A lucky wife born again from a farm family

Luo Huiniang didn't understand, but she didn't ask any more questions. She just lit the fire and looked at the iron pot.

Gu Jinli took two tablespoons of vinegar, put it in a bowl, added an appropriate amount of water, and mixed the vinegar for later use.

Two quarters of an hour later, the soy milk in the pot boiled, and many small bubbles emerged. Gu Jinli used a wooden spoon to stir the soy milk anti-paste pot and skim off the foam bit by bit. After skimming off the foam, he said to Luo Huiniang: : "Hui Niang, take out the fire."

Luo Huiniang had been waiting for a long time. When she heard this, she quickly removed the burning firewood from the stove and buried it in the dust at the bottom of the earthen stove.

She looked at the soy milk in the iron pot and asked Gu Jinli: "Xiaoyu, is this tofu? Why is it still milky water?"

Gu Jinli said: "Wait a little longer, wait until the temperature of the soy milk drops by about 20%, then stew it and it will turn into curds." She took a large pottery bowl, scooped out a bowl of cooked soy milk, left it for the family to drink, and then started to wait. The temperature of soy milk drops.

After waiting for half a quarter of an hour, after peeling off three bean skins and letting them dry, pour the mixed vinegar and water into the pot little by little, stirring slowly while pouring.

After a while, solidified bean curds appeared in the pot. After the bean curds and water were completely separated, she stopped stirring.

"Little fish, little fish, is this it?" Luo Huiniang frowned and pointed at the beancurd in the pot and said, "Is this tofu? It looks quite white, but it is so broken. How do you eat it?" It's better to eat stewed beans. .

Gu Jinli said: "Don't worry, wait another quarter of an hour, these bean curds will become bigger, then take out the bean curds and put them in a wooden box and compact them, and you can make tofu."

A quarter of an hour later, the tofu puddings were indeed getting bigger and bigger. Luo Huiniang was surprised. She pointed at the tofu puddings in the pot and said, "Oh, they can actually change." It's amazing. How did the little fish do it?

Gu Jinli looked at the solidified tofu curd in the pot and was also very satisfied.

She had seen her grandma make tofu in her previous life, but the tofu she made was made with brine. She didn't have brine, so she could only use vinegar water. Unexpectedly, the tofu was quite good.

"Xiaoyu, the wooden box is ready for you." Gu Dashan is a veteran of carpentry. After they finished boiling the soy milk, he also made the wooden box.

"I've made three, is that enough? If it's not enough, daddy can make it for you again."

After cleaning up the mud from the old well the day before yesterday, several men went to cut down trees nearby to make tables, chairs and cabinets. His family cut down three trees and placed them in the yard. If they want wooden boxes, they can make them at any time.

Gu Jinli looked at the three square wooden boxes, the size of a basket and one finger deep, and said happily: "Dad, your craftsmanship is really good, the boxes are really well made."

No nails are needed, they are directly connected with mortises and tenons, and there are no gaps in the joints. If this craftsmanship was applied to modern times, it would be a proper woodworking master.

Gu Jinli took the wooden box and washed it twice. Then he cut the burlap used to filter the soy milk into three pieces and spread it on the wooden box. He scooped the bean curd into the wooden box, covered it with burlap, and then pressed it with wooden boards and a large wooden box. Stones, placed on mud bricks to control water.

A total of three wooden boxes were packed and placed in the yard.

Mrs. Cui and the Third Grandma were very curious. Everyone gathered around the wooden boxes, looked at the three wooden boxes and asked, "Is this tofu?"

Gu Jinli said: "After the water in the bean curd is dried, it can be turned into tofu."

She suggested: "Let's eat tofu tonight. Let's make pan-fried five-spice tofu and add a little spicy to it. It's ready for dinner."

Mrs. Cui didn't know how to make the five-spice tofu she was talking about, so she didn't ask in detail and just let her toss it.

Gu Jinli took the opportunity to ask Ms. Cui for white flour: "Mom, give me a few handfuls of white flour. Just as many as you want. I'll make bean dregs cakes for you."

