The filtered soy milk was all put into the pottery vat. Under the pottery vat, the flame was burning.
As time passed, the soy milk in the pottery jar began to heat up and gradually boiled.
Han Cheng stared closely at the pottery vat, feeling a little uneasy, fearing that the boiling soy milk in the pottery vat would bubble out of the vat when it first started to boil.
If this happens, it means that the water used this time is not suitable for making tofu.
Once this happens, no matter how successful the tofu ordering is, it will be impossible to make good tofu.
Fortunately, what Han Cheng was worried about did not happen. The soy milk in the tank boiled for a while before it began to flow out of the tank.
Han Cheng used a small pottery basin to raise the soup to stop it from boiling, and at the same time asked people to remove all the fire under the vat, leaving no charcoal behind.
If you have made enough tofu, you can scoop the cooked soy milk in the tank into another container, and then cook the raw soy milk.
There are not many beans in the tribe now, so all the soy milk is boiled at once, so Shang Hancheng did not ladle it into other containers.
Cooked soy milk has a completely different taste than raw soy milk.
The unpleasant smell has all disappeared and turned into a unique fragrance.
Han Cheng scooped up a little and brought it to his mouth to taste, and the familiar taste filled his entire mouth.
If two deep-fried dough sticks and a tea egg were served at this time, Han Cheng's happy soul would definitely take off.
After Han Cheng was intoxicated, he looked at the people around him who were all swallowing saliva. He couldn't help sniffing, and then scooped out two large bowls for everyone to taste.
There is no way, there are too few beans and too little soy milk, so it can only be shabby.
Otherwise, if so many people came to serve a small bowl each, there would be no need to make the tofu today.
Wu took the hot soy milk, blew in the hot air, and carefully took a sip, and a fragrant taste spread in his mouth.
It is not as rich as deer milk, but it has a strange charm that makes people unable to help but take a second sip after the first sip.
While Shitou waited eagerly, Wu took three sips and then reluctantly handed the bowl to Shitou, who couldn't wait any longer.
He smacked his lips and felt that what Shenzi said was right. This bean was indeed a good thing.
This is not even tofu, but it has such a taste. I'm afraid it will taste even better.
While everyone was taking turns tasting soy milk in bowls, Han Cheng took some salt brine from the jar where the salt brine was stored and melted it in a large bowl with water.
Then pour it into a large long-handled spoon.
Because the salt brine produced by Han Cheng was not very clean, after it was dissolved with water, some things would precipitate at the bottom of the bowl. Han Cheng did not pour these things into a large spoon, otherwise it would affect the taste over time.
After waiting like this for a while, allowing the soy milk to cool down a little, Han Chenggong poured the brine in the spoon into the vat of hot soy milk.
About half of it was sprinkled, and the rest went into the bottom of the vat along with the spoon.
Then the critical moment for making tofu comes when you order the tofu.
Han Cheng pulled up the spoon that was deep into the bottom of the vat, and the soy milk in the vat began to stir.
After pulling it three times in quick succession, I stopped and took a look. There were already many particles the size of millet grains in the soy milk in the tank.
After seeing the situation clearly, Han Cheng stirred two more spoons. After a closer look, he saw that the tofu kernels inside were almost the size of corn kernels. He immediately stopped and did not dare to stir any more.
Ordering tofu is the most important moment in the entire process of making tofu.
Success or failure all depends on these few stirrings.
If the stirring is not sufficient, the reaction between the soy milk and the brine will not be strong. When pressing the tofu, a lot of the soy milk will flow out in vain. It is common for the same amount of beans to be reduced by half of the tofu.
If you stir it too much, the tofu will become stale, and the texture and taste will be much worse.
As he stopped, the tofu cubes in the jar slowly gathered together and turned into large chunks.
The worried Han Cheng smiled. The tofu he ordered this time was not bad. It was expected that the tofu would taste good.
But before pressing tofu, there is another delicious thing to taste.
He found a few clean bowls and carefully scooped the tofu out of the jar with a spoon.
The tofu brains are white and tender, and when put into a bowl, even if you don't eat it, just looking at it makes you excited.
Especially after Han Cheng put a spoonful of honey into a bowl, the tofu puffs became even more attractive.
Before the tofu pudding was in his mouth, there was another sound of swallowing.
In fact, tofu curd and white sugar are the best combination, but unfortunately the Qingque tribe does not have this kind of thing now, so they can only use honey instead.
After several bowls of tofu curd and honey, Han Cheng picked up a small spoon, carefully and slowly stirred his own bowl, then scooped up a spoonful, put it to his mouth and blew on it gently for a while.
In the entrance.
The fresh and tender tofu curd melts in your mouth, mixed with the sweet honey, which makes people want to stop eating.
Han Cheng drank several spoonfuls in succession before passing the bowl to Bai Xuemei, who was watching eagerly.
Wu stared at the tofu in the bowl in a daze.
Just now, there was clearly soy milk in the tank, but now it has turned into this white lump after being manipulated by the Son of God. This is amazing!
If it weren't for the fact that he had witnessed so many magical things with the Son of God in recent years, and was fully involved in the making of tofu this time, Wu would have started to offer his most sincere prayers to the gods at this time.
He was stunned for a while, then picked up a small pottery spoon, followed Han Cheng's example, carefully stirred it, then scooped up a spoonful, blew it to cool down and put it into his mouth.
Then his eyes widened.
It was not that he was stimulated by the delicious taste, but that after this thing entered his mouth, it turned into water before he could chew it.
What's going on?
He scooped up another spoonful of tofu and looked at it carefully. It was obviously one piece, but why did it turn into water when it reached his mouth?
The well-informed witch said he could not understand such changes.
Not only him, but Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Junior Brother Sha, Shang, Mao and others who had eaten tofu for the first time also had surprised expressions on their faces.
This kind of thing is really amazing!
A piece of water that can turn from water to white at an extremely fast speed in front of everyone. After eating it, it turns into water again without chewing.
This...this is really an amazing food!
After hearing what everyone said, a smile appeared on Han Cheng's face again.
Living with primitive people is the most comforting thing. They can give you a great sense of accomplishment by doing something very common.
