Doomsday Pavilion

After plugging in the rod, the grinding disc was finally able to move.

The soaked beans are poured in from the square hole in the upper plate, and the soy milk that has been milled into white soy milk flows into the groove around the lower plate, and finally flows through the drainage groove to the vat below.

This short and thick barrel with thick walls can be directly heated in a large pot or on a fire. It is not afraid of fire. It is the most suitable cooking tool for tofu given by the system. The cloth is very shameless and asked for two of these. bucket.

Su Yourong's big eyes watched the white thick soy milk flow into the big bucket without blinking.

This is the kind of scene that is almost invisible to her family, and it feels very novel and comfortable.

A big, slow disk, everyone revolved around it. Su Yourong still remembers that when she was a little smaller, she hoped that all the activities of her family were only a little bit larger, but when she grew up At some point, this unrealistic idea was completely forgotten.

"So, should I make a fire? We just need to cook it and it will turn into tofu, right?"

Lin Chou said while checking the soy milk,

"I still have to order the brine."

The ancient stone mill, the bean dregs was filtered out by hand, so the soybean milk seemed to have an indescribable warmth and quiet taste when it was heated later.

Su Yourong threw bean stalks into the stove without one.

"Master, will the soy milk taste better like this?"

Lin Chou thought for a while,

"No, it will be more expensive."

"Master, your jokes are so old..."

Huang Dashan coughed and coughed outside the kitchen, yelling,

"Hey hey hey, if no one really wants to try the Shan Ye brand slate fried meat with bean dregs, let me tell you, do you know if the thief is delicious!"

Su Yourong shrank her neck, and Lin Chou said helplessly.

"Let’s go, let’s have a look, it’s going to be cooked for a while anyway, disciple, let me tell you, these middle-aged and elderly people are actually fragile. Let’s treat him this way, maybe he will hide in the car secretly at night. Cried all night."

"Oh~" Su Yourong said with a curled lips, "I see, I'll pretend to be delicious later."

"Awesome!"

Huang Dashan, who is very immoral, guards the stone mill, and raises a pile of charcoal fire under the big swimming pool of horseshoe crab. There is a large thin piece of shale on it, and a few pieces of fat are swelling on the shale. Pig fat.

The fat quickly turns into oil residue, and the hot oil automatically spreads evenly on the shale surface under the action of firepower.

"Noisy~"

A mixture of bean dregs, diced meat, shallots, chili, garlic, and ginger was spread on the shale, and Shan Ