Changsun Mao was very happy to hear that he would be able to see some of the follow-up plots of "The Legend of the White Snake" tomorrow. Suddenly, a very sweet smell rushed into his nostrils. He sniffled, only to feel that the taste was even sweeter. His eyes lit up, staring at Yao An'er and asking, "What delicious food did you make?" So fragrant? ”

After saying that, he sucked his saliva.

Changsun Mao is a foodie, he and Yao An'er often come to Yao An'er after I am hungry friends, in addition to chatting, the main thing is to eat. Yao An'er's food here is very tasty, and the method is not very different from today. He went home according to the recipe written by Yao An'er and let his chef make it, which was praised by everyone in the Chengxin Bo Mansion, and they all gave him 100,000 points of support for the way he came to Yao An'er, as long as he could get a new recipe every time he came back.

"The sweet potatoes I planted were ripe, and I dug two of them and threw them into the stove, and now the sweet potatoes are roasted." Yao An'er replied.

"I can't imagine that you have anything else to eat here besides tomatoes." The eldest grandson Mao looked at Yao An'er like a puppy begging for food.

Yao An'er was the most soft-hearted to this kind of look, stood up and walked into the kitchen, and when she came out, she brought a large plate with a relatively large clay block in it, and next to the clod were two sweet potatoes the size of a woman's fist. It's also because the sweet potatoes haven't fully grown up, she dug two out and roasted them because she was greedy, but she didn't expect Changsun Mao to come today and want to divide half of her food.

However, Yao An'er is not stingy, and she still has potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes in her storage warehouse for seeds. If you have eaten what is in the field, you can plant it again.

Changsun Mao's eyes were fixed on the sweet potatoes and did not move, they were so fragrant and wanted to eat them.

When Yao An'er put the tray down, Changsun Mao couldn't wait to stretch out his hand.

"Be careful." Yao An'er hurriedly reminded Changsun Mao, but it was a step too late, and Changsun Mao's hands were still burned.

"Whew, whew......" Changsun Mao blew cool air on his fingers, his eyes were still reluctant to leave the roasted sweet potato, and said straight, "Why is it so hot?" When can I eat it? ”

"Put it on again." Yao An'er smiled, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." ”

"Tofu? But the tofu invented by Liu An, the king of Huainan? Changsun Mao's gaze finally left the sweet potato, and asked Yao An'er in surprise, "Do you know how to make tofu?" ”

The tone was full of surprise.

Yao An'er understood why he was surprised. Although tofu was invented in the Han Dynasty, the recipe for making tofu is not available to everyone, even if the Changsun family is now a nobleman, there is no recipe for making tofu. In this world, only a family with five surnames and seven hopes that has been passed down for a long time can have a recipe for making tofu, right?

Changsun Mao had read about tofu in the book, and he had long coveted this delicacy, but unfortunately no one knew how to make it and had never eaten it. Now that he heard that Yao An'er actually knew how to make tofu, his eyes looked at Yao An'er even brighter......

"What's that, Su'an, we're friends, right? Can you let me taste that tofu? Don't worry, I won't ask you to make tofu, I just want to taste the legendary tofu. The eldest grandson Mao said flatteringly to Yao An'er.

Yao An'er said with a straight face: "It's really troublesome to make tofu, so I'm too lazy to make it." ”

Changsun Mao's disappointed face, looking extremely pitiful.

Yao An'er smiled: "I can write you the method of making tofu, you have a lot of people in your family, you let them make it." When you're done, send me some. ”

Changsun Mao laughed all of a sudden: "Su'an, you are my best friend." Don't worry, the tofu is ready, I'll ask you to send you a car. ”

"No, I can eat so much alone. A cart of tofu will only spoil it for me, just give me two pieces. Yao An'er stood up again as she spoke, walked into her room, took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and began to write the detailed process of making tofu.

The eldest grandson Mao couldn't care about eating sweet potatoes, so he walked to Yao An'er and saw the steps she wrote to make tofu here.

Yao An'er wrote in detail. She wrote not only how to make tofu, but also how to make tofu curd, tofu skin and dried tofu. By the way, I also wrote about the recipe of sweet bean curd and salted bean curd, the cooking method of dried tofu, and the recipe that is famous for using tofu as an ingredient in modern times. Mapo tofu doesn't need to think about it, Yao An'er planted her own chili peppers, but she didn't promote the chili peppers. Other bear's paw tofu, crucian carp tofu soup, tofu buns, stuffed tofu, egg yolk tofu, minced meat tofu, tomato tofu, tofu mixed with shallots, tofu in casserole...... Yao An'er wrote it all down. Finally, the method of tofu was also written.

Changsun Mao's eyes became brighter and brighter, and when Yao An'er put away the pen, Changsun Mao immediately picked up the stack of tofu, put it into the placket on his chest preciously, and patted it.

"When the tofu is ready, I'm going to hold a tofu feast and invite everyone to eat it, so that their dirt buns can open their eyes." Changsun Mao said with a smile.

Yao An'er rolled her eyes at him: "You are not like a bun." ”

Eldest Sun Mao was not angry at Yao An'er's belittling, he had already benefited.

The sweet potatoes were no longer hot, and the two of them picked up one each. The eldest grandson Mao learned from Yao An'er to break the sweet potato in half, and the heat came with the aroma of the sweet potato, which became even sweeter. Changsun Mao lowered his head and took a bite, only to feel soft and glutinous and sweet, and it was extremely delicious.

"It's delicious!" Changsun Mao finished eating all the sweet potatoes before he praised loudly, "Su'an, how many sweet potatoes do you have?" Can you share some of them? ”

"There are some planted in the yard, but they are not fully mature yet. When it's ripe, I'll divide some of it with you, and you can let your family plant it yourself. Yao An'er said.

"Thank you very much." The eldest grandson Maole replied hehehe, although it was a pity that he would not be able to eat sweet potatoes for a period of time in the future, he faintly thought that there would be more sweet potatoes to eat in the future, and this regret disappeared.

Yao An'er said: "Remind you, sweet potatoes can be eaten as food, cold and drought tolerant, not picky about the land, and can also be planted in mountainous and inferior fields." ”

Eldest Sun Mao's eyes widened suddenly, what did food mean, he, the son of the Bofu, understood it very well.

"You—You just gave me the sweet potatoes so simply?" Changsun Mao's voice was trembling.

Yao An'er chuckled: "I'll give it to you." I don't expect to use sweet potatoes to buy people's hearts or exchange benefits with the emperor, it's useless to take them. To you, I also hope that you will promote sweet potatoes through the relationship of the family, so that more poor people can eat sweet potatoes, and some people can starve to death less. ”