The filtered soybean milk is all packed into the clay jar, and under the clay jar, the flame burns incessantly.

As time passed, the soy milk inside the clay jar began to heat up and gradually boiled.

Han Cheng stared at the clay jar tightly, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart, for fear that the boiling soybean milk in the clay jar would bubble up outside the vat when it first began to boil.

If this happens, it means that the water used this time is not suitable for making tofu.

If this is the case, then no matter how successful the tofu order is, it will be impossible to think of making good tofu.

Fortunately, what Han Cheng was worried about did not happen, and the soy milk in the vat rolled for a while before it began to have a tendency to bubble up outside the vask.

Han Cheng used a clay pot that was not too big to raise the soup to stop the boiling, and at the same time asked people to withdraw all the fire under the jar, and the coals should not be left.

If you have enough tofu, you can scoop the cooked soy milk into another container and cook the raw soy milk.

Now there are not many beans in the tribe, and all the soy milk is boiled at one time, so Shang Hancheng did not scoop it into the rest of the containers.

Cooked soy milk has a very different taste compared to raw soy milk.

The unpleasant smell is gone, and it is transformed into a unique scent.

Han Cheng scooped up a little bit and brought it to his mouth to taste it, and the familiar taste filled his entire mouth.

If two fritters and a tea egg are added at this time, Han Cheng's soul will definitely take off happily.

After Han Cheng was intoxicated, he looked at the people who were swallowing saliva on the side, and couldn't help but sniff, and then scooped out two large bowls from it for everyone to taste.

There is no way, there are too few beans, and there is too little soy milk, so it can only be shabby.

Otherwise, so many people, one person comes to a small bowl, and there is no need to make this tofu today.

Wu took the hot soy milk, blew the hot air, and carefully took a sip, and a fragrant taste spread in his mouth.

It's not as rich as deer milk, but it has a strange charm that makes people can't help but take a second sip after taking the first sip.

In the waiting of the stone eyes, Wu took three sips in a row, and then handed the bowl to the stone who was already a little impatient.

Smacking his lips, he felt that what Miko said was not wrong at all, this bean was indeed a good thing.

This is not tofu, it has such a taste, and I am afraid that the taste of that thing will be better.

While everyone was taking turns tasting the soy milk with bowls, Han Cheng got some salt from the jar where the salt brine was stored, and put it in a large bowl to melt it with water.

Then pour it into a large ladle with a long handle.

Because the salt brine made by Han Cheng is not very clean, after the water is melted, there will be some things at the bottom of the bowl that will precipitate, and Han Cheng did not pour these things into the big soup spoon, otherwise the time will affect the taste.

After waiting like this for a while, letting the soy milk cool a little for a while, Han Chengcheng sprinkled the brine in the soup spoon into the jar containing the hot soy milk.

About half of it was sprinkled, and the rest went down the spoon to the bottom of the vat.

Then the critical moment of making tofu came to order tofu.

Han Cheng pulled the soup spoon that went deep into the bottom of the jar up, and the soy milk in the jar stirred.

After quickly pulling it three times in a row, I stopped to take a look, and there were already many particles the size of millet grains in the soybean milk in the jar.

After seeing the situation clearly, Han Cheng stirred two more spoons, took a closer look, and saw that the tofu grains inside were almost the size of corn kernels, so he immediately stopped, and didn't dare to stir any more.

Ordering tofu is the most important moment in the whole tofu making process.

Whether it succeeds or not, it's all on the top of a few stirring strokes.

If the stirring is not sufficient, the reaction between the soy milk and the brine is not strong, when pressing the tofu, a lot of soy milk will flow away in vain, the same number of beans, less than half of the tofu is very common.

If you stir it too much, the tofu will get old, and the texture and taste will be much worse.

As he stopped, the tofu grains in the jar slowly gathered and turned into large pieces.

Han Cheng, who was carrying his heart, smiled, the tofu he ordered this time was not bad, and it was already expected to press out the tofu that tasted good.

However, before pressing tofu, there is still a delicacy to taste.

He found a few clean bowls and carefully scooped the tofu brains from the jar with a spoon.

The tofu brain is white and tender, and when you put it in a bowl, even if you don't eat it, it makes people feel excited to look at.

Especially after Han Cheng put a spoonful of honey in a bowl, this tofu brain became even more tempting.

Before the tofu brain was eaten in his mouth, there was another sound of swallowing saliva around him.

In fact, tofu brain and white sugar are the best match, but it's a pity that the Qingque tribe doesn't have this kind of thing now, so it can only be replaced with honey.

After a few bowls of tofu brain and honey, Han Cheng picked up a small spoon, stirred it carefully and slowly on the bowl that belonged to him, then scooped up a spoonful, put it on his mouth and blew it gently for a while, and put it in his mouth.

The tender tofu brain melts in your mouth and is mixed with sweet honey, which makes you want to stop.

Han Cheng drank several spoonfuls in a row before handing the bowl to Bai Xuemei, who was staring at her.

Wu stared at the tofu brain in the bowl and was a little stunned.

Just now, the tank was obviously soy milk, but now it has become this white lumpy thing when it is made like this by the Son of God, which is also amazing!

If it weren't for the fact that he had seen a lot of miraculous things with Miko in recent years, and had participated in the whole process of making tofu this time, Wu would have begun to offer his most sincere prayers to the gods at this time.

He was stunned for a moment, then picked up the small clay spoon, followed Han Cheng's example, stirred it carefully, and then scooped up a spoonful, blew it cool and sent it to his mouth.

Then his eyes widened.

It's not that he's stimulated by the delicious taste, but that after this thing enters his mouth, it turns into water before he can chew it.

What's going on?

He scooped up a spoonful of tofu brain again, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, it was obviously a piece, how did it become water in his mouth?

For such a change, the well-informed Wu said that he could not understand.

Not only him, but also Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Senior Brother Sha, Yin, and Mao, who had eaten tofu brain for the first time, were all surprised.

This kind of thing is amazing!

It can turn from water to white at a very fast speed in front of everyone's eyes, and after eating it, it turns into water again without chewing it.

This...... It's a wonderful food!

After hearing everyone's words, a smile appeared on Han Cheng's face again.

Living with primitive people, this is the most comfortable, very ordinary little thing, they can set you off a great sense of achievement.