Wanwan squirmed the tip of her nose, feeling that the soy milk from the stone mill had a strange taste, she stared at the soy milk in the wooden barrel and asked, "Is this the soy milk we drink every morning?" It doesn't feel like it's the same. ”

The old man looked back at Wanwan who was squatting aside, and said with a smile: "You usually drink soy milk to be boiled, but this is still raw." ”

Wanwan nodded as if she didn't understand: "There is a lot of soy milk in the bucket, can you finish drinking?" ”

The old man couldn't help laughing: "This bean grind is not only boiling soy milk, but also making tofu brain, making tofu, and even the bean dregs in the dustpan can be made into bean dregs cakes and fried bean dregs, which are very delicious." ”

Wanwan's eyes were shining when she listened, and she looked at Xia Zhihuai on the side: "Brother, let's go back and do it." ”

"Okay, when you get home, you grind the beans out, and I'll let Zhuqing do it for you." Xia Zhihuai smiled and didn't smile.

This little thing instructed him to do things, and he was never polite.

With a small face, she whispered, "We don't have this stone at home." ”

Xia Zhihuai couldn't help but sneer at her: "Then you work hard, and we will strive to earn money to buy one and put it at home." ”

Wanwan thought for a few seconds: "Didn't I earn enough money to buy it before?" ”

"I've bought milk powder for you, and if you plan to cut off your own rations, we can also scrape together money to buy a stone mill." Xia Zhihuai's face was not red, and his heart was not beating to her.

Wanwan's eyes widened suddenly, and she shook her head and said, "Then forget it, we can not buy this stone first." ”

Yan Shu suddenly said loudly: "I can buy it for you, you can go home with me." ”

Xia Zhihuai: "! "Why is this kid so thief-hearted?

Wanwan stood in place and made a difficult choice, and said bitterly: "Brother Yan Shu, it's still not possible." ”

The stone looks very big, and it feels like it's going to cost a lot.

The money for the book was his own, and she couldn't make him pay for his liking.

It would be nice if my brother was willing, but my brother had bad luck before and couldn't make ends meet.

Forget it, she is a sensible child who knows how to restrain herself.

The old man listened to the children's words, and his mood couldn't help but feel much better, he lifted the wooden barrel on the ground, turned back to the two children, and asked, "Do you want to see how to make tofu?" ”

Wanwan and Yan Shu immediately turned their attention to it.

Wanwan was the first to raise her hand: "I want to see, I want to see, grandpa." ”

Yan Shu also nodded: "I want to see it." ”

Xia Zhihuai glanced at the basket on the ground: "Aren't you going to look for other vegetables?" ”

Yan Shu looked at the basket a little entangled, he wanted to see it as tofu, but it seemed to be very important to find vegetables, but he was afraid of running into a goose on the road again.

Tangled......

"You come in and help. After the tofu is ready, I can give you oka cake and tofu today. The old man walked into the kitchen with the bucket and suddenly turned around and said.

Xia Zhihuai sighed in resignation, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, why are you doing this?" ”

Isn't it said that if you find vegetables, you can divide the house?

Xia Zhihuai poked her soft cheeks, pursed the corners of her mouth and said, "For our dinner, the program team doesn't care about the meal, we have to rely on ourselves to have enough food and clothing." ”

Wanwan turned her head and looked around: "What about Brother Xiunan?" Does he know how to cook? ”

Xia Zhihuai smiled and said, "He's not as good as your brother and me." ”

Wanwan was like a thunderbolt and stood in place.

Yan Shu didn't understand his sadness, and only whispered: "Wanwan, your brother can't cook, you can find someone else to cook." ”

"My dad doesn't know how to cook, he always asks the aunt at home to cook."

Wanwan wanted to cry without tears: "But your aunt is not here!" My brother has said that we have to rely on our own ......"

"There is a price to be paid for getting someone to help."

They are so poor that they can't afford to hire anyone.

It really was the most heart-wrenching thing she'd ever heard this year.

When she thought of her brother making noodles, she felt that the taste of the noodles returned.

What to do?

Who can save the poor child?

……

Wanwan stood in place for a while, and then walked into the kitchen with Yan Shu, thinking about whether she could find a ghost in the village to replace Aunt Zhuqing's place.

She now thinks that it would be good to encounter ghosts once in a while if they are stranded in the human world, at least they can help.

That ghost brother in grandma's house, I don't know if I can cook?

Can you please teach my brother how to cook a delicious meal?

Xia Zhihuai didn't know what was going on in the little head of Wanwan, so he had already entered the kitchen and began to prepare things for the old man to make tofu.

In the past, he had only heard of brine and tofu, and he didn't know much about brine, only that there was brine brine and gypsum brine.

But he has always been skeptical that the plaster he knows for decoration is the plaster used for tofu.

