Although the dark porcelain bowl was pierced, the two children were surprised to notice that the gray water of the grass and trees in the wooden barrel had turned into a clear and slightly yellowish color.

Su Qingluan turned around and put Su Xuanhe's ground soybean milk into another clay pot, added the water that had been filled next to it in advance, went to the stove and kept stirring with a long wooden stick, and after the soybean milk rolled up, quickly poured in the ashes.

"Erzhuang is here to help!" Su Qingluan also called Erzhuang's nickname in a hurry, which made him a little unhappy - after all, he now fully understood that the name "Xuanhe" was better than Erzhuang.

However, for the sake of food, Su Erzhuang's children decided not to care.

Although Su Xuanhe is not yet eight years old, he has the strength to handle it. With his help, Su Qingluan transferred the "soy milk" to a square topless wooden box with white gauze in advance, about two feet square and two or three inches deep - that is the wooden box used by Su Jiaping to press tofu.

When the soy milk was poured in, seeing that the tofu was gradually solidifying, Su Qingluan covered the gauze, covered the matching template, and pressed a kimchi jar on the left and right sides, and left it alone.

"It's done!" Su Qingluan patted the sawdust and soy milk dregs on his hands, "You guys go out to play for a while, and you can eat delicious tender tofu later." ”

Coaxed the two younger brothers and sisters out, Su Qingluan cleaned his hands again, took out a cloth bag from the cabinet where the grain was placed, looked at the words written on it, and poured out some bean flour and put it in the enamel basin.

Today, since there is no stall, there are no burritos left. Therefore, in the evening, Su Qingluan thought about eating pasted bean cakes.

Stirring the bean flour to the point that it was formed with a slight grasp and slightly moist and seeping, Su Qingluan put another basin on top of the pot containing the bean cake and put it in a place where the sun could shine outside.

Su Qingluan finished the bean cake and turned to look at the tofu, which was already pressed due to the gravity of the two kimchi jars and the wooden board.

Such a two-foot square tofu block, although it is not heavy, is not enough for the Su family to eat.

So, Su Qingluan simply divided the tofu into equal pieces, leaving enough for the Su family to eat, and the rest was distributed to the neighbors, and then got the villagers' food like salted fish, dried meat, dried vegetables, chicken eggs, etc. as a "thank you gift".

Su Qingluan looked at the pile of food in her hand and smiled a little helplessly: these neighbors seemed to be afraid that she would suffer a loss, but they gave a piece of tofu, and they took out the big bags and small wraps.

If Su Qingluan didn't accept it, they would not be happy one by two, their eyebrows were raised, and their eyes were glaring: "What's the matter, Su family girl, do you look down on me?" ”

In a word, Su Qingluan lost his temper.

And just like that, she came back with more stuff than she had before heading out.

Not to mention that the Yang family and Su Guangfu couldn't cry or laugh when they saw these things, but right now Su Qingluan was busy in the stove room.

She took the basin with the dough from outside the door back to the stove, because the color of this pot was quite dark, it was almost black brown, it was already heat-absorbing, and the summer heat was very hot, so in just this short period of time, the whole enamel basin was hot.

Su Qingluan opened the enamel basin, a slight heat wave hit her face, Su Qingluan pressed the bean noodles with water and evenly, and the soft touch let her know that this bean noodles were ready.

Immediately, she grabbed a piece of bean flour dough, slightly bent her fingers with both hands, forming a "gathering" gesture, flipped the bean flour cake on one hand and gently threw it into the palm of the other hand, and so on several times, the bean flour dough gradually became an ellipsoid.

Su Qingluan "snapped" the ball of bean cakes in his hand and pasted them to the edge of the frying pan, the bean cakes had some weight, and the frying pan was pressed to lose its central balance and was slightly crooked.

Seeing this, Su Qingluan hurriedly concocted another bean cake dumpling of about the same size and slapped it on the opposite position of the bean cake before.

In this way, one was pasted on the top, bottom, left and right, and then four more in the interval between the four bean cakes, and then the last remaining small piece was broken and added to the slightly smaller bean cake, until the last small piece was cut off.

Su Qingluan pasted all the bean cakes, poured some water into the hollow in the middle, and Su Qingluan brought the frying pan to the stove.

Su Qingluan looked at the depression of the iron pot, which was quite capable of holding water.

She looked around the kitchen, and finally turned the lid of the cage drawer used for steaming steamed buns and placed it on top of the iron skillet—not to mention, it was just the right size to prevent the moisture from escaping.

Su Qingluan looked down at the fire in the stove, and saw that it was burning too strongly, so he took out two relatively thick firewood, which weakened the fire by three points.

Then, she turned to look at the bowl of two large pieces of tender tofu soaked in water on the platform below the window.

Su Qingluan cautiously, almost reverently, took the kitchen knife given by Old Man Xu today, and the corners of his mouth flashed with imperceptible laugh lines: "New man, today is going to see you show your might!" ”

As she quipped, the corners of her mouth smiling suddenly, her eyes sharpened and focused, making her look particularly deep.

Immediately after, she fished out a piece of tofu and placed it firmly on the board in front of her, and then - slightly holding the tofu left and right, and the knife fell in her right hand!

Su Qingluan thought about it, and only divided the tofu into two halves, and never corrected the shape.

After all, although the shape of the tofu is irregular, it will only be broken by the spirit behind the master, if there really is, but if her own mother knows that she actually threw away the available ingredients, it is estimated that even if she is indispensable to scold, plus there may be a mixed doubles.

After all, there is nothing more sinful than wasting food for a people who have suffered from it.

Immediately, the kitchen knife in his right hand fell gently, and the original piece of white jade-like tender tofu curled a page like white paper.

When I looked closely, I saw that it was not a page, but a paper-thin slice of tender tofu.

"Knock knock...... "As the sound of the blade gently tapping the cutting board sounded regularly, the original whole piece of tender tofu seemed to be unloaded, and as the blade slowly shifted, the tofu gradually fell aside.

Looking closely, it was the piece of tofu that was cut into countless thin slices, without the support of volume, and the thin slice of tender tofu naturally fell to one side.

Forming all the tofu slices into slices, Su Qingluan used a kitchen knife to cut one side against the direction in which the tofu slices fell, and the pieces of "thin paper" casual clothes fell to the other side.