As soon as the Little New Year is over, the busy New Year officially begins.
On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, clean the house.
This was supposed to be a chore. In addition to the old house and a house near the pig farm, Zhou Yan's family also has a new house, and the pig house also needs to be cleaned.
Fortunately, Mrs. Zhou Yan has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder and cannot see dust, so the old house and the new house only need a little cleaning.
After cleaning the three houses, Zhou Yan thought the work was over, but what he didn't expect was that his father took out a stack of couplet paper from nowhere and put it in front of Zhou Yan with a smile: "Son, thank you for your hard work!
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Before Zhou Yan could react, I found a stack of couplet paper out of nowhere: "This is from your uncle's house..."
Zhou Yan, who had no choice at all, could only find pens, ink, inkstones and paperweights, and began the hard work of Spring Festival couplets.
Fortunately, there are red-sleeved ink masters like Qin Ruoshu, fortunately Zhou Yan has quite a wealth of knowledge about couplets, and fortunately there is ample space to dry the couplets in his yard.
Despite this, the yard of Zhou Yan's house was filled with the fragrance of ink all afternoon.
At night, the fragrance of ink in the yard disappeared and was replaced by the fragrance of beans...
"Twenty-five, grind tofu."
On the early morning of the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhou Yan's father and mother got up very early, and the sky was bright, so they took the soaked soybeans and water to the canteen in the village where they bought a tofu grinding machine.
When I went out, I had a bucket of water and half a bucket of beans, and when I came back, I had a bucket of raw soy milk and half a bucket of bean dregs.
As soon as his father and mother came back, Zhou Yan's thoughts of going back to sleep disappeared immediately, and he quickly woke up the eldest lady who was still lying on the bed.
"Miss, if you don't get up, you're going to wait for your butt to be burned!"
While the eldest lady was lingering, Mrs. Zhou Yan had already poured the raw bean juice into the Qiyin cauldron. Beside the stove, the dad had already lit a fire and was about to fill the stove with firewood.
"Shitou, do you and Xiao Qin eat tofu with steamed buns or pie this morning?"
Originally there were local specialty wheat pancakes at home, but since Qin Ruoshu came, Zhou Yan and his mother were too embarrassed to bring them out.
Zhou Yan looked at the eldest lady who was getting off the kang, and smiled: "Uncle and his family will also come to our house to eat tofu, and then it will be pie!"
"If you buy it, why don't you hurry up and do it!"
Zhou Yan chuckled: "Don't worry, I promise to complete the task before starting the pot!"
Then, Zhou Yan got a slap in the face from his mother: "Don't you still have to ask your uncle and the others to come over for dinner?"
"What did you buy the phone for?"
The pie uses dead dough and does not need to be fermented. It is enough to mix it with the good dough for a while. Before the soy milk in the Qiyin cauldron is boiled, Zhou Yan has already prepared the filling.
So, after Qin Ruoshu washed up and opened the door of the Guowu compartment, the kitchen was already filled with the aroma of beans and burnt pies.
"Xiao Qin is up, come on, let's have a bowl of soy milk first!"
Before Qin Ruoshu could react, Mrs. Zhou Yan had already scooped up a large bowl of soy milk and put it on the dining table in the back room. She then turned around and took another sugar jar and put it on the table: "If you like sweets, add some yourself!"
After getting busy, I no longer cared about Qin Ruoshu. She scooped out the soy milk from the pot with a large ladle, put it into an oversized porcelain basin, poured in the brine, and stirred evenly with a spoon...
After a while, a large basin of white soy milk began to solidify and turned into tofu curd.
"Lao Zhou, call Zhenghe and ask them to come over and eat tofu nao!"
"Shitou, the pie is ready, let's serve it out..."
When Zhou Yan came to the next door with the pie, he found the eldest lady worrying about a large bowl of soy milk.
"Boss, if it's too boring, you can put some sugar in it!"
Qin Ruoshu turned around and looked at Zhou Yan bitterly: "Brother, why do I feel that the soy milk I drank before was adulterated?"
