He Changsheng took turns grinding two buckets of soybean milk, filtered it, poured it into the pot and boiled, skimmed off the foam, and slowly added the gypsum powder that had already been weighed, while stirring.

Although some experts pointed out that using gypsum is harmful to the human body, their hometown has always used gypsum to make tofu, and the brine, Xia Yue does not know how to use it, so they can only use what they are familiar with.

Seeing that the soy milk had begun to slowly condense, Xia Yue scooped all the soy milk into the bucket with a scoop, and then waited for it to completely condense.

After condensation, the bean blossoms are as white as jade, and the soft and tender ones melt in the mouth.

When my grandparents made tofu when I was a child, they would always scoop a bowl of bean curd for her, put a spoonful of sugar, and she could have a beautiful day.

Later, when she grew up and came into contact with salty bean curd, she actually preferred to eat salty, but the bowl of sweet bean curd in her memory was also a lingering warmth.

Catching a glimpse of Xia Yang's eyes, it was just like when she was a child. Xia Yue smiled slightly, and used a spoon to skim out four bowls of bean curd, each bowl contained a spoonful of sugar, and served it to a few people in the family.

"This is made from soybeans?" Ye Laogen still couldn't believe that such a fragrant, soft and tender food that was more tender than egg custard was actually made from soybeans that had eaten too much?

"yes, how about you taste it, Dad." Xia Yue handed it to Ye Laogen, turned around and put the steamer cloth on the table, placed the wooden board prepared in advance and used the bricks to hold it, and then scooped the bean curd into the steamer cloth one by one, and finally put the cage cloth away, covered it with a pot lid, and pressed a stone on the top of the pot lid to squeeze out the excess water.

Xia Yue went to eat her bowl of sweet bean curd, which tasted exactly the same as in her memory, but she was not the person in her memory.

Looking at Changsheng, Xia Yang, and Ye Laogen's satisfied smiles, Xia Yue felt that even if she was not the person in her memory, the life in front of her was also very beautiful, wasn't it?

Grandparents, did you see that? My granddaughter is also doing well and is very happy now......

"Daughter-in-law, when will the tofu be good?" Changsheng ate the bean curd and thought it was delicious, so he began to look forward to the tofu.

Because Xia Yue told him that although the tofu itself has a bland taste, it can be well integrated with all the ingredients, and it can be eaten with all kinds of flavors, and the saliva of longevity is about to flow out.

Xia Yue stretched out her hand and pressed it, feeling that the time had not yet come, so she said, "You must be able to eat dinner!" ”

"It's so late!" Changsheng's bright eyes darkened, and then quickly lit up again, "I'm going to catch fish!" Let's eat fish stewed tofu at night, daughter-in-law! ”

Xia Yue looked at the sky and saw that the weather was good, so she agreed: "Yes, but you can't go to the reservoir, the water is too deep." ”

"I know! I'll go to the other side of the river! There's fish in there, too! Yangyang, follow my brother, my brother will take you to catch fish! Hearing Xia Yue's agreement, Changsheng was majestic and carried a small bucket to catch fish.

"Then you must pay attention to safety." Xia Yue didn't stop them, but only told them to be careful and not to go into deep water.

"I'll go with you, it's just time for the event." Ye Laogen couldn't help much at home, so he just went to stare at the two.

With Ye Laogen following, Xia Yue was more at ease and felt at ease to do things at home.

She didn't know that a carriage was swaying from the entrance of the village into Xiushui Village, and the little guy who was driving the car asked the villagers: "Auntie, where does the Ye family live?" The latest chapter of "Baidu's "Pastoral Pampering: Foolish Domineering Literature" is free to read for the first time.