[69 Book Bar-www.] After hearing Mo Qingwu's words, the woman stared at her in a daze and said, "I didn't expect that the girl was such a reasonable person. The rumors about the girl in the market are really a mess.
My husband’s surname is Zhou, so you can call me Aunt Zhou.”
Mo Qingwu was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "So I am so famous?"
Aunt Zhou's face turned slightly red and said, "It was the boss of 'Han Moxuan' who told us that Fusheng stole the girl's money, so we only knew who the girl belonged to."
Mo Qingwu smiled and knew that the woman's heart had been opened, so she asked Mu Zi to accompany Fusheng to invite the doctor. After looking at the dilapidated courtyard, she saw a few plates of tofu on the wooden table in the courtyard, and some of them were already
I don’t know how many days I have been left, but I have grown moldy and hairy, but I haven’t thrown it away. I asked curiously: “Does my aunt make a living by selling tofu?”
She nodded, and Mo Qingwu asked again: "Then why are these tofu moldy and not thrown away?"
She looked a little sad: "I'm not afraid of girls making jokes. It's all because I've been sick for so long. Everyone is afraid that the tofu I made is not clean, so I'll give them the illness. Besides, it's not just my family selling tofu in the market, so I don't care about me.
The tofu they made was so fresh that no one bought it. Every day, the whole plate was taken out and the whole plate was brought back. Fusheng and I couldn’t finish it myself, so the leftovers were moldy.”
"It's not good to eat moldy things. If you are sick, you can't eat moldy things." Mo Qingwu shook her head and said in disagreement. Seeing her embarrassed expression, she knew that poor families would definitely not be willing to waste things like this. Mo Qing
Wu walked over and looked at the tofu, and found that the tofu was covered with white moldy mycelium, and said strangely: "It was just right for mold, why not make it into fermented tofu?"
"Fermented tofu?" Aunt Zhou said in surprise, "What is that?"
Is there no fermented tofu here yet? I had an idea in my mind and turned to her and said, "Does there be chili noodles and salt in the aunt's house? If there are some washed leaves, you can take out some. By the way, I'm still going to do it.
I want a bowl of wine.”
Mo Qingwu has learned to make pickles before, and he knows a little about how to make fermented tofu, but he has never done it himself. He just sees his mother making it. Anyway, he treats a dead horse as a living horse, so let's give it a try.
She stared at Mo Qingwu in a daze, nodded, and took out the things: "Is only rice wine possible?"
"I don't know if it's OK, I'll try it." Mo Qingwu laughed and took the knife to cut the tofu on the chopping board, cut the hairy tofu into even small pieces. Then estimate the ratio of the chili noodles and salt.
They mixed together, picked up a piece with chopsticks, soaked it in wine and poured hair, then rolled it into the pepper noodles, picked it up and wrapped it with vegetable leaves, and put it aside. Aunt Zhou didn't know what she was doing.
But she didn't stop her, so she looked at her curiously. Mo Qingwu looked up and smiled, "I need a pickle jar. I need a tofu wrapped in the leaves in the jar in turn, seal it for five or six days before I can get it.
I ate it. But this is something to serve rice, so you can't eat too much. The aunt can try it myself."
She followed Mo Qingwu and also wrapped a piece and said, "Is that true? Is this thing really edible if I do this?"
Mo Qingwu smiled embarrassedly and said, "I can't guarantee that I will succeed. I just saw my mother doing this before, but the mold in the early stage seems not to be raised like this, so the tofu must be cut into small pieces first.
If I raise mold, I just give it a try. If it doesn’t work, don’t blame me.”
"Look at what the girl said, this thing can't be sold anyway. If it can be made into the fermented tofu the girl said, it won't ruin the things in vain." Aunt Zhou smiled and took a clean jar from the yard and wrapped it.
Put the tofu in it.
"Aunt, if you take this thing out, you can eat it, please give me a few pieces." Mo Qingwu smiled and looked at her. God knows how much she missed the pickled vegetables and fermented bean curd made by her mother. Unfortunately, she never ate them again after her mother passed away.
I never know what I bought outside the room, but I can’t taste the taste of my mother. At this time and space, they didn’t even know what fermented bean curd is, let alone bought it and ate it.
"What is the girl saying? If this thing is done, I will ask Fusheng to send it to the girl." Aunt Zhou said with a smile.
While talking and laughing, the moldy tofu had been processed by them. When Mu Zi and Fu Sheng invited the doctor back, we just put it in the jar. After the doctor saw Aunt Zhou's illness, Mo Qingwu and Mu Zi said goodbye and returned.
Then I realized that another day had passed without realizing it.
Lying on the bed at night, hearing some noise outside, Mo Qingwu turned her head and saw the gloomy face of Xiaoshui without surprise. She looked at him and didn't say anything because she didn't know what to say. He didn't say anything, but curled up directly
Coming to the bed, unexpectedly, he didn't hug her. Mo Qingwu looked at him and couldn't help but say, "It's been so long, hasn't Lan Yan been here forever? You are so snowy.
There is no need to accompany me every day.”
"I'm not that kind." He answered her coldly, turning his back to her.
Is that right? Then why is he unhappy? But he has never been happy every time he comes, so Mo Qingwu feels annoyed. Since you are unhappy when you see me, why are you here? Mo Qingwu thought about it, could it be
Is it because she was unhappy when she stayed at the General's Mansion last night? Mo Qingwu curled her lips and said, "I don't care whether you are happy or not, I will be happy myself." Thinking of this in my heart, she turned her back to him, and she looked innocent."
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She was extremely tired this day and fell asleep soon after. The next day, the snow had disappeared, but Hongye came to her in a hurry to talk about the second scene of the "super courtesan". She said the old madam
The competition system has been changed, and this round of eight to six is more than the first round of calligraphy and painting. Mo Qingwu was stunned and smiled and said, "Can't red leaves be drawn?"
Hongye smiled and said, "It's OK, but my painting skills are still different from those of Yuzhu."
Mo Qingwu smiled and said, "I don't think this is a problem. Everyone has their own strengths. What's more, this super courtesan is talking about fair competition. If Miss Yuzhu is better than you in calligraphy and painting, she has real materials.
, it is better not to be too serious about my sister's desire to win. Moreover, the painting skills are second to the point of painting. The key is the artistic conception of the painting. If it is a painting composition made by red leaves, it is also a good work."
She thought for a while and nodded, "The shopkeeper's words are reasonable. I'll listen to the shopkeeper's words and take out his energy to prepare."
Mo Qingwu smiled and said, "I will definitely go and cheer up Hongye tomorrow. By the way, the Prime Minister's wife you mentioned last time will come to the Hongye competition with the eldest prince this time?"
(Today's fourth update, I'm a little tired recently, but I can't be lazy! Even if Wenwen's grades are not good, I can stick to it! Because of you, Momo╭(╯3╰)╮! Happy weekend, dear, Wenwen,
The article will be finished by the end of the month. Come on in the last few days!╭(╯3╰)╮)