Wanwan wriggled her nose and felt that the soy milk from the stone mill had a strange smell. She stared at the soy milk in the wooden barrel and asked, "Is this the soy milk we drink every morning? It feels different."

The old man looked back at Wanwan squatting beside him and said with a smile: "You usually have to cook soy milk, but this is still raw."

Wanwan nodded in a vague way: "There is so much soy milk in the bucket, can you finish drinking it?"

The old man couldn't help laughing: "The beans are not only cooked soy milk, but also made tofu brains and tofu. Even the bean dregs in the dustpan can be made into bean dregs cakes and fried bean dregs, which are very delicious."

Wanwan's eyes were shiny and looked at Xia Zhihuai beside her: "Brother, let's do it when we go back."

"Okay, when you get home, you grind out the beans and I'll let Zhuqing make it for you." Xia Zhihuai said with a slight smile.

This little thing has never been polite to him instructing him to do things.

Wanwan collapsed her little face and whispered: "We don't have this stone at home."

Xia Zhihuai couldn't help but joke with her: "Then you work hard, and we will try to make money to buy one at home."

Wanwan thought for a few seconds: "Didn't I earn enough money before to buy it?"

"I've bought you milk powder. If you plan to cut off your own food, we can raise money to buy a stone mill." Xia Zhihuai's face did not flush and his heart beat her up.

Wanwan suddenly widened her eyes and shook her head and said, "Then let's forget it, we can stop buying this stone."

Yan Shu suddenly spoke out: "I can buy it for you, Wanwan, just go home with me."

Xia Zhihuai: "!" Why is this child terrified?

Wanwan stood there and made a difficult choice, and said reluctantly: "Brother Yan Shu, I still can't."

The stone looks big and it feels quite expensive.

Shushu's money is his own, and she cannot let him pay for his own preferences.

It would be great if my brother was willing, but my brother was unlucky before and was unable to make ends meet.

Forget it, she is a sensible child and knows how to restrain herself.

The old man was in a much better mood as he listened to the two children's words. He raised the wooden barrel on the ground and turned around and asked the two children: "Do you want to see how to make tofu?"

Wanwan and Yan Shu immediately bet on their eyes.

Wanwan raised her hand first: "I want to see, I want to see, grandpa."

Yan Shu also nodded: "I want to see it."

Xia Zhihuai glanced at the basket on the ground: "Don't you go to find other vegetables?"

Yan Shu was a little confused when he looked at the basket. He wanted to make tofu, but finding vegetables seemed to be very important, but he was afraid that he would encounter big goose again on the road.

Troubled...

"Come in and help. After the tofu is ready, I can give you bean dregs cakes and tofu today." The old man walked into the kitchen with a bucket and suddenly turned around and said.

Xia Zhihuai accepted his fate and sighed. Wanwan asked in a low voice: "Brother, why do you want to do these things?"

Didn’t it mean that you could divide the house by finding vegetables?

Xia Zhihuai poked her soft cheeks and curled her lips and said, "For our supper, the program team does not care about food and clothing, we have to rely on ourselves to make a living."

Wanwan turned her head and looked around: "Where is Brother Xiu Nan? Can he cook?"

Xia Zhihuai smiled and said with a slight smile: "He is not as good as your brother and me."

Wanwan stood there as if she was struck by lightning.

Yan Shu didn't understand his sadness and just whispered: "Wanwan, your brother can't cook, so he can find someone else to cook."

"My father can't do it either. He always asks the aunt at home to cook."

Wanwan was crying and she couldn't cry: "But your aunt is not here either! My brother said, we have to rely on ourselves..."

"It takes a corresponding price to ask for help."

They are so poor that they can't afford to hire anyone.

This is really the most heartbreaking thing she has ever heard this year.

When she thought of the noodles made by her brother, she felt that the taste of the top was back.

what to do?

Who can save the poor child?

...

