Chapter 68: Golden Soy Milk?

Li Yi's estimate of the time was accurate.

When he took Liu Yifei back to the restaurant, Wu Lei just stuffed the last handful of beans into the stone mill.

As soon as Liu Yifei returned to the kitchen, he saw the buckets of soy milk on the counter.

"Awesome! Xiaoli, really capable! ”

She smiled and clapped her hands twice, full of praise.

Wu Lei was so tired that his wrists were sore, but when he heard the praise, he couldn't help but blossom.

After Li Yi came in, Wu Lei couldn't wait to ask Li Yi for credit: "Brother Yi, look!" I'm done grinding, am I a cow? ”

"Well, yes, it's commendable."

Li Yi also nodded and praised a few words, then took out a piece of fine gauze and a large pot from the cabinet, and signaled: "Come and help me filter out the bean dregs." ”

"Okay!"

Wu Lei was full of energy, and he came to the pot set up by Li Yi with a soybean milk bucket.

Li Yi asked Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai to stand on both sides of the cauldron, supporting the gauze, and then together with Wu Lei, poured the ground soybean milk on the gauze.

There are also a lot of okara in these ground soybean milk, which are the solid matter left behind by the beans after grinding.

Through the filtration of gauze, the okara was gradually filtered out, sank on the gauze, and formed a large piece.

Li Yi poured the soy milk and said casually: "Beans are the most perfect food, with carbohydrates, vegetable protein, and dietary fiber.

It can be ground into flour and used as food, made into tofu can be used as a vegetable, and ground into soy milk is soy milk, which can replace animal milk.

Most of us Chinese are lactose intolerant, and soy milk is the most suitable drink for Chinese stomach. ”

Liu Yifei praised when he heard this: "Our ancestors are so smart, they can know that beans are delicious thousands of years ago, and they can also make tofu, which is amazing." ”

Zhao Jinmai asked curiously: "Brother Yi, is this the reason why you want to make a tofu banquet in the first episode?" ”

Li Yi smiled and was noncommittal.

Wu Lei on the side was also sighing: "Except for eating too much and farting easily, everything else is fine." ”

“……”

“……”

Hearing his words, Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai glanced at each other, and instantly seemed to have turned on the switch, and laughed.

Wu Lei also remembered a not so good memory, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Seeing that Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai were already laughing so much that they couldn't grasp the gauze, Li Yi hurriedly stepped forward and took the gauze: "Be careful, this bean dregs is also a good thing, don't waste it." ”

At this time, in the live broadcast room of the show, the audience saw Liu Yifei and the others laughing and confused.

"What's the situation? Why are you all laughing? ”

"What did you say? Am I missing something? ”

Wu Lei said that it is easy to fart if you eat too many beans, but this is the truth? Is it that funny? ”

There is a monitor at the back of the console, so you can see the audience's barrage.

Liu Yifei glanced at the barrage, couldn't help but smile and explained: "We thought of a bad thing, but we can't tell you, it's too embarrassing!" ”

It's okay if she doesn't say it, but when she says this, the audience is more curious.

"What's the matter? Tell me about it! ”

"Please, tell me secretly, okay? I never tell anyone! ”

"What happened?"

That incident was a bit embarrassing, and Liu Yifei was naturally embarrassed to say it.

She also told Wu Lei and Zhao Jinmai: "You can't say it! This is our secret. ”

As she spoke, she looked at Li Yi: "Brother Yi, you can't say it either." ”

"Say what?"

Li Yi asked casually: "Radish or soybean?" ”

"Hahaha!"

Liu Yifei couldn't hold back, and suddenly laughed with Zhao Jinmai again.

Li Yi helplessly watched them laugh like two fools, and pointed to the door: "Okay, okay, you go outside and laugh!" Rest for a while, you won't need them here for the time being. ”

"No, my stomach hurts."

Zhao Jinmai covered her stomach and helped Liu Yifei to walk out of the door, her shoulders still trembling as she walked.

Li Yi shook his head, turned around to look at the cauldron, and clapped his hands gently: "Open the fire." ”

The most critical step in making tofu is to cook soy milk.

Soy milk has vegetable protein in it, so it's easy to stick to the pan.

If there is a little paste in the pot, the whole pot of soy milk will be wasted.

Therefore, when boiling soy milk, you need to control the heat and stir it from time to time.

He had to come in person.

However, Wu Lei will not be idle, the soaked black beans and mung beans have to be ground out, and his strong labor career is far from over.

Boiling the soy milk over medium heat, Li Yi gently pushed the pale yellow soy milk with a wooden spoon, not slowly.

Modern kitchen appliances are much more advanced than in ancient times, but they also have significant drawbacks.

In ancient times, the fire of the stove was not as strong as that of natural gas, but it burned firewood or charcoal.

When natural firewood and charcoal are burned, the smell of wood and charcoal wafts out and blends into the food.

It's a unique smell of fireworks, something that gas cooktops can't do.

But in today's imperial dining room, it is already unprecedented to be able to use an open fire, and the firewood stove is really a bit excessive, and it is impossible at all.

Therefore, this pot of tofu can only be regarded as a version of the new era.

Soon, as the fire boiled, the soy milk was gradually boiled, and the rich flavor of the beans gradually drifted away.

"Wow! It smells so good! ”

Wu Lei, who was grinding tofu, smelled the wafting aroma, couldn't help but praise it, and stretched his neck to look at it.

Li Yi took a small bowl, scooped up a spoonful of soy milk with a spoon, poured it into the bowl, and handed it to him: "Taste it, the fruits of your labor." ”

Wu Lei took the bowl, looked at the pale yellow soy milk, and exclaimed: "The color of this soy milk is really a bit golden!" ”

Li Yi said with a smile: "The maturity of this batch of beans is not too enough, if the maturity is enough, the cooked soybean milk will really be golden, which is very similar to the color of millet porridge." ”

The cameraman also came over and took a close-up of the small bowl.

The audience in the live broadcast room looked at the soy milk in Wu Lei's bowl and posted a barrage.

"It looks like the color is darker, but isn't it an exaggeration to be able to cook it into golden?"

"I don't like soy milk, I always feel like it smells like beans."

"It's so delicious! I like soy milk the most! Add some sugar and a fried dough stick, perfect! ”

"Program group, don't wait, hurry up and get on the link!"

Holding a small bowl and letting the cameraman shoot it, Wu Lei smelled the wafting bean fragrance and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Finally waiting for the camera to finish, he hurriedly picked up the small bowl, put it to his mouth and blew it, and then took a sip.

"Suck!"

He took a small sip, and his face was immediately burned.

But he was reluctant to spit it out, so he opened his mouth and exhaled twice before swallowing.

"Wow! It's hot! ”

He was burned to tears, but then he exclaimed: "But it also smells so good!" There is no beany smell at all, the thief is strong! Thief incense! ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but lower his head and blew again, and carefully took two sips.

"Wow! Delicious! ”

As he drank it, he was full of praise: "This is the best soy milk I have ever tasted!" ”

Li Yi smiled, and then shouted at the door: "Yifei! Mai Mai! The soy milk is ready! ”

"Here we go!"

The sound of footsteps came, and soon, Liu Yifei pulled Zhao Jinmai and ran in with a jump.