"The soy milk in fast food restaurants and restaurants is made from soy flour!" Zhou Yan stretched out his hand to unscrew the sugar jar, scooped a spoonful of sugar into the eldest lady's bowl, "Stir it yourself..."
After adding sugar, the soy milk became smoother. The eldest lady took a deep breath and wiped out most of it...
At this moment, Mrs. Zhou Yan brought two bowls of tofu nao and placed them in front of Qin Ruoshu.
Ah? Isn’t it?
The eldest lady's face was full of resentment, and she turned back to look at Zhou Yan: "Brother, I feel like this bowl of soy milk is enough to fill my stomach."
"Xiao Qin, it doesn't matter, you can eat as much as you can..."
After a while, Uncle Zhou Yan, who brought his family with him, came. When he saw Tofu Nao'er, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear: "It's just this one. Those made of plaster sold outside can't be counted at all."
Tofu brain!"
Zhou Zhenghe glanced at the table and found that something seemed to be missing. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Yan with a smile: "Niece, please cut a small pickle!"
Got the order!
The pickles that are served with tofu don't need to be very delicate. Just mince coriander, chopped green onion, and chopped pepper topped with oyster sauce and soy sauce.
"High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods..."
When the BGM sounded, Zhou Yan seemed to have forgotten a word called "Delongwangshu"...
"Sister-in-law, are there any pancakes?"
"I don't know how long it has been there!" Mrs. Zhou Yan smiled helplessly, took out the pancakes used to improve the taste in winter from the cabinet, and handed them to Zhou Zhenghe.
"It's okay, no mold has grown yet..."
Facts have proved that human desires are endless.
After a mouthful of tofu puffs, Zhou Zhenghe nodded with satisfaction: "The tofu puffs at home still taste good, but it would be better if I had the sweet potato pancakes from before..."
"Fourth brother, have you had too many good times?" Zhou Yan's father hit his brother on the head with his chopsticks. "Our sweet potatoes are not enough for our pigs. Where can I get sweet potatoes for you?"
Pancakes?”
Uncle Zhou Zhenghe still wanted to speak, but his aunt rebuffed him: "Zhou Zhenghe, why do you have so many problems? You still have the nerve to speak when you are just eating rice..."
Miss Qin, who originally had a headache when looking at the tofu noodle, saw that everyone else was enjoying the food, so she tried to scoop a spoonful of it with a small spoon and put it into her mouth...
The tender and smooth feeling fills the entire mouth in an instant.
tasty!
After that, Qin Ruoshu stopped caring about being polite and stuffed tofu into her mouth.
After breakfast, Mrs. Zhou Yan only kept a small part of the tofu, and put the rest into the bag and pressed it into cubes.
After breakfast, not long after, the number of guests visiting the house gradually increased. Most of them came for the same reason, to place an order for pork.
After what happened with the three deer, the villagers became even more worried about the pork outside, and felt more at ease if it grew under their noses.
The people in the village felt relieved, but Zhou Zhenghai had a big head: killing one or two heads was no problem, but the order of more than ten heads was saved in a day. If the health bureau caught them, it would be a big trouble.
After struggling for a while, Zhou Zhenghai posed the problem to his son.
Zhou Yan had been a chef, but he had a dark eye on things like butchering, so he had to call Lao Qin.
Fortunately, Lao Qin still had some contacts. He knew several slaughterhouse owners and contacted them.
That night, the slaughterhouse truck arrived at the Zhou family's pig farm and took away more than a dozen fat pigs. The next day, it brought back a truck with packed pig shells and pig meat.
The things were still the same, but Zhou Zhenghai still paid thousands of dollars for it. After his flesh ached for a while, Zhou Zhenghai had other thoughts: "Son, would you like to ask someone, is it troublesome to apply for a slaughter certificate?"
"Isn't it cost-effective to apply for a slaughtering license for a dozen pigs?" Zhou Yan was speechless, "Besides, you also need a health license to buy meat..."
