Although they were separated by dark coarse porcelain bowls, the moment the liquid was poured down, the two children were surprised to notice that the gray water from vegetation in the barrel turned clear and slightly yellow. s color.
Su Qingluan turned around and put the soy milk that Su Xuanhe had just ground into another earthen pot, added the water that had been filled next to it, put it on the stove and kept stirring it with a long wooden stick, until the soy milk started to boil. , quickly pour in the plant ash.
"Er Zhuang is here to help!" Su Qingluan also called Er Zhuang's classmate by his nickname in desperation, which made him a little unhappy - after all, he now fully understood that compared to Er Zhuang, the name "Xuanhe" It sounds better.
But for the sake of food, Su Erzhuang decided not to care about it.
Although Su Xuanhe is less than eight years old, he has a lot of strength in his hands. With his help, Su Qingluan transferred the "soy milk" to a square wooden box without a roof that had been lined with white gauze and was about two feet square and two to three inches deep - that was the wooden box Su Jiaping used to press tofu. .
After all the soy milk was poured in, and seeing the tofu gradually solidifying, Su Qingluan covered it with gauze, covered it with the matching template, placed a pickle jar on the left and right sides, and ignored it for the time being.
"It's done!" Su Qingluan patted the sawdust and soy milk residue on his hands, "You go out and play for a while, and you can eat delicious tender tofu later."
After coaxing her two younger brothers and sisters out, Su Qingluan cleaned her hands again, took out a cloth bag from the food cabinet, read the words written on it, poured out some soy flour and put it in an enamel basin.
Since there was no stall today, there were no burritos left. So Su Qingluan thought about eating bean cakes at night.
After stirring the soybean flour until it formed slightly and was slightly moist and water-seeping, Su Qingluan placed another basin on top of the basin containing the bean cakes and placed it outside where the sun could shine.
After Su Qingluan finished working on the bean cakes, he turned to look at the tofu. Due to the gravity of the two pickle jars and the wooden board, the tofu was already heavy.
Although such a two-foot-square piece of tofu is not heavy, it is still too much for the Su family to finish.
So, Su Qingluan simply divided the tofu into several equal pieces, leaving enough for the Su family to eat. The rest was distributed to the neighbors and villagers, and then the villagers got things like salted fish, dried meat, dried vegetables, and chicken eggs. Wait for the food as a "thank you gift".
Su Qingluan looked at the pile of food in her hand and smiled helplessly: These neighbors seemed to be afraid that she would suffer a loss, but they just gave her a piece of tofu and just brought out things in big and small packages.
If Su Qingluan didn't accept it, one or two of them would not be happy. They raised their eyebrows and stared: "What the hell, Su family girl, do you look down on me?"
In one word, Su Qingluan lost his temper.
Just like that, she came back with more than before she left.
Not to mention that Yang and Su Guangfu looked dumbfounded when they saw these things, Su Qingluan was very busy in the kitchen at the moment.
She took the basin with the bean flour balls out of the door and brought it back to the kitchen. Because the basin was quite dark in color, almost a black-brown color, it absorbed heat. In addition, due to the high temperature in summer, it However, in just this short period of time, the entire enamel basin was heated by the sun.
Su Qingluan opened the enamel basin, and a slight wave of heat hit her face. Su Qingluan pressed the bean noodles that had been mixed with water. The soft touch let her know that the bean noodles were ready.
Immediately, she grabbed a piece of bean flour cake, slightly bent her fingers with both hands to form a "gathering" gesture, flipped the bean flour cake in one hand and gently threw it in the palm of the other hand, doing this back and forth several times. , the bean cake gradually became an ellipsoid.
Su Qingluan clicked the ball of bean cakes in his hand and placed it close to the edge of the frying pan. The bean cakes were a bit heavy, and the frying pan lost its center balance due to the pressure and tilted slightly.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan quickly made another bean cake dumpling of similar size and photographed it opposite the previous bean cake.
In this way, first stick one on the top, bottom, left and right, and then stick four more on the intervals between the four bean cakes, then break off the last remaining piece and patch it on the slightly smaller bean cake until The last small piece was cut into pieces.
Su Qingluan put all the bean cakes on it and poured some water into the depression in the middle. Su Qingluan brought the frying pan to the stove.
Su Qingluan looked at the depression in the iron pot and saw that it was quite capable of holding water.
She looked around the kitchen, and finally turned the lid of the steamed bun steamer over the iron frying pan - not to mention, the size was just right, just enough to prevent the moisture inside from escaping.
Su Qingluan lowered his head and looked at the fire in the stove. Seeing that it was burning too brightly, he pulled out two thicker firewood, which weakened the fire by three points.
Then, she turned and looked at the bowl of two large pieces of soft tofu soaked in water on the platform below the window.
Su Qingluan carefully and almost reverently took the kitchen knife given by Mr. Xu today, with imperceptible smile lines at the corners of her mouth: "New guy, I'm going to see you show off your power today!"
After making a joke, her lips suddenly dropped into a smile, and her eyes became sharp and focused, making her look extraordinarily deep.
Immediately afterwards, she fished out a piece of tofu and placed it flatly on the chopping board in front of her. Then - she held the tofu slightly from left to right, and raised the knife with her right hand!
Su Qingluan thought for a while and only divided the tofu into upper and lower halves without modifying the shape.
After all, although the shape of the tofu is irregular, it will only be scolded by the master's master - if there is one - but if my mother knew that she had thrown away the usable ingredients, she would probably be scolded. , plus possible bonus mixed doubles.
After all, for a common person who has gone through hardships, there is no more sinful crime than wasting food.
Immediately, the kitchen knife in his right hand fell gently, and the soft tofu, which was originally a white jade-like piece of white paper, curled into a page.
Looking carefully, I could see clearly that it was not a page of paper, but soft tofu slices as thin as paper.
"Dong dong dong dong..." As the sound of the blade tapping the cutting board was heard regularly, the soft tofu, which was originally a whole piece, seemed to have been relieved of its strength. As the blade slowly moved, the tofu also gradually Crooked to the side.
If you look carefully, you can see that the piece of tofu has been cut into countless thin slices. There is no support from the volume, and the thin piece of tender tofu naturally tilts to one side.
Cut all the tofu slices into slices. Su Qingluan used a kitchen knife to cut one side of the tofu slices in the opposite direction, and the "thin paper" pieces fell to the other side.
