Walking to the pot and looking at the nearly large pot of soy milk, Zhao Wenzhuo was also frightened, "Hey, why did you make so much soy milk?"
"I haven't eaten tofu for a while, and I suddenly want to eat it. The soybeans I soaked were originally intended to be used to make miso, but I happened to find a small stone mill from the scrap collection station today, so this is
Are you ready to make flat tofu?" Zhang Yu replied calmly as usual.
It's just that when I said it, I reversed the order of doing things. I reversed the order of soaking the soybeans and finding the small stone mill.
I have to talk about the art of language. If I just reverse what I want to say, the emphasis will change.
While the two were talking, a thick layer of oily skin formed on the soy milk. Zhang Yu used a tachyon to pick out the oily skin.
Zhao Wenzhuo looked at the oily skin that had been picked out and praised: "This is good, this is delicious. Xiaoyu, see if you can pick out two more layers. Then I will make something delicious for you."
"Okay, it must be okay!" After listening to his uncle's words, Zhang Yu picked out two or three oil skins one after another.
He stopped when Zhao Wenzhuo said that if he picked tofu again, it would not taste good.
Zhang Yu saw that the soy milk was almost cooked and completely cooked, so he first filled a bowl for Zhao Wenzhuo, then found a small basin and filled it with a full basin of soy milk.
This soy milk is prepared for other people in the family to drink when they come back.
Zhao Wenzhuo took the soy milk handed over by Zhang Yu and took a sip from the bowl regardless of whether it was hot. While savoring the taste of the soy milk, he couldn't help but give Zhang Yu a thumbs up and praised: "Xiao Yu is amazing, this soy milk
It tastes better than the ones I buy outside.”
"No, how much water is added to the soy milk outside, just how much water is added to my soy milk. My soy milk is much thicker than what is sold outside." Zhang Yu said proudly, then looked at Zhao Wenzhuo's almost empty bowl,
Quickly fill it up for him again.
He also took out a bowl and drank contentedly around the pot.
It’s not the first lunar month in Beijing and it’s still a bit cold. It’s a pleasure to gather around the pot and drink hot soy milk.
Zhao Wenzhuo watched the pot and drank three bowls of soy milk in a row. Then he put down the bowl with satisfaction and rejected Zhang Yu's idea of scooping another bowl for him.
He touched his stomach with satisfaction: "I haven't drank so much soy milk in a long time."
There is another thing that has not been said, that is, it has been a long time since I drank so much.
In order for his wife and children to eat more, he basically eats until he is 50% full every day and dares not eat anymore.
After drinking the soy milk, Zhao Wenzhuo looked at Zhang Yu again, "Xiaoyu, I'll light the fire."
"Okay, little uncle, please help me light the fire first, and I'll prepare some things for the tofu."
Between white vinegar, brine, and gypsum, Zhang Yu chose white vinegar. After all, making tofu was a sudden decision for him. He didn't prepare gypsum in advance. He was going to order it right away, and he didn't have time to buy gypsum again.
As for the brine, it was somewhat poisonous. This was also his first time making tofu. He couldn't control the amount of brine well. If he added too much brine, it would be poisonous and it would go bad. He didn't want to send the whole family to the hospital like Old Uncle Wu.
In the hospital, it's not worth it.
So although he thinks the tofu ordered with brine will taste better, he still thinks he should use white vinegar when ordering the tofu this time.
As for the brine, I'll wait until next time. I'll wait until next time to check the information and ask a professional for advice. After gaining experience, I can order tofu with brine.
Now for the sake of his family's life and safety, he, a novice, should use white vinegar first.
After the temperature of the soy milk in the pot dropped slightly, Zhang Yu started to prepare some tofu.
Adjust the white vinegar water according to the ratio of 1:1, then use a spoon to hold the white vinegar water in the pot and gently push it so that every part of the soy milk is covered with white vinegar water.
Then he saw that the soy milk was condensing rapidly. After letting it sit for a while, Zhang Yu used a colander to block the condensation of soy milk, scooped out the excess water and put it in a separate basin.
Looking at the condensed tofu curd, Zhao Wenzhuo praised: "It's not bad. I didn't expect Xiaoyu to have such skill in tofu."
Zhang Yu, who was feeling proud after listening to his uncle's praise, was suddenly dumbfounded. He only remembered making tofu but forgot that making tofu requires a mold.
This is how to do?
We have made it this far, and we can’t wait any longer.
But for a while, he was looking for a mold for making tofu. Zhang Yu checked the secret space and found that there was no mold for making tofu at all.
With the idea of giving it a try, I looked through the system space.
After all, although he didn't miss signing in during this period, the things he signed in were really not of much use, and they were all piled up in the system space.
But the last hope was dashed, and there was nothing suitable for making molds in the system space.
"Uncle, I forgot to prepare the mold." Zhang Yu said angrily.
After listening to Zhang Yu's words, Zhao Wenzhuo laughed out loud, "This is not simple. Don't you have a basket at home? Wash it out, put a layer of cloth on it that your aunt used to steam buns, and use that as a mold.
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"Really, it's so simple. Why didn't I think of it? Uncle, I'll get the basket." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yu had already arrived in the house.
Looking at the radish basket used to hold steamed buns in the room, Zhang Yu picked a medium one, made some comparisons, and thought it would be just right to use it to make tofu.
After cleaning the basket, lay a layer of cloth on it, place it on the barrel, and then scoop the condensed tofu pudding on top with a spoon.
During the scooping process, Zhang Yu also asked Zhao Wenzhuo if he would like to leave some for him to make tofu curd.
Zhao Wenzhuo burped loudly, smelling of soy milk, and rejected the suggestion.
Zhang Yu didn't really want to eat tofu porridge at this time, so he scooped out all of it.
Then I found a wooden board and placed it on it, and then pressed the grinding disc used to grind tofu on it.
Then you just have to wait.
After waiting for about half an hour, it felt almost done. There was basically no water coming out. He was afraid that the taste would not be good if he pressed it, so Zhang Yu quickly took off the small stone grinder that was pressing it.
When you uncover the cloth, you will see baskets of white and tender tofu.
Taking out the tofu and placing it on a clean eucalyptus board, Zhang Yu nodded with satisfaction. It seems that he is still talented in this area. He did it so well the first time he made it. He is really a genius!
At this time, Zhang Yu completely ignored the feeling of losing control of his hands when he first ordered tofu. He just felt shamelessly that he could make such complete tofu for the first time. It was amazing!
Because the mold is made of a basket, the tofu made has the same shape as the basket.