Those five kilograms of soybeans yielded four kilograms of bean dregs. The okara cakes made into them were enough for their family to eat for a day, so they could not be wasted.

Ms. Cui felt a little distressed, but she still brought her half a bowl of white noodles and a small dish of meat oil. This meat oil was just refined this morning and is fragrant.

Gu Jinli felt very lucky. Although Gu Dashan and Cui are a mess, they both dote on their children. As long as it is a harmless little thing, they will allow her to do it and will not stop her.

"Thank you, mother. You can wait and eat the delicious bean dregs cake." She took the white noodles and meat oil and took Luo Huiniang to the kitchen. Behind him were the third grandma and Brother Cheng, the little tail.

Third Grandma made bean cakes before, but failed, so she wanted to see how Gu Jinli made them? Can it be done?

When Gu Jinli arrived in the kitchen, he poured the white flour into the bean dregs several times and stirred evenly. Then he added the ground cumin, bay leaf powder, salt, chopped green onion, and half a spoonful of meat oil into the bean dregs, and stirred evenly. Let Luo Huiniang light the fire.

After the pot is hot, brush a thin layer of oil on the pot, put palm-sized bean dregs cakes into the pot, and fry slowly over low heat: "Hui Niang, the fire should be low, not too high. If it’s too big, it will be mushy.”

"Oh." Luo Huiniang is not very good at cooking, but she is good at making a fire. She always controlled the fire and didn't let it get too big.

After frying for a quarter of an hour (fifteen minutes), the bean dregs cake was fried until it was golden brown on both sides and fragrant.

The third grandma looked at the bean dregs cake in the pot and was so happy that she couldn't help but say, "These soybeans can really be made into cakes. From now on, we no longer need to eat stewed soybeans, but can eat bean cakes instead." It's waste flour.

Brother Cheng put his feet up, stretched his neck and looked at the bean dregs cake in the pot, and asked: "Second sister, is it cooked? Is it cooked?" He wanted to eat it.

Gu Jinli smiled: "Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon."

She boiled a little water in the pot, covered it with a wooden lid, and evaporated the water in the pot. Then she took the bean dregs cake out of the pot and put it on a plate. She picked up a bean dregs cake, blew it to cool it down, and handed it to Brother Cheng. Son: "Eat it, be careful it's hot."

"Yeah!" Brother Cheng nodded heavily, took the bean dregs cake, took a bite, and his mouth was immediately filled with a rich aroma. He narrowed his eyes with a smile and said to Gu Jinli: "It's delicious, the second sister made it delicious. "

The third grandmother and Luo Huiniang also picked up a bean dregs cake and took a bite: "Well, it's really delicious. I didn't expect that the cake made with bean dregs and flour is so delicious."

Seeing that they were eating happily, Gu Jinli was also very happy and continued to fry a new pot of bean dregs cakes.

After Third Grandma knew how to make bean cakes, she took the fried bean dregs cakes and took Brother Cheng out of the kitchen, taking the bean dregs cakes to Third Grandpa, Gu Dashan, Cui, Gu Jinan, and Gu Jinxiu to eat.

After several people ate the bean cake, they were all pleasantly surprised. They didn't expect that soybean residue could make such a delicious cake.

"It's fragrant, not astringent, and is several times better than eating stewed soybeans. From now on, we will eat this bean dregs cake as a staple food." Third Grandpa said.

The third grandma nodded in agreement: "These five kilograms of beans produce about four kilograms of bean dregs, and there are three boxes of tofu. It is more cost-effective than eating stewed soybeans."

"Hey, San Auntie, what are you eating? This fragrance has drifted to my house." Mrs. Chen took Gu Dewang and Gu Defa to the yard of Gu Dashan's house and saw the golden bean dregs in the pottery bowl. After eating the cake, his eyes glowed green, he swallowed his saliva, pushed Gu Dewang and Gu Defa in front of the third grandma, and scolded: "Brother Wang, Brother Fa, you two bastards who don't understand etiquette, you are still doing it in a daze. What, please call me Third Grandma, Third Grandpa, Uncle Dashan, Uncle Dashan."