Two hundred and twenty-five A little day of enjoyment
Although the tofu made this time is not as square and flat as those made by people who specialize in making tofu, it is already very good in Zhang Yu's opinion.
Although the shape may be a little worse, Zhang Yu is sure that the taste is not bad.
While it was still hot, Zhang Yu used a knife to cut the tofu into cubes of about the same size. When he cut into the middle, he was blanched by it.
Then I looked at the steaming tofu and smelled the aroma of beans in the room. I couldn't help but cut off a piece and taste it.
Putting the steaming tofu in his mouth, Zhang Yu suddenly remembered an article he had read accidentally.
Boiled tofu in white water as described in Zhu Ziqing's "Winter".
He still remembers it very clearly. He remembers one sentence that read, "The water is rolling, like many fish eyes, with a small piece of tofu inside, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat worn inside out."
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We reached into the kuaizi from the hot air, picked up the tofu, and put them one by one on our soy sauce dishes. We sometimes did it ourselves, but the stove was too high, so we still just sit back and enjoy the results. This is not eating, just
play.
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Thinking of this, Zhang Yu suddenly became curious about what the boiled tofu tasted like as described by Zhu Ziqing?
He also tasted the taste and found out if it was as pleasant as Zhu Ziqing described.
"Uncle, let's eat boiled tofu when my sister comes back."
"Okay, I'll light up the stove." Faced with Zhang Yu's request, Zhao Wenzhuo generally would not refuse it as long as it was not too difficult or impossible.
When Zhang Guifang, Zhao Feng and others came back from get off work, they were pulled to the stove by Zhang Yu, "I'm waiting for you, hurry up! The water has been boiling for a while."
Zhang Guifang and the others followed Zhang Yu's strength and came to the stove. Looking at the boiling water in the pot and the tofu that was ready to be put into the pot, Zhang Guifang smiled: "This is already ready, so I can enjoy it today."
Once upon a time, I’m waiting to eat.”
Then when Zhang Yu was eating tofu, he squinted his eyes slightly and enjoyed smelling the aroma of tofu in the air around him.
“It smells so good!”
"Yes, it smells really good!" Zhao Feng also imitated Zhang Guifang's movements and was completely intoxicated by the soy milk.
"Where did Xiaoyu buy tofu? I have wanted to eat tofu for a long time, but I have never been able to buy it."
"Sister-in-law, you will never guess who made this tofu?"
After hearing this, Zhang Guifang also became curious, and her whole body relaxed and her back straightened.
"What is this tofu?"
"I made it. I found a nice little stone mill from the scrap station today and tried to make tofu. Is it good?" Zhang Yu said, opening the cloth covering the tofu and letting them
Enjoy your homemade tofu.
"That's good. I didn't expect you, Xiaoyu, to have such skills!" Zhao Feng sighed before Zhang Guifang could say anything.
"Of course, you don't care who I am?"
"Yes, yes, I complimented you and you flew into the sky." Zhao Feng couldn't stand Zhang Yu's pride and was shocked.
"I'm proud of myself. If I'm so good at making tofu, you can do it too." In front of his family, Zhang Yu felt like he just gave up everything, and he became smaller.
"Don't dare, don't dare, the tofu is ready, eat tofu, eat tofu." Zhao Feng quickly changed the subject.
Zhang Guifang looked at the tofu and said, "There are quite a lot of them."
"That's right, I weighed it specially, and it weighs fifteen or six pounds."
At this time, the whole family ignored the fact that soybeans of this age are very difficult to buy and are even used as nutritional supplements.
Anyway, as long as Zhang Yu takes it out, they can eat it honestly.
There is no need to get to the bottom of things. When it is time to do something wrong, you have to do it. Sometimes, it is better to do it a little bit.
The whole family focused all their attention on the pot of plain water tofu.
They were eagerly looking at the tofu in the pot, and even hoped that the firepower of the stove would be stronger so that they could eat tofu sooner.
When it was almost cooked, no one shouted to start, everyone's hands reached for the tofu in the pot in unison.
He picked out a piece of tofu and stuffed the tofu into his mouth regardless of how hot it was.
Taking a sip of the tofu, Zhao Wenzhuo couldn't help but sigh that he felt so comfortable today. It would be great if he could have wine with it at this time.
After hearing his words, Zhao Feng was also a little moved, but he didn't have any wine in his hand, so he could only look at Zhang Guifang eagerly.
With the whole family looking at her eagerly, Zhang Guifang twitched her lips and said, "Where is there any wine at home?"
"Where's the bottle of wine I brought back last time?" Zhao Wenzhuo asked cautiously.
"What did you drink when you invited someone to dinner last time? You drank it yourself and you came to me to ask for it. Isn't it okay to eat tofu? You just ask for more all day long." After hearing Zhao Wenzhuo's words, Zhang Guifang became angry and drank it herself.
I still didn't remember it, so I turned around and asked her for it again, thinking that she was a fairy and could still conjure it up if I didn't have it.
"Drink, forget it, eat tofu, eat tofu." Zhao Wenzhuo also remembered at this time, quickly put a piece of tofu for her in the bowl, and changed the subject with a smile.
Seeing his uncle's appearance, Zhang Yu quickly found an excuse and went back to his room.
When he came out, he brought a small jar of wine and said, "Uncle, what do you think this is?"
"Wine?" Looking at the small wine jar in Zhang Yu's hand, Zhao Wenzhuo's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Well, I accidentally saw someone exchanging wine for something some time ago. I thought my uncle likes to drink it, so I exchanged it. Uncle, how would you like to try this wine?"
Zhao Wenzhuo happily took the wine from Zhang Yu's hand, opened it without stopping for a moment, then took a deep breath into the jar and praised: "Good wine, good wine!"
Zhao Wenzhuo happily found two small wine glasses, first poured a glass for Zhang Guifang, and said diligently: "Try it, it must taste good."
"Then I'll have a try too." On rare happy days, Zhang Guifang didn't discipline her too much and didn't let her drink.
Zhang Guifang picked up the wine glass, took a small sip, and her eyes lit up.
"How is it?" Zhao Wenzhuo looked at her expectantly.
"tasty."
After listening to Zhang Guifang's words, Zhao Feng and others also became interested in the wine in Zhao Wenzhuo's hand. They looked at Zhao Wenzhuo eagerly and said pitifully: "Dad, pour us a glass and let us try it too."
"Yes, Dad, we also want to have a taste of this wine."
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"Okay, just one cup." Zhao Wenzhuo looked at the wine glasses held by several children, feeling distressed as he poured the wine. There wasn't much in this small jar of wine, but now he had to give out so much.
After pouring six to seven minutes full, it stopped and kept saying, "I'm doing this for your own good. Wine is not a good thing. Just drink less and have a taste."