After losing the two fields, the lives of the old couple of the Qi family and Lin Qingqing had some difficulties, but they were not completely unable to survive, and the most dangerous time was just the idea of killing Wangcai.

"Wangcai, Wangcai, don't be afraid, it's just a false alarm. You're a good friend of humanity, and no one will kill you. Lin Qingqing said to Wangcai, who was pulling the stone mill.

After speaking, Lin Qingqing also touched its mane. Yes, Wangcai is not the name of a dog, but of a donkey. Wangcai didn't pay attention to Lin Qingqing, but continued to pull the grind and turn in circles.

After pacifying, I don't know if I was scared Wangcai, Lin Qingqing began to pour the soaked soybeans into the grinding plate.

"Oh my God, if you don't help me, forget it, I can think of a way, but what kind of trouble are you trying to make trouble for me all the time?" Lin Qingqing looked at the drizzle outside the window and said.

For the nearest village of Jiangle, the weather is quite good, and sufficient rain is very important for crop growth. But for the old couple of the Qi family and Lin Qingqing, who lost four major pieces of cultivated land, it was a terrible weather.

After a long rain, there is no dry place to dry soybeans, and when the threshing field is dry, the light rain starts to fall continuously.

If you can't dry soybeans, you won't be able to dry them, and they'll be very difficult to preserve. So in Lin Qingqing's recent recipes, soybeans and tofu keep appearing.

However, the light rain is still underground from time to time, and the soybeans can't be picked without picking, and they can't be eaten after picking. As a result, only a portion of the soybeans can be soaked and then made into tofu.

Gradually, more and more tofu was distributed, and the neighbors who distributed it said they were tired of eating it - their family also made tofu today.

So, naturally, more and more tofu can't be eaten, and can only be left smelly.

"Eventually, it became what it is now." Lin Qingqing looked at the surrounding baskets of stinky tofu and said. For them who are living on a tight budget, it is very uncomfortable to watch food go waste, but now they have to dump the tofu baskets one by one.

Can't you think of a way to make use of these stinky tofu? This idea has been bothering Lin Qingqing until one day, she blurted out: "Since it stinks when made into tofu, wouldn't it be better to make it into tofu?" ”

"Stinky tofu? That's what it is. The old lady of the Qi family looked at Lin Qingqing, who was halfway through the meal, and stood up to speak.

"Stinky tofu, it's stinky tofu." Lin Qingqing explained.

So, Lin Qingqing collected the stinky tofu and covered it with a cloth to ferment. She even went to a neighbor's house to ask for some tofu, after all, she wasn't sure how stinky tofu was made.

The next day, when Lin Qingqing lifted the tofu, the smell of old mold almost stunned her. I saw that these tofu had a layer of light yellow hairs on them.

Lin Qingqing endured the nausea and put them in the oil pot.

As soon as you put it in, it has a taste like puff pastry in the pork. Then, the gray yellow tofu slowly turned golden brown and floated up from the pan.

"In that case, it should be fried, right?" Lin Qingqing was a little unsure, but he still fished it out.

Smelling the stinky tofu, Lin Qingqing was a little unsure if the taste was right. Although the taste is somewhat similar, after all, after such a long time, she doesn't know if the smell is not the same.

And then it's a taste. Lin Qingqing plucked up his courage and took a small bite. In an instant, a strong fragrance made Lin Qingqing laugh. "That's what it tastes like." She said loudly.

So, she hurriedly called the second elder of the Qi family over.

"You think this thing can be eaten?" The old man of the Qi family looked at the tofu cubes that had been fried golden in front of him and said. "You say it can, it just smells so bad, but the color is fried and beautiful."

"What the hell is this?" The old lady of the Qi family also looked puzzled.

"Stinky tofu." Lin Qingqing said with a smile.

"Stinky tofu, is it the stinky tofu that was put in before? Won't you get sick if you eat that thing? The old lady of the Qi family said with some anxiety.

"You two believe me once, just as if you were deceived by me once, just once, take a bite, okay?" Lin Qingqing said.

Under Lin Qingqing's continuous insistence, the old couple of the Qi family finally picked up a piece of self-tofu and put it whole in their mouths.

"How's that, how's that?" Lin Qingqing looked at the old couple of the Qi family with expectant eyes.

The old couple of the Qi family first froze, and then reacted.

"It's fragrant, it's fragrant, although it smells stinky, but when you eat it, it doesn't smell at all." The old lady of the Qi family said.

"It's delicious." The old man of the Qi family gave a more direct answer.

The old couple was very happy, and for the first time they knew that stinky tofu could make such a thing. However, because Lin Qingqing only fried a few pieces this time, after the old couple ate a few pieces each, they were gone.

But the two old men were still a little unsatisfied, urging Qingqing to get some more.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, the second elder, there is, there is." Lin Qingqing said with a smile.

After speaking, Lin Qingqing happily went down to the kitchen. Lin Qingqing is really happy, she feels very happy to be able to make the old couple of the Qi family happy. Unconsciously, she seems to have begun to regard the old couple as her elder relatives.

When Lin Qingqing came out again, in addition to the stinky tofu on the plate in her left hand, she was also holding a few plates.

"What's in there?" The old lady of the Qi family asked.

"It's filled with sesame oil, crushed garlic, and chili oil." Lin Qingqing explained.

"When the second elder eats, you can brush your favorite condiments on both sides first, and then eat them, the taste is very different." Lin Qingqing said with a smile.

"Can you still dip in sauce? I'll try. The old man of the Qi family picked up a piece of stinky tofu that had been fried to a golden brown, and then glued some minced garlic and chili oil. After that, put a whole piece in your mouth.

"How?" The old lady asked curiously.

"Hmm." The old man muttered vague words as he chewed, but his raised index finger indicated that it tasted good.

So, the old lady of the Feng Qi family also followed, sandwiched a piece of tofu, dipped in sesame oil and minced garlic.

"Delicious. I didn't expect that such a simple seasoning would become so delicious. The old lady of the Qi family said happily. After saying that, she also moved the plate of minced garlic from the middle to her, which made the old man next to her cry and laugh.

Lin Qingqing looked at the old couple of the Qi family who were eating very happily, and she felt a sense of satisfaction. But then, she began to wonder, can she use this to make a business? After all, in this era, it seems that she is the only one who can make this stinky tofu.