The old hen that is more than three years old stewed into the pot, and as soon as it is opened, it exudes a different aroma, smelling this aroma, Hu Li and Hu Xiaolin's eyes are about to light up.

Song Shushu sighed secretly, what they used to eat was the same as pig food, and it is estimated that there is no concept of whether it is good or not.

But it's different to shoot it yourself, and finally let Brother Feng's chickens reflect their due value.

I'm afraid that in the future, Brother Feng's hens will not be able to keep it.

The old hen that is three years old will not be stewed for a while and a half, but if it is really stewed, it is called a fragrant and a fat!

Although a lot of potatoes were added to eat oil, there was still a thick layer of yellow grease floating in the stewed chicken.

This thing is a mouthful, fragrant and greasy, ordinary people can't enjoy it, Hu Xiaolin eagerly took a bite, was scalded straight, and then was so tired that he straightened his neck.

Song Shushu was reluctant to throw it away, so he skimmed out a lot of chicken fat and soup, and put it in a small basin alone, and put some when he cooked next time, the taste was more effective than any broth.

When the food was out of the pot, Song Shushu also looked out, only Hu Li and Hu Xiaolin came over today, and the two of them still looked cautious, Hu Li was constantly looking at her face, and it was clear that she couldn't let go of her hands and feet.

This is the feeling of being cared for and needed, and Song Shushu said that it is false not to be moved.

Besides, as soon as he brushed his face, he scared the monsters in the whole village, and he said that he had a face.

However, everything has to be paid sometimes, and people coax and pay respects, and they continue to show their faces, so they don't know how to lift.

After eating, half of the pot of chicken and stewed potatoes was left, and as usual, there was not even a soup base left.

Hu Li ran to wash the dishes, and even the lazy Tiger Roaring Forest began to sweep the floor diligently.

Song Shushu sighed secretly, this is the square sun, rising from the west.

When they were done with their work and were about to leave, Song Shushu hurriedly pulled them back, sighed and said, "Hu Li, Master Tiger!"

"Little Song Village Chief, what's wrong with you, don't scare me!" Hu Li suddenly became nervous, and pulled Song Shushu with a worried expression.

Tiger Xiaolin also reached out to touch his forehead with a serious face.

Song Shushu slapped off his hairy hand, and said with a straight face: "Hu Li, Master Hu, you help tell everyone, I'm not so fragile, I really haven't changed at all, I'll make some loach drill tofu at night, please come and eat together, by the way, there doesn't seem to be tofu in our village, who will not make it?"

"Aunt Xiong will!" Hu Xiaolin hurriedly shouted, and then was glared at by Hu Li, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Hu Li saw that Song Shushu's expression finally relaxed, and she also pulled Hu Xiaolin away beautifully, and went to inform them one by one.

Song Shushu found some soybeans and soaked them, but the problem was that he didn't grind them, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to make tofu.

Song Shushu looked at the front and back of the house, and was still a little worried, five barrels of fruit wine were brewed, but to generate profits, it would take at least three months later, if you see the payment, half a year is also it, you can't guard these big barrels for three months.

It is also a way to directly pick wild fruits and sell them, as if there is a harvest in the town, and go back to see it.

Once those monsters use their demon power, they can be more effective than any machine, and this place is rich in products, so the money will not be earned.

It didn't take long for Aunt Xiong to come with a small jar, saying that she was here to make tofu.

To make tofu, you must first grind, the first step is to grind soy milk first, and take a small jar to make soy milk.

Aunt Xiong looked at the soaked soybeans and said, "It's not enough to soak, but it's okay to use!"

"Then ...... this soy milk"

Song Shushu was stunned, and immediately came back to his senses, for these monsters, do they still need backward things like soymilk machines!

Sure enough, Aunt Xiong only needed to raise her hand, and then twisted it slightly, and the milky yellow soybean milk fell into the cauldron of the twelve seals like a waterfall.

After the soybean milk is boiled, it is necessary to order the brine, which is the most critical and the most technical step in making tofu.

In Aunt Xiong's jar, there is the old brine she treasured, which is mixed and sprinkled into the pot, and then used a basin to scoop and sprinkle it three times, and the soy milk in the pot has already condensed.

"Aunt Xiong, scoop a few more times!" Song Shushu looked at the soybean milk that had already condensed and hurriedly said.

Aunt Xiong smiled: "No, if you scoop it again, the tofu won't be made!"

"Why?" Song Shushu couldn't help but ask.

Aunt Xiong was stunned for a moment, it was the first time someone asked why, what could she do, experience.

Aunt Xiong thought for a long time before recalling the explanation on TV: "Well, plant protein coagulation, it's limited, excessive coagulation, it's ...... It's going to be like that!"

It's better not to ask.

The wooden box is covered with gauze, the preliminary condensed soybean milk is poured inside, a board is covered on it, and a large stone is pressed up, and the excess water in it is squeezed out, and the tofu is done.

It's just that Song Shushu looked at three plates of tofu and cut it into normal flat rot pieces, how could he get more than a hundred pieces.

I just want to make a loach drill tofu, and three or four pieces are enough, but if I am not careful, I will make so many of them.

Aunt Xiong seemed to see Song Shushu's worries, and said with a smile: "It's okay, there are so many guys in the village, you can always eat!"

Song Shushu decided to make a tofu banquet in the evening.

Tofu is absolutely versatile, you can do it with anything, large pieces of oil, stewed with tofu, there is a way to stew thousands of stewed tofu and ten thousand stewed fish, the more stewed the more fragrant, the more stewed the more flavorful, until the tofu is stewed to the surface of the oily, the skin is tight and tight.

Nowadays, people are impetuous, even making tofu is like this, in order to press the scale, in order to get out of the workshop as soon as possible, the slurry water in the tofu is not exhausted, making the tofu loose, let alone fried, even if it is stewed, it will be scattered into tofu residue in ten minutes.

The tofu made by Aunt Xiong is definitely a must, and it is also said that if the tofu made with demon power is not delicious, it will be the effort of Aunt Xiong who is blind.

The tofu in the pot has been stewed for almost an hour, still piece by piece, the skin is ruddy and tight, and the pores are also soaked in soup, and then slowly grunt over low heat, until the soup is exhausted.

By the time Song Shushu started making loaches and tofu, Hu Li, Hu Xiaolin, and the Lu family were all here.

Song Shushu hurriedly greeted him with a smile, so as not to scare them by touching his face again, and finally there was a pot of tofu left, and he ate it again and again, and he was tired of eating it, and he was reluctant to throw it away.

He began to wonder if he had a dog to eat leftovers.

Of course, if these guys really eat it, they can't even eat vegetable soup with a dog, and they will starve to death.