Su Qingluan gently held the soft tofu that had been cut into slices, changed the knife again, and cut the "pieces of paper" into thin strips.
The tender tofu was really too dense and sticky, and the blade was very sharp. When Su Qingluan raised the knife and dropped it, the shape of the tofu did not change at all from the outside.
From the surface, it looks like the piece of tofu is just falling out of shape.
When Mrs. Yang came to the kitchen, she saw this scene: her eldest daughter, who had always been smart and smart, struggled for a long time with a piece of tofu, and the "dong dong dong" sound of chopping vegetables could be heard from outside the house. Sound, how can I take a quick look, is there more tofu or the same kind of tofu?
Yang was puzzled and asked.
Su Qingluan raised her eyes and called to her mother: "Mom, come here and take a look!"
Curious, Yang stepped forward to take a look, and saw Su Qingluan gently scooping up the "whole piece" of tofu with the blade of a knife, and then slowly put it into the water.
In an instant, the boundaries of the "whole piece" of soft tofu seemed to slowly melt into the water, and seemed to be a little blurred.
And Su Qingluan picked up a pair of chopsticks, put them into the water and stirred them gently. In an instant, the "whole piece" of tofu slowly spread out to the surroundings, like stripping off strands, and turned into strands of pure white. Thread-like tofu shreds.
"Hey!" Yang stared at the handful of tofu shreds in the water and exclaimed, "This tofu is probably thinner than a hair!"
After saying this, as if to verify it, she actually pulled out a piece of hair and pointed it at the tofu shreds in the water. The movement was so fast that Su Qingluan didn't even react.
Yang sighed again: "Oh, it's really thinner than a hair!"
Su Qingluan couldn't laugh or cry when she saw this: "Mom, there's no need to really pull out the hair..." It hurts so much.
Yang didn't care about her hair problem, but asked Su Qingluan how she made the tofu.
So, Su Qingluan simply cut the remaining tofu into shreds and soaked it in water in front of Yang.
Yang was speechless when he saw it, but there was a look of pride and pride in his eyes.
Su Qingluan lifted the lid of the frying pan, and a burst of white hot steam instantly steamed up, blocking her sight.
After a while, the mist dissipated. Su Qingluan used a shovel to lift the bean cakes stuck to the wall of the pot. There was already a layer of brown and crispy rice cakes on the side next to the wall of the pot, exuding a very flavorful burnt flavor. fragrant.
Su Qingluan took the bamboo basket containing dry food and moved a few bean cakes into the basket with a shovel.
Because the bean cakes were placed in a basin and placed in the sun, they were already in a slightly fermented state. Therefore, although the bean cakes were crusty on one side, they were very pliable and soft on the other side.
Su Qingluan then removed the iron frying pan and put the earthen pot for soup.
Su Qingluan thought about the raw materials that could be used in the kitchen today - Jinhua ham, winter bamboo shoots and the like, which she didn't have in hand right now.
Ham is a very important ingredient. Because ham tastes salty and fresh, if it has a lighter taste, just use this ham to adjust the saltiness.
However, without this side dish, the saltiness and freshness of the soup would be lost a lot.
Su Qingluan thought to herself that since the original authentic Wensi tofu couldn't be made anyway, she simply changed her mind and changed the dish to hot and sour style despite the risk of being talked 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 mature vinegar into the boiling water. Su Qingluan tasted it, and the taste was actually very good - quite like the taste of hot and sour soup, just before the last use. Thicken with prepared starch.
With the final thickening, Su Qingluan used the back of the spoon to gently spread the gathered tofu strands. In an instant, the fine and white tofu silk slowly spread out, like an elegant gauze, slowly dispersed in every corner of the bowl of soup.
The good Huaiyang cuisine was changed into hot and sour soup by Su Qingluan. Su Qingluan said that she was very happy - she had wanted to do this in front of the chef in her previous life!
Yang on the side was startled by Su Qingluan's "provocative" smile, and asked quickly: "Da Ya, are you feeling unwell?"
The smile just now was so scary.
Su Qingluan shook her head quickly: "I just thought of something funny." Su Qingluan glanced at the bowl of "Spicy and Sour Wensi Tofu" from the corner of her eye, thinking that the master would probably jump up at her if she heard the name of the dish.
Seeing that Su Qingluan's hands were not idle, Yang turned around and went to stir-fry mixed vegetables in an iron frying pan.
Finally, the mixed vegetables were taken out of the pot, garnished with some sesame seeds, and the family gathered around the table to prepare for dinner.
"Sister, what is this?" Su Xueyan, a child, pointed to the bowl of "Improved" Wensi Tofu.
Su Qingluan's position was separated from Su Xueyan by Su Xuanhe, so Su Qingluan explained to her younger brother: "These white 'thin threads' are made of tofu."
Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan were both very surprised when they heard it - whether it was the silk-like shape on the outside or the smooth, sour, spicy and rich taste in the mouth, it was hard to believe that it was made of tofu.
Several people in the Su family were eating. Su Xuanhe took his sister and kept asking how to cut the tofu like this. This was a bit surprising and made people dumbfounded.
At this time, Su Xuanhe, who saw that kind of bean cake, said softly, then covered his mouth and said nothing.
"Childed teeth?" Su Qingluan asked curiously.
Su Xuanhe just shook his head desperately and did not answer, but he did not take his hands away from his mouth and face.
Su Qingluan frowned at her younger brother's unusual appearance: "Are you really uncomfortable?"
Of course, she was answered with silence and a shake of the head.
"Your sister is asking you something," Su Guangfu frowned when he saw Su Xuanhe just covering his mouth without speaking or putting his hands down, "What do you look like?"
Su Guangfu usually didn't lose his temper very much at home, and he rarely spoke so loudly to his three children, but this time he saw that his son's way of desperately covering his mouth was so unflattering.
Generally, people who don't get angry very often are very frightened when they lose their temper. This is the case for Su Guangfu.
So, despite all his reluctance, Su Xuanhe slowly lowered his hands in front of the whole family.
In his mouth, a front tooth was missing, and there was a faint trace of blood on his lips.
"Pfft..." Su Qingluan saw that her brother's front teeth were open and his breathing was "whooshing" when he spoke, so she expressed her loud ridicule without politeness.
The moment Su Xuanhe put down his hand, he probably thought that the broken jar had been smashed. The feeling of grievance and resentment just now was gone, replaced by the kind of "you can laugh if you want to, I don't care." A sense of vicissitudes of life.
"I thought something was going to happen." Yang said with a smile, "Isn't it just that the teeth are about to start changing?"
