Bai Rong soaked all the soybeans in a large pot, and in the evening, the soybeans were already soaked a lot.

After dinner, she carried a small wooden bucket next to the stone mill, scooped the soybeans in the pot on the stone mill with a scoop, and arched herself to push the stone mill hard.

The stone mill was already very heavy, and her body was extremely thin. Even if you grit your teeth, you can only barely push a little.

The soybeans on the mill squeaked and turned a few times and never moved again.

Bai Rong held his waist and wiped the hot sweat on his head: "Why is this thing so heavy?" ”

It's just that there are no livestock at home, and if this is really pulled up, I am afraid that it will not be able to be pulled up overnight.

She could only grit her teeth and continue grinding soybeans.

If this is left in modern times, let alone a pot of soybeans, even ten pots of soybeans, she can grind them in minutes.

When he was at a loss, Gu Ziyuan came out of the wing room, changed into a clean and neat clothes and walked over: "I'll help you grind." ”

I don't know what she's going to do, but I still have to help.

Bai Rong was also not polite, and moved to the side: "Let's go together, let's hurry up like this." ”

"Hmm."

The young man answered, rolled up his sleeves and pushed up the stone mill.

Two figures, one big and one small, pushed the stone mill with a sigh, sweat falling down one by one, but they couldn't even drink saliva.

Bai Rong glanced back, thick bean juice was flowing from the stone mill, she hurriedly caught it with a bucket and shouted happily: "Ziyuan, it's out of the water." ”

As she spoke, she added some soybeans to the stone mill and poured some water.

Gu Ziyuan gritted his teeth and wiped his sweat: "The more water, the better?" ”

"yes, you can still drink these. After a while, the soybeans are all pressed, and I will cook soy milk for you and your mother-in-law to drink. ”

She ran to Gu Ziyuan with a smile and continued to push the stone mill.

Last time, when she was brought into the city by Pan Dabao and them, she noticed that there were tofu sellers on the street, and business was not bad. But when I returned along the road, I didn't see anyone making tofu.

It is conceivable that most of this tofu came from other places.

Taking advantage of the fact that there are few companies that make tofu now, she can just try to make it. If it does, maybe someone will buy it.

The two of them circled around the stone mill for more than two hours, and then the pot of soybeans was finished, and the sky was completely dark.

Bai Rong held the half bucket of soy milk pressed down in both hands, and walked towards the stove with a sigh.

When Gu Ziyuan saw it, he raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat on his head, and took the bucket from her hand: "Just leave this kind of strength to me." ”

Although his body is not particularly strong, his height and body are always stronger than Bai Rong, and he is also a good hand at lifting things.

Bai Rong turned around and went to the firewood room to take out a handful of firewood and stuff it into the stove, took out the fire fold and lit it, and added a full pot of water to the pot by the way.

Gu Ziyuan's face was worried: "It's too late, you better go back to the house and rest early, these tasks can be done tomorrow." ”

"No, it's hot now, and I'm afraid that these soy milk will spoil if you leave it overnight. You're going to the academy tomorrow, so rest early, and I'll take care of it myself. ”

She turned around and went into the back room to take out a piece of gauze, slowly strained the soy milk in the bucket into the basin, and completely separated the slag from the water.

The dim light shone on her face, illuminating every drop of sweat clearly. Her eyes were shining, and she had a smile of satisfaction and anticipation.

Gu Ziyuan pondered for a moment and took the job from her: "I'm not sleepy now, I'll help you a little." ”

Looking at her posture, he could vaguely guess that she was probably going to make tofu.

Although he hadn't seen anyone do it before, but looking at her posture, I'm afraid that I won't go to rest if I can't finish it tonight.

In addition, this is both fire and hot water, and if you are not careful, you will get burned.

She is a little girl, if she is hurt by half a point, I am afraid that she will be very sad in the future.

Bai Rong knew that he was right, so he didn't shirk it, smiled at him, and poured the bean dregs into the pot. The rich soybean flavor suddenly gushed out, and it became stronger and stronger.

Gu Ziyuan stood in front of the stove, staring closely at the steaming pot noodles, his stomach faintly "gurgling" a few times, and his handsome face suddenly turned red.

Bai Rong didn't hear it, stared at the hourglass placed aside by the dim light, and licked his mouth secretly.

Not to mention, I lived too well in my previous life, and I ate whatever I wanted every day. Even if you don't want to go out, you can order takeout and have food delivered to your home.

But at this time, not to mention eating meat, even drinking millet porridge has become a luxury.

God, if you have eyes, let me make a fortune and eat and drink spicy food.

Bai Rong held his stomach and wailed in his heart.

"When the water boils, do you add fire?"

The young man's deep voice woke her up, she glanced at the hourglass, and hurriedly walked over: "No need, wait a little longer." ”

After a few moments, she lifted the lid, and the dregs of the beans had become pieces by piece, and it seemed to be done.

She didn't dare to be happy and held her breath: "Help me bring the spoon." ”

Gu Ziyuan handed it over, and Bai Rong carefully scooped up a piece, blew it, and tasted it.

The rich aroma of bean curd spreads in the mouth, and I can't say a word except nodding vigorously to indicate that it is delicious.

Gu Ziyuan, who was standing on the side, was anxious: "How does it taste?" ”

Bai Rong didn't care about answering, turned around and rushed into the back room, and came out with two bowls of bean curd. A bowl was served to Gu Ziyuan, and a bowl was brought into the back room, and he lowered his voice: "You taste it." ”

Granny Pan had already been woken up by them, and opened her eyelids: "Rong'er, what's wrong?" ”

"Mother-in-law, I very Ziyuan made bean curd, you hurry up and taste it."

"What? Bean curd? How did you learn to do this? ”

Everyone in these ten miles and eight towns says that this tofu is a good thing, and bean curd is also rare, but no one can make it.

How did she learn to make bean curd when she was a little girl?

Bai Rong helped her mother-in-law up, picked up the bowl of bean curd, scooped a little with a spoon and handed it to her mother-in-law's mouth: "I had a dream last year, and a white-haired old man taught me to do it in my dream." Taste it and see how it tastes. ”

Granny Pan leaned over in disbelief and took a bite.

Gu Ziyuan also picked up the bowl and tasted it, the hot bean curd melted in his mouth, smooth and tender.

Instead of losing the flavor of soybeans, they become sweeter.

"Okay, wow."

Granny Pan couldn't help but eat a few more bites and was amazed.

Gu Ziyuan wiped the hot sweat from his head and looked at Bai Rong with appreciation: "It's really good, Rong'er is really a great hero of our family." ”

"If you like to eat it, I'll go and put the bean curd out and press it into tofu."

"I'll help you."

Gu Ziyuan followed, and the two poured the bean curd from the pot into the empty bucket, and pressed some heavy objects on it.

In order to let the pressed water flow out, Bai Rong deliberately made a hole at the bottom of the barrel.

When the water dries, the bean curd is naturally pressed into tofu.

In order to store it for a longer time, she deliberately soaked the tofu in water and placed it in a cool and ventilated place.