Looking at the people who were about to make a move, Ling Rui was helpless. Isn't he just a soy milk? As for that?
"If you want sweet soy milk, you can add sugar yourself. If you want salty soy milk, you can add some soy sauce." Looking at the long queue, Ling Rui knew there was no way to stop it.
In the end, everyone still drank a bowl of soy milk.
Everyone's face was filled with joy.
"I just drank a bowl of sweet soy milk." Zhong Hanliang said, "But seeing you drinking salty soy milk, I want to try it too, so, chef, can you help me adjust the sauce?"
Ling Rui naturally agreed. As a sweetie, if you want to try something salty, let me show you what is gone and never comes back.
He took the bowl from Zhong Hanliang, then added some light soy sauce, chicken essence, chili oil, two drops of vinegar, a pinch of shrimp skin and seaweed, then scooped a spoonful of soy milk and handed it to Zhong Hanliang. At this time, the white soy milk was already on top
A few drops of red spicy oil floated on it.
Zhong Hanliang took it with a smile, "Thank you."
Ling Rui naturally said no, and looked at the soy milk that was only half-left... He said that if these foodies drank a little more, they might not be able to make a few pieces of tofu in a while.
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The rest of the soy milk was poured into another wooden basin. Ling Rui poured the brine with a spoon, and then slowly added the brine, so that the protein in the soy milk could coagulate.
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"Yes, scoop it in!" Ling Rui and Peng Peng pulled the four corners of the filter towel and directed others to scoop the condensed tofu pudding into the square mold, and then closed the four corners.
Cover it with a wooden board and put a barrel filled with water on top.
"How long will this have to be suppressed?" Peng Peng asked.
"I don't know, maybe half an hour." Ling Rui replied casually.
Everyone else was stunned:...
"No, isn't there something you don't know about, Brother Rui?" Peng Peng was stunned for a moment, then spoke, smiling.
Ling Rui also smiled helplessly, "I can't know everything!"
"But fortunately, it should be almost done. Once the tofu is pressed and molded, it will be ready." Huang Lei said with a smile, "Oh, making tofu is indeed not easy."
"Looking at what you said, Teacher Huang, is there any job that is easy?" Wu Lei said from the side, "But I can feel more at ease when I do it myself."
"That's true." He Jiong nodded, "I made it myself, at least there are no additives, so I feel safe eating it."
Ling Rui was more helpless. After a whole morning of busy work, in the end, only this template of tofu was left. However, it was true that he didn't soak many beans. This template of tofu can at least cut 20 kilograms of tofu and eat it.
, it must be enough to eat.
However, it’s not certain how much will be left by dinner time.
"Then let me bring the fish in?" Huang Lei said, "First fry the fish, and then get some spicy pot bottom. The tofu will absorb the spicy food and enjoy it."
"Okay." Ling Rui nodded. Everyone who had drank the soy milk said they were hungry, but they couldn't be considered hungry. But they were far from full. After a while, the tofu would be ready. Ling Rui estimated that there would be enough left for the rest of the night.
It's good for cooking.
The process of making tofu is relatively boring, but the final product is exciting.
More than half an hour later, Ling Rui moved the bucket pressed against the mold, uncovered the wooden board, and opened the four corners of the folded filter cloth square. Then, the square tofu appeared in front of everyone.
.
"Is it really done?"
"Wow! We are so awesome!" Peng Peng said excitedly.
"Brother Rui is so powerful, it has nothing to do with you." Wu Lei said with a smile.
Peng Peng didn't care about these details, and his excitement was palpable, "It's the same! It turns out that this is how tofu is made!"
"Peng Peng is right, it's the same." Ling Rui nodded with a smile, took his own kitchen knife, and felt the temperature of the tofu for a while, "The tofu is still very hot at the moment, even if I cut it, it won't be good.
take it out."
"This is because I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, hahaha!"
Ling Rui shook his head helplessly, but the knife in his hand had already made several cuts. Of course, even if he clicked on it, it would not cut the filter cloth square. Then, he removed the mold on the four sides, and the square was cut.
The square tofu is also exposed.
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"This is the first time I see celebrities making tofu! So, these are all tofu beauties!" Netizens joked in the live broadcast room.
"This is the first time I know how tofu comes from."
"But the appearance of this tofu seems different from what we usually eat."
"This should be a type of Lao Tofu, not lactone tofu."
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"Teacher He, get a plate." Ling Rui said.
"Come on!"
Then, Ling Rui flipped a piece of tofu on the plate, made a few cuts with a knife, poured some light soy sauce and sesame oil on it, "Take your own chopsticks and eat."
Then, there are the program team and the live broadcast team.
"Oh, this tofu! It's delicious!" The first voice that came out was Peng Peng's voice, "It has a sweet taste, it's hot, and it's very tender. It feels exactly like the tofu you usually cook.
Different styles!”
"It's good! Very good!" He Jiong nodded, "Of course, I think another big reason is that we didn't have lunch."
"Ha ha!"
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After finishing the tofu, they packed up the utensils and prepared a large piece of tofu for Huang Lei and He Jiong to hold together. While returning the tools, they also gave Sister Zhao a piece of tofu as a thank you.
Ling Rui had almost finished cleaning up the kitchen. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head helplessly. This is what it is like to record an unscripted show. When the mood is up, whatever you do is very casual and does not follow the routine at all.
It's already two o'clock in the afternoon. After taking a short rest, you can start preparing dinner. I originally planned to make tofu fish at noon, but in the end I didn't make it. The fish was already cleaned up, but after eating the tofu
, everyone didn’t feel very hungry, so they planned to wait until evening.
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Because the guests really had to take a lunch break, the live broadcast was also suspended for two hours. It was tense for several hours in the morning. This state lasted for so many days, and no one could hold back.
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At 4 o'clock, Ling Rui went downstairs. Unexpectedly, on the last day of recording at Mushroom House this month, he actually made tofu, so that netizens asked what today's souvenir was.
Of course, Ling Rui also knows the feedback given by the staff before.
The live camera was turned on, and Ling Rui also greeted everyone.
I walked outside the yard, dug out a pot of pickled cabbage from the jar, washed it, and brought it back to the kitchen.
At this time, He Jiong and Huang Lei also walked down.
"Are you busy now?" Huang Lei said with a smile.
"There is no way. The cook has a lot to do." Ling Rui said with a smile, "The main thing is that there are a lot of foodies."
"Hahaha!" Huang Lei smiled and shook his head helplessly, "It's useless for you to complain. It's all spoiled by you."