A handful of fresh beans and a cup of rice are soaked together for a while.

Soon the fresh beans will be full of water, and the bean coat can be twisted off with a twist of the hand.

The fresh beans that are twisted clean are washed into pieces by Mengwan and steamed in the pot. After a while, the steam rose, and the smell of beany filled the air.

Reelde, who was originally standing behind Mengwan, didn't say a word, and carried Mengwan is a 100-meter sprint, and flew to the kitchen in an instant.

"I said, you can't eat this thing." Reald frowned and nodded Mengwan's forehead, a little doting in his tone.

I said I can't eat it, you still do it, you see......

Pulling Reelde's finger on the door of her head, Mengwan grabbed Reald and prevented him from destroying the beans he was still steaming.

Reelde, who was dragged, took advantage of the situation to wrap Mengwan's hand in his hand, and the two of them looked at each other speechlessly.

……

This atmosphere? Why is it a little embarrassing?

Pumping his hand, Reald wrapped it tighter......

In the air, the smell of beans gradually dissipated, and a mellow fragrance of soybeans spread, Mengwan couldn't help but swallow her saliva, licked her lips, and said, "Weidi, the pot is almost dry." ”

When the lid is lifted, the mellow aroma of soybeans comes to your nose. Stir in the raw rice that is still soaking in water while it is hot, and after stirring well, it is the grinding step.

In her previous life, Mengwan, who had used machines such as wall breakers, juicers, and soymilk machines, still liked the soy milk ground by the oldest stone mill.

The steamed soft watercress mixed with white raw rice slowly rolls down the grinding holes, gently pushing the grinding plate, and the milky white soybean milk with a bean fragrance flows out slowly.

This is virgin, and it has to be repressed.

Use a bamboo fence to brush the sticky bean dregs on the stone mill, pour the bean paste from the first time into the grinding hole, and continue grinding.

The grinding teeth of the stone mill are very uniform, the rotation speed is also slow, and during the grinding process, each grain of okara is fully ground to release the sweetest flavor inside.

Stone grinding is good, but it is laborious, and after a while, Mengwan felt that her arms were stiff, and she couldn't make any effort.

Reelde, who was still standing at the door, appeared behind Mengwan at this time, grabbed the bamboo fence in front of Mengwan, and clumsily swept up the remaining bean dregs on the stone mill.

After sweeping the bean dregs, he took the grinding handle held in Mengwan's hand again, leaned into Mengwan's ear and said softly: "This kind of thing, I'll come." ”

Meng Wan nodded, shook her stiff arm, and was not polite to Reard.

Isn't it good to have someone to help her grind?

After grinding for less than two laps, Mengwan suddenly grabbed Reelde's hand and held it.

"You're grinding this wrong, you have to grind like this."

As she spoke, Meng Wan took Reard's gentle and uniform force, and the stone mill turned obediently under her hand.

"Will it be? You...... No, grinding soy milk makes you blush what! ”

Looking at Reaard's flushed face, Meng Wan also felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Seems too intimate?

Instantly let go of her hand, Meng Wan still wiped her hands on the hem of her clothes, and then smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I ...... just now"

However, the action of wiping hands does not soothe the rapid beating of the heart.

Reald stopped grinding the stone and looked up and smiled.

"I still won't be able to exert myself, will you teach me again?"

Sniper with a smile! biu！

Stabilizing an old cow's heart, Mengwan stretched out her hand again......

From coarse to fine, Mengwan grinded it a total of five times. The last time I carefully filtered out the okara, what was left was milky white and mellow soy milk.

As the bubbles gradually spread and become larger, a layer of fine and dense foam also floats on the surface of the soy milk.

This is called false boiling.

"I have to cook it." Stopping Reelde's spoon for a taste, Mengwan stuffed a piece of okara cake into his mouth to compensate.