There is a problem in his heart, and when there is a chance, he will naturally blurt out the problem.

The old man sat in front of the stove and lit the fire, and said with a smile: "The plaster is the same, but it is not the same. ”

Xia Zhihuai's face was full of doubts.

Wanwan also happened to walk in at this time, just in time to hear the old man say: "The gypsum used to order tofu is raw." ”

"The plaster used to paste the walls is cooked."

Wanwan stood beside Xia Zhihuai, listening to the raw and cooked gypsum confused.

"The gypsum halogen used to order tofu now is the edible grade bought in the market, and the plaster you usually see painted walls in buildings and bandage plaster in hospitals are all cooked gypsum, which needs to be fired to make it, and cannot be used to order tofu."

Xia Zhihuai: "Is firing gypsum just heating?" ”

The old man nodded: "That's the truth, but I can't say the specifics, but I heard that the temperature can't be too high......"

Wanwan didn't understand, and pulled Xia Zhihuai's sleeve: "Brother, can you eat the gypsum when it's cooked?" ”

Xia Zhihuai: "......"

"So you've been listening carefully for so long, are you listening to a loneliness?"

Xia Zhihuai flicked her round head, crying and laughing.

Wanwan covered her forehead and flattened her mouth.

Xia Zhihuai sighed: "You can't eat gypsum, your stomach will hurt if you eat it." ”

"Then why are you discussing this?"

"Order tofu."

Xia Zhihuai bent down and poured the soy milk in the wooden barrel into the pot, covered the wooden pot lid, and waited for the soy milk to heat up.

"Gypsum is a necessary tool for ordering tofu."

"It's like when you drink milk, you have to wash the milk powder away with water so that it can become milk."

"Now the soy milk in the pot is heated, and when cooked, it is still a pot of soy milk."

"But if you add a little gypsum powder to it, it will turn into tofu brain."

"The tofu brain is put in the baggage, and then pressed with a mold, and it becomes tofu."

Wanwan blinked and stopped talking.

Anyway, I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand.

Xia Zhihuai is not in a hurry to let her understand this, Wanwan is smarter than ordinary children, and she can slowly understand it by herself by seeing how tofu is made.

……

The soy milk in the pot was quickly opened, and this was also Xia Zhihuai's first time making tofu, although he hated that the program team had to build such a big stone mill to pit him, but the process of participating in making tofu was actually quite interesting.

The old man lifted the lid of the pot, and the steaming heat rose.

The previous beany smell changed, and the old man scooped up a few bowls of soy milk and sprinkled some sugar into it.

"Taste it."

Xia Zhihuai put the two bowls on the small table and let Yan Shu and Wanwan drink by themselves: "Be careful of scalding, drink it later." ”

Wanwan and Yan Shu stood at the table, looking at the milky white soy milk, and they both felt very novel.

Xia Zhihuai took a bowl and took a shallow sip, his mouth full of the rich aroma of soy milk.

Sure enough, I always feel that making it by myself is better than buying it outside.

"How?"

"It's delicious." Xia Zhihuai gave a thumbs up, "I can try to do it when I go back." ”

The old man smiled dumbly and put the soy milk in the wooden barrel, Xia Zhihuai hurriedly put down the bowl and helped carry the soy milk to the yard.

Wanwan and Yan Shu held the bowl, like farts insects, followed to the courtyard, and squatted on the side to watch the tofu making.

"You try."

The old man handed the prepared gypsum water to Xia Zhihuai.

Xia Zhihuai was a little nervous and asked, "I don't know how much to pour." ”

"Pour slowly, stirring as you pour, and stop when the soy milk in the bucket has a clump the size of a bean."

Xia Zhihuai slowly poured the gypsum water, and the old man stirred it unhurriedly with a stick.

After a while, granular solids appeared in the barrel, and Xia Zhihuai immediately stopped moving.

"That's okay, right?" He asked, uncertain.

The old man looked at it: "It's almost, no need to pour it anymore." ”

Xia Zhihuai was a little apprehensive: "This gypsum water was poured into it and made into tofu, didn't we eat the gypsum into our stomachs?" ”

"What do you think, young man!" The old man stuffed the stirring stick into him and explained helplessly, "After a while, the tofu is put in the bag, and then pressed into the mold, and the gypsum water is pressed out." And how much gypsum powder do you think was used? I won't eat it, our ancestors have eaten it for thousands of years, can you still understand? ”

Wanwan held the small bowl in both hands, nodded and agreed: "Yes, can you still understand?" ”

Xia Zhihuai turned his head and glanced at Wanwan: "Little repeater!" Sycophants! ”

Wanwan took a sip of sweet soy milk while holding the bowl, and said with a smile: "The sycophants have soy milk to drink, so there is nothing wrong with it." ”

Xia Zhihuai suddenly laughed and scolded: "......"

Who raised this stupid little radish essence?