After dressing as a superb old woman, I am bound to the power system

She can buy it, but she can only eat it by herself. Qiao Lan touched her conscience, this thing was still beating in her chest, she couldn't eat it by herself.

We are all a family, and as long as the recipes for the whole family are enriched, she will have something to eat.

There is an old stone mill in the old house of the Duan family. It has been left there for many years and has accumulated a lot of dust. Qiao Lan asked the strong son of the family to take the stone mill out, clean it, and then put it in the room where food is usually stored.

There are no grain processing plants these days. If you want to make wheat fine, you can only grind it with your own stone mill. Grinding it five or six times will not necessarily make it fine. Rice must be shelled before it can become rice that can be eaten. It is commonly known as rice pounding.

The Duan family has all the tools in their old house.

Spending a lot of manpower and material resources to grind grain is an extremely luxurious thing. It is not easy for ordinary people to farm, so naturally they will not spend too much thought on it. Ready-made grains will be sold in grain stores.

Refined grains are not only expensive, they have doubled after grain prices plummeted.

The Duan family doesn't have much food in stock, so they buy it from people in the village and then take it back for disposal.

Now that the old lady has packed up the stone mill, they are not surprised.

After the stone mill was cleaned up, Qiao Lan asked her daughter-in-law to take out the beans that had been soaked overnight and use the stone mill to grind them into soy milk.

Then put the soy milk into the pot and cook.

I didn't prepare much beans, I only ground a bucket and a half of soy milk.

After putting it in the pot and boiling it, Qiao Lan took out an ordinary clay pot and poured the water in the pot into the soy milk. After a while, the soy milk began to solidify.

The daughters-in-law of the Duan family were a little curious.

Wang looked at it for a while and finally understood, "Mom, are you making bean curd?"

Qiao Lan: "It's beancurd. When you press it down, it will turn into tofu."

These days, many secret recipes are passed down from generation to generation, and ordinary people don't even know the words. Although tofu is a common food, many people don't know that it is made from beans, let alone the secret of this recipe.

The old lady suddenly revealed her skills, which surprised several of the Duan family's daughters-in-law. The old lady actually knew how to make tofu!

She was surprised and a little indifferent at the same time. The old lady came from a Marquis family, so what does it mean to know a recipe for ordering tofu?

A little joy appeared on Mrs. Liu's face: "I've eaten tofu."

Although there is a tofu seller in the county, it only takes half a day to get there. Going to the city to buy tofu is too luxurious. Duan Mingqing goes to the county every day, but tofu is a light and soft object after all, and it is too easy to break on the road.

It's not very convenient to bring it back.

Tofu is delicious but you will get tired of it if you eat it every day. Eat it once in a while and it will change your appetite.

When the bean curd in the pot was almost solidified, Qiao Lan asked her daughters-in-law to lower the fire, and then took out the sugar from the cupboard.

Qiao Lan: "It's rare to make bean curd. Let's take a bowl to each of them, put some sugar on it, and drink it as sugar water."

The two daughters-in-law nodded and obeyed, bringing out bowls of bean curd and sharing them with the children at home.

The children had not eaten beancurd for a long time, but it was still sweet and very happy. One by one, they licked the bottom of the bowl clean.

The two of them gave gifts to everyone at home, old and young. When they returned to the kitchen, they found that Qiao Lan had also prepared bean curds and candies for them, and they all felt grateful.

When Mrs. Wang put down the children's bowls and chopsticks, she suddenly remembered something serious, "Mom, you haven't drank yet!"

When Mrs. Liu heard this, the smile on her face paused, and she walked to Qiao Lan holding a bowl of bean curd.

Qiao Lan sat on the stove and quickly shook her head, "I don't like drinking."

The two daughters-in-law looked surprised. They don’t like drinking?

There are many ways to make bean curd in Beijing. Some add salty soup and broth to it, and some add sugar and tea. Generally speaking, there are two flavors. Wang thought for a while and said, "Mom, do you like it?"

Drink salty tofu pudding?”

Qiao Lan shook her head, "If I don't like drinking, I'll eat tofu."

Qiao Lan, this is not a lie.

Having said that, how can a daughter-in-law force her mother-in-law?

But Wang looked at the old lady a few times while drinking, and she felt relieved when she saw that the old lady's expression didn't change. She thought that the old lady was reluctant to drink and kept it for the juniors like them.

If that were the case, she would never drink it.

After several people finished drinking the bean curd, they lit the remaining soy milk into bean curd, put it on gauze and pressed it with heavy objects, and then went to work on other things.

Except for the sweet tofu pudding in the afternoon, the other meals were similar to those in the past. However, in the evening, the old lady suddenly announced something, saying that Duan Siyu would be one year old tomorrow and would hold a small banquet at her home and cook some dishes.

As soon as he finished speaking, the children sitting at the table were all very happy. There will be delicious food tomorrow!

Duan Mingjing also looked very excited. He was indeed his mother's favorite son. Otherwise, why would her mother still be thinking about Siyu's birthday? Why didn't the other children in the family have birthday parties?

Duan Mingjing was used to being careless. Although he knew his daughter's age, he couldn't remember the specific day of his daughter's birthday. Thinking of this, Duan Mingjing thought about himself, when was his birthday?

Seeing that everyone in the family was overjoyed, Qiao Lan's face did not turn red and her heart did not beat. One of the reasons was to celebrate Duan Siyu's birthday, and the other was that she wanted to eat meat.

God knows how long it had been since she had enjoyed eating meat.

Qiao Lan had never told anyone about Duan Siyu's first birthday. She only gave Duan Mingqing a few instructions and asked him to bring back some pork and beef bones from the city to make soup, buy ten pounds of meat and

Some dried mushrooms, and some snacks and odds and ends.

In addition to these, Qiao Lan also asked her daughter-in-law to go to the neighbor's house and buy some chickens.

Regardless of rooster or hen, any chicken that can cook is a good chicken!

The woman next door was very quick with her hands. In a short time, she tied up three of her chickens with hay and sent them to Duan's house.

In the Duan family's yard, Ms. Liu was cutting the pressed tofu into pieces and taking it out.

The woman's eyes lit up when she saw it, and she smiled and said, "Sister-in-law Wang, your brother and sister can also make tofu, they are really skillful!"

Mrs. Liu put down the cut tofu and responded generously: "Thank you, sister-in-law. This tofu was made by my mother, I just wanted to help."

The woman immediately praised: "The old lady is so amazing!"

Mrs. Wang went to the house to get the coins. The woman next door stood in the yard and did not dare to walk around. Suddenly she heard Mrs. Liu entering the kitchen and seemed to be talking to her mother-in-law, about tofu.

I also heard a sentence coming from inside, "...doing too much..."

After hearing this, the woman immediately had some thoughts.

Mrs. Wang took the copper plate and walked out of the house. She saw her neighbor's sister-in-law looking at her with a smile, "Sister-in-law Wang, do you sell this tofu in your house? I'll charge you less money, but sell it to me for a few yuan."

Wang didn't expect this.

Although it seems that she is in charge of the house, if the final decision is made by the old lady, let alone the old lady who makes the tofu.

Mrs. Wang: "Let me go in and ask my mother!"