Song Fubao accurately controlled the amount of gypsum powder and poured it in, and when it was boiled into the shape of bean curd, she suddenly remembered that there was still bean curd to drink, so without saying a word, she instructed Grandma Song to scoop a soup pot so much.

Then he took a chopstick and threw it away, and inserted it into the pot steadily, which was just right, which showed that it was okay to boil, and it was not a problem to form later.

So the gauze that was washed again was pulled by the two elder brothers and spread it in the smallest pot, and his father Song Boss hurriedly scooped out the bean curd pieces from the pot and poured them in.

Looking at the white and tender bean curd, everyone was amazed and refreshed the shock of the worldview!

"Sister, is this tofu, it's so white, so tender, it looks delicious!"

"Yes, yes, how did you know to do this, no one has done this before, sister, you are so powerful, you really deserve to be a blessing!"

"I really want to take a bite, grandma, can we take a bite?"

"Fu Bao is really powerful, the Bodhisattva is really powerful, my old Song family is really powerful!" Grandma Song muttered on the side.

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"This is not tofu, this is called bean curd, and it is also a way to eat, I will teach you later!" Song Fubao was also very happy, and then instructed his father to fold and wrap the bean curd with gauze, press it with a heavy object, and wait for it to be formed, before turning back to explain the bean curd to everyone.

After hearing this, Grandma Song came to her senses again, and hurriedly asked in her ear, "So the Bodhisattva also taught you to make bean curd?" It's amazing, our family is going to get rich, and we're finally going to live a good life, I knew that we wouldn't stop you when you were a child. ”

Grandma Song only felt regretful.

The bitter days of the relationship in the past few years have been brought on by themselves?

"This pound of beans and three pounds of tofu is right, it's much more durable than beans, it's delicious!" The more Grandma Song spoke, the more excited she became, "How do you eat that bean curd?" ”

Seeing that she was so excited that she was about to speak incoherently, Song Fubao immediately swallowed back all the words in her mouth that could still be made into dried tofu, moldy tofu, and stinky tofu, but she still had to go step by step, she was really afraid that Grandma Song would faint with joy.

Song Fubao began to talk about how to eat bean curd, and the methods of salty bean curd and sweet bean curd were all said, but because my cousin just got wild honey yesterday, everyone loves sweet, so the whole family chose sweet bean curd.

Directly poke the bean curd into small pieces, pour honey, the white mud is golden, exceptionally fresh and beautiful, causing people's appetite to increase, the lobby brother couldn't help swallowing saliva, leaned up and smelled it, and some didn't dare to move.

"Fubao, is this really something I can eat, it looks so beautiful!"

"Yes, yes, sister, this looks so delicious, you eat it first, I can't bear it!"

"It's white and tender, it smells fragrant, let's try it, if it's delicious, can our family sell bean curd in the future, this breakfast is no worse than meat buns, the most important thing is that it is a hundred miles away, it must be our family, rare!"

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Finally, under everyone's gaze, Father Song picked up a trembling piece of bean curd with chopsticks, and fell back into the bowl in the next second, Fu Bao Niang hurriedly handed over the only spoon in the house, scooped a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

Daddy Song pursed his mouth, it was extremely tender and smooth, it melted in his mouth, it was sweet and delicious, and it slid down his throat.

"How's that, you're talking!" Grandma Song was anxious, "Talk boss, is it delicious, what kind of taste!" ”

For the first time, Daddy Song didn't answer Grandma Song's question, but just ate one bite after another, and saw that the others were about to cry, so they all ate along.

Everyone was shocked, this is the first time in so long to live that they have received the shock of a completely different new thing, an incomparable shock!

Everyone is gobbling it up.

After eating a bowl, I can't get enough of it.

"Sister, it's delicious, it's really delicious, I don't know how to say it, anyway, it's the best thing I've ever eaten in my life!"

"Yes, yes, the third brother is right, it is better than roasting birds' eggs, and it is on par with pork in my heart!"

"Fubao, you are really the family's blessing bag, my mother is right, the fortune teller is also right, you are the blessing bag, you will bring blessings to the old Song family hahaha." Father Song cried with joy, and quickly touched his eyes and covered his tears.

The whole family was as happy as if it was the New Year, and Song Fubao also felt very satisfied.

Everyone was looking forward to the tofu coming out of the pot even more, and several brothers were even squatting directly next to the pot with the bean curd and waiting, Song Fu Baola couldn't pull the beans away, so they had to let them do this.

About a quarter of an hour later, Song Fubao untied the gauze and tested it with his hands, and it was almost solidified, because of the small amount, only three catties of soybeans were made, and the product was only about ten catties of tofu.

It's the size of a washbasin.

"Grandma, grandpa, mother, father, cousin, aunt, tofu is ready, bring a knife!" Song Fubao shouted, and the whole family quickly gathered around.

"Fubao, how do you get it, tell grandma, I'll come, you're too young, don't use the knife!" Grandma Song pulled Song Fubao to stand up, squatting and preparing for the attack.