is quickly created, and a large amount of protein begins to coagulate.

Then, a magical scene appeared, only to see that the original gelatinous bean juice in the pottery kettle quickly condensed into pieces of white lumps, and soon covered the entire pottery kettle...

Zhang Ran scooped out a spoonful of condensed bean juice from the pottery kettle, put it in a bowl, handed it to Sankui beside him, and said, "How about tasting this bowl of tofu brain?" ”

"Bean... Rot... Brain? This name is so strange..., Brother Ran, why do you call this bean juice tofu brain? Holding a bowl of tofu brain, Sankui asked with curiosity on his face.

"Hehe..."Zhang Ran smiled slightly, and teased with some evil taste: "Look at this bowl of bean juice, its color is as white as jade, and the texture is soft and delicate, like the brain marrow of an animal?" ”

"Poof..."

Sankui, who had just taken a small sip of tofu brain, and had not yet had time to swallow it, felt a creep in his heart after hearing Zhang Ran's words, and then looked down at the tofu brain in the bowl, and suddenly thought of some bad things, only to feel a tumbling stomach for a while, and couldn't help but squirt out the tofu brain in his mouth violently...

"Brother Ran! You... You're giving me something like this? Sankui's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhang Ran in disbelief, his face full of grievances.

"Joke, just joke!" Seeing that Sankui reacted so violently, Zhang Ran suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly explained: "I also said this casually, if you think this name is not good, you can choose one." Anyway, this is the thing, it doesn't matter what it's called, you can call it whatever you want! ”

"Uh" Sankui held this bowl of tofu brain, his expression was very tangled, if Zhang Ran didn't talk about the animal brain just now, Sankui would definitely drink this bowl of tofu brain happily. However, after Zhang Ran's description, Sankui looked at this bowl of tofu brains but couldn't swallow it.

Different from Sankui's entanglement, Zhang then often drinks tofu brain, and since he was born, tofu brain has always been this name, called for nearly 20 years, and he has been used to it, and he has completely desensitized to it, as long as he doesn't see the brain marrow of an animal with his own eyes, he is drinking tofu brain when he dies. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Ran would not have had any adverse reactions at all.

Therefore, while admiring Sankui's repeatedly tangled expression, Zhang Ran slowly filled a bowl of tofu brain for himself, put it to his mouth and blew it, and then took a small sip.

"Hmm... The taste was ok, quite tender"

After tasting a small bite of tofu brain, Zhang Ran found that this fresh tofu brain that had just been baked tasted smooth and delicious, and it also had a little bit of soybean fragrance, which felt very good, so he couldn't help but drink two more sips.