, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Yang Ruoqing almost couldn't help but laugh again.
She gave Da'an an angry look and said: "Silly boy, have you ever seen any girl in our village who doesn't get married? If you really want to stay at home and be an old girl without getting married, people might say there's something wrong with that girl if you can't get married! Either because of her virtue or her body, she is disliked by people wherever she goes and looks at her like a monster, do you think she is miserable or not?"
"Is that so..." Da'an frowned, as if thinking.
Yang Ruoqing freed up a hand, caressed her face, and continued: "Sister, I am loved by everyone, and flowers bloom when they see each other. There is no need to worry about not being able to get married, maybe. , when the time comes, the number of people who propose marriage will be overwhelming!"
Da'an has a lot of black streaks in his head, sister, you don't have to be so boastful, do you?
"But, your sister, I have entrusted Da'an with a sacred errand, that is, the future brother-in-law must be approved by my Da'an before she can marry! Otherwise, she will be the crown prince of the Dragon King, and I won't even take a look at it. No?"
Daan's eyes widened in surprise, unable to believe what he heard.
"Really? I mean what I say?"
"Silly boy, you, my sister, and I can't fool anyone else. Okay, that's a happy decision!" Yang Ruoqing said, standing up straight.
Sun said angrily: "You siblings are just joking. How can a marriage be a trivial matter?"
The excitement that had just risen on Daan's face was somewhat reduced.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Mom, I'm serious. I believe in Da'an's vision."
Mrs. Sun was helpless and thought it was a joke made by her children, so she just laughed it off.
Yang Ruoqing took a deep look at her younger brother Da'an again, her eyes full of warmth.
Daan's refusal to let her get married was childish, but it also reflected the impulse of a boy who couldn't wait to protect his sister!
He is not sensible now and cannot understand the many, many feelings between people in this world.
Family, friendship, love...
These feelings are interrelated, but they are also irreplaceable.
In the first half of her life, she and Daan had a relationship between brother and sister, but in the second half of their lives, they had to develop their own lives.
She will find a husband who is compatible with her, and Da'an also needs a wife who knows both coldness and hotness. Siblings can live together for the rest of their lives. This is just the child's best wish!
However, this beautiful wish and her brother's sincere wish to protect her sister moved her to the core!
Rubbing Daan's head again, Yang Ruoqing said nothing. She believed that with Daan's intelligence, he would be able to understand how moved she was at this moment!
As for Luo Fengtang...
Yang Ruoqing laughed a little when she thought that her father and mother and the others were secretly planning this.
He is also an out-and-out silly boy!
Over there, Mrs. Sun finished grinding the last spoonful of soybeans and asked Yang Ruoqing what she would do next.
After restraining her emotions, Yang Ruoqing came to her senses.
He glanced at a wooden basin placed under the millstone. The wooden basin was filled with ground soybean milk, and some dripping liquid remained in the chute of the stone mill base.
She used a spoon to gently scrape all the remaining soy milk into the tub, and then picked up a clean black mesh cloth that had been prepared in advance.
"Da'an, go next door and tell Zang Gong that it's time for him to play!"
"Yeah!" Da'an turned around and left the kitchen.
In the blink of an eye, Lao Suntou rolled up his sleeves and came in.
"Oh, it's time for me to come on stage, Qing'er, just assign it, right?"
"Gong Ga, you and my mother should pull this black mesh apart, don't open it completely, just pull it into a funnel shape!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Lao Suntou and Mrs. Sun did as Yang Ruoqing told them.
Yang Ruoqing placed a clean wooden bucket under the black mesh, then picked up the wooden basin, clattering...
All the soy milk in the wooden basin was poured into the black mesh cloth, and seeped through the fine mesh into the wooden barrel below.
Then, Lao Suntou and Mrs. Sun vigorously shook the black mesh cloth, and when the soy milk inside was almost shaken, they tightened the black mesh cloth, wrapped the bean dregs inside, and placed it on the stone mill.
A wooden board is placed on top, and a pole is placed on it. Press the pole with great force, trying to squeeze out the last remaining water in the bean dregs!
Don't stop until you can't squeeze out a drop of water anymore.
Yang Ruoqing shook all the filtered soy milk a few times, and then fetched sweet well water from the well in the yard outside to mix and dilute it.
Mix the diluted soy milk and pour it into the small pot outside.
"Mom, it's all up to you next, be more powerful!" She smiled at Sun.
Over there, Old Sun shook off the black mesh and looked at the bean dregs inside, feeling very surprised.
"Old man, I have lived for most of my life. This is the first time I have seen soybeans ground into such dregs. Is this dregs edible?"
"Gong Gong, of course this bean dregs can be eaten. Stir-fry it with pickles and cabbage and make it into bean dregs cake. It tastes delicious!"
Yang Ruoqing took an open earthenware bowl, walked over and transferred the bean dregs into the earthenware bowl.
"If we mix this bean dregs into pig food, our piglets will definitely grow faster!"
Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly: "I have agreed with Chang Geng that we will catch Piggy the day after tomorrow!"
Hearing that bean dregs can be eaten, Xiao An also gathered around.
Pulling Yang Ruoqing's sleeve, she said: "Sister, next time I'll feed the bean dregs to Piggy. Let's fry this bowl of bean dregs and eat it tomorrow? Xiao An is greedy, okay?"
Yang Ruoqing leaned over and subconsciously wanted to pinch Xiao An's nose with her fingers.
Thinking that Yang Huamei had almost broken his nose today, he quickly retracted his fingers.
He pinched Xiao An's cheek lightly and said, "Okay, tomorrow morning, let my mother make bean dregs cake for you to eat!"
"Okay!" Xiao An danced with joy.
Yang Ruoqing put the bean dregs into the cupboard and moved two benches from the next door room.
The doors of the kitchen room and Yang Huazhong's house next door were removed.
A simple house also has its advantages. It is not difficult to remove this door. If it were left in modern society, the security door...
Oh my gosh, she really used her special agent skills to take it down.
Here, a door panel is placed on a bench, which has long been wiped clean.
Then, Yang Ruoqing placed a wooden box about half a square meter in size on the door panel.
I didn’t know what this wooden box was used for before, but later it became useless and was piled up in the miscellaneous room of Lao Yang’s family.
It was reused by Yang Ruoqing because the wooden box had palm-width borders on all four sides, which was perfect for shaping the tofu.
Put the black mesh cloth back on the wooden box. Over there, the soy milk in the small pot began to boil, bubbling happily, and the foam was almost flush with the edge of the pot.
"Qing'er, what are you going to do next?" asked Sun.
"Next, it's my turn to show off my skills. Order some brine, which is also a key step in making tofu!"
Yang Ruoqing said, turned around, picked up a bowl, and tinkered with the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar on the stove.
I took salt, took vinegar, exchanged it for water, and mixed it with a few other things.
His hands and feet were neat and his expression was focused. In the blink of an eye, a bowl of yellow liquid with a light sour taste was swaying gently in the bowl.
