Su Qingluan gently held the tender tofu that had been cut into slices, changed the knife again, and cut the "paper slices" into thin strips.

The tender tofu is too dense and sticky, and the blade is very sharp, Su Qingluan's hand is up and down, and the shape of the tofu has not changed at all from the outside.

On the surface, it was just that the tofu had collapsed and become more and more out of shape.

When Yang came to the stove room, she saw this scene: her eldest daughter, who has always been smart and clever, worked a piece of tofu for a long time, and she could hear the sound of chopping vegetables from outside the house.

Yang asked.

Su Qingluan raised her eyes and beckoned her mother-in-law: "A-Niang, come over and see!" ”

Curious, Yang stepped forward to take a look, and saw that Su Qingluan picked up the "whole piece" of tofu with a flat shovel with a blade, and then slowly put it into the water.

Suddenly, the boundaries of the original "one" piece of tender tofu seemed to slowly melt into the water, and they seemed to be a little blurred.

And Su Qingluan picked out another pair of chopsticks and stretched them into the water and gently toggled, and in an instant, the "whole piece" of tofu slowly spread out to the surroundings like a strand of silk, turning into a trace of tofu like a white silk thread.

"Eh!" Yang stared at the handful of tofu shreds in the water and exclaimed, "This tofu is not thinner than a hair!" ”

As if to verify it, she actually pulled out a hair and compared it to the tofu shreds in the water, so fast that Su Qingluan didn't react at all.

Yang sighed again: "Eh, it's really thinner than a hair!" ”

Su Qingluan couldn't cry or laugh when she saw this: "A-Niang, you don't have to really pull out your hair...... "How painful."

Yang didn't care about his hair, but asked Su Qingluan with great interest how he got this tofu.

So, Su Qingluan simply put the remaining tofu in front of Yang, slowed down his movements, and cut it into shreds and soaked it in water.

Yang was stunned, but there was a look of pride and pride in his eyes.

Su Qingluan lifted the lid of the frying pan, and a white hot air steamed up in an instant, blocking her vision.

After a while, the mist dissipated, and Su Qingluan used a shovel to lift the bean cakes attached to the wall of the pot, and a layer of burnt yellow and crispy pots had formed on the side next to the wall of the pot, exuding a very flavorful burnt aroma.

Su Qingluan took the bamboo basket containing dry food, and neatly transferred a few bean cakes to the basket with the help of a shovel.

Because the bean cake was held in a basin and placed in the sun, it was already in a slightly fermented state, so although the bean cake was knotted on one side, the other side was very flexible and soft.

Su Qingluan then removed the iron frying pan and put the crockpot for cooking the soup.

Su Qingluan thought about the raw materials that could be used in the kitchen today - Jinhua ham, winter bamboo shoots and the like that she didn't have in her hands now.

Ham is a very important ingredient, because the ham tastes salty and fresh, if the taste is lighter, it is enough to adjust the saltiness with this ham.

However, without this side dish, the saltiness of the soup should also lose a lot of color.

Su Qingluan thought to herself, since the original authentic Wensi tofu couldn't be made anyway, she simply changed her heart to a sour and spicy style at the risk of being kept talking about by the master in her dreams in the middle of the night.

Just do it, Su Qingluan quickly put the black and white pepper powder and old vinegar into the boiling water, Su Qingluan tasted it, and the taste was actually very good - it had the taste of hot and sour soup, and it was almost thickened with the starch made before.

With the last thickening, Su Qingluan used the back of the soup spoon to gently spread the gathered tofu filaments. Suddenly, the fine and white tofu shreds slowly drifted out, like a flowing light veil, slowly scattered in all corners of this bowl of soup.

The good Huaiyang dish was changed to hot and sour soup by Su Qingluan, and Su Qingluan said that she was very happy - she wanted to do this in front of the master in her last life!

The Yang family on the side was taken aback by Su Qingluan's "provocative" smile, and hurriedly asked, "Big girl, are you unwell?" ”

I laughed so scarily just now.

Su Qingluan hurriedly shook his head: "I just thought of something funny." Su Qingluan glanced at the bowl of "Sour and Hot Wensi Tofu" in front of him, "Thinking that the master would probably jump up to her if he heard the name of such a dish."

Yang saw that Su Qingluan's hands were not idle, so he turned around and went to fry miscellaneous vegetables in an iron frying pan.

Finally, the mixed vegetables were out of the pot, decorated with some sesame seeds, and the family gathered around the table to prepare for dinner.

"Sister, what is this?" Su Xueyan's child pointed to the bowl of "improved" Wensi tofu.

Su Qingluan's location is still separated from Su Xueyan by Su Xuanhe, so Su Qingluan even explained to his younger brother: "This white 'thin line' is made of tofu. ”

When Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan heard this, they were both very surprised—whether it was the shape of the silk thread on the outside, or the smooth, sour and thick taste in the mouth, it was hard to believe that it was made of tofu.

Several members of the Su family were eating, and Su Xuanhe pulled his sister and kept asking how to cut the tofu into this, which made people cry and laugh a little unexpectedly.

At this time, Su Xuanhe, who saw that kind of bean cake, said "eh" lightly, and then covered his mouth and didn't speak.

"Toothless?" Su Qingluan asked with some curiosity.

Su Xuanhe just shook his head desperately and didn't answer, but he didn't take his hand away from his mouth and face.

Su Qingluan frowned at the abnormal appearance of his little brother: "Are you really uncomfortable?" ”

Of course, she was answered by silence and shaking her head.

"Your sister is asking you," Su Guangfu saw that Su Xuanhe was just covering his mouth, not speaking, and not putting his hand down, just frowned, "What do you look like?" ”

Su Guangfu is at home, he usually doesn't lose his temper much, and even he rarely talks so loudly to the three children, but this time he looks at his son's desperate way of covering his mouth.

Generally, people who don't get angry often lose their temper very frighteningly, and Su Guangfu is like this.

So, although he was reluctant, Su Xuanhe still put down his hands slowly in front of the whole family.

And in his mouth, a front tooth was missing, and there was a faint blood stain on his lips.

"Puff ......" Su Qingluan saw that her younger brother was holding his front teeth, and his words and panting were "whirring" and leaking, and unceremoniously expressed her loud ridicule.

And the moment Su Xuanhe put down his hand, he probably thought that the broken jar was broken, and the grievances just now were gone, replaced by the vicissitudes of "if you want to laugh, just laugh at me".

"I thought something was going to happen." Yang Shi smiled and said, "Isn't it just about to start changing your teeth?" ”