Wanwan stood there for a while, then walked into the kitchen with Yan Shu, thinking in her mind whether she could find a Guigui in the village who replaced Aunt Zhu Qing’s position.

Now she thinks it would be great if she occasionally meets Guigui and stays in the human world, at least she can help.

The ghost brother at that grandma’s house, I wonder if he can cook?

Can you invite me to teach you a delicious meal?

Xia Zhihuai didn't know what Wanwan was thinking in her little head, so she had already entered the kitchen and started preparing things to make tofu.

He had only heard of brine and tofu. He was not very clear about brine. He only heard of brine and brine. He only heard of brine and brine.

But he always doubted whether the decoration plaster he knew was just a tofu plaster.

If he has a problem in his heart, he will naturally blurt out the problem when he has the chance.

The old man sat in front of the stove to burn the fire, and said with a smile: "The plaster is the same, but it is different."

Xia Zhihuai looked confused.

Wanwan happened to walk in at this time and just heard the old man say, "The gypsum used to order tofu is raw."

"The gypsum used to paste the wall is cooked."

Wanwan stood beside Xia Zhihuai, confused as she listened to the raw and cooked gypsum.

"The gypsum braised stew used to order tofu now is the edible level purchased on the market. When you see gypsum painted on the walls of buildings and bandage plasters made in the hospital, they are all cooked gypsum. They need to be made by firing and cannot be used to order tofu."

Xia Zhihuai: "Is it heating to burn gypsum?"

The old man nodded: "That's the reason, but I can't say the specific ones, but I just heard that the temperature cannot be too high..."

Wanwan couldn't understand and pulled Xia Zhihuai's sleeve: "Brother, can you eat it when the plaster is cooked?"

Xia Zhihuai: "..."

"So you listened carefully for so long, are you lonely listening?"

Xia Zhihuai bounced her round forehead, making her laugh and cry.

Wanwan covered her forehead and flattened her mouth.

Xia Zhihuai sighed: "You can't eat gypsum, your stomach will hurt if you eat it."

"Then why do you discuss this?"

"Order tofu."

Xia Zhihuai bent down and poured the soy milk from the wooden bucket into the pot, covered the wooden pot with a lid, and waited for the soy milk to heat it.

"Gypsum is a necessary tool for ordering tofu."

"Just like when you drink milk, you have to rinse the milk powder with water so that it can turn into milk."

"Now the soy milk in the pot is heated, and after it is cooked, it is still a pot of soy milk."

"But if you add some gypsum powder, it will turn into tofu brain."

"Put the tofu brain in the bag and then press it with a mold, and it becomes tofu."

Wanwan blinked and stopped talking.

Anyway, I seem to understand, but I don’t.

Xia Zhihuai was not in a hurry to let her understand these things. Wanwan was smarter than ordinary children. She could understand them slowly by seeing how tofu was made with her own eyes.

...

The soy milk in the pot started soon, which was also Xia Zhihuai’s first time making tofu. Although he hated the program team to make such a big stone mill to trick him, it was actually quite interesting to participate in the tofu production process.

The old man uncovered the lid of the pot and the steam rose.

The smell of beans changed before. The old man scooped up a few bowls of soy milk and sprinkled some white sugar into it.

"You guys try it."

Xia Zhihuai held two bowls on the small table and asked Yan Shu and Wanwan to drink them themselves: "Be careful of being hot, wait a while for drinking."

Wanwan and Yan Shu stood by the table, looking at the milky white soy milk, they both felt very novel.

Xia Zhihuai held the bowl and took a sip, his mouth full of rich aroma of soy milk.

Sure enough, what I made myself always feels better than what I bought outside.

"How about it?"

"It's delicious." Xia Zhihuai gave a thumbs up, "I can try it when I go back."

The old man laughed in silence and put the soy milk in a wooden barrel. Xia Zhihuai quickly put down the bowl and helped lift the soy milk into the yard.
To be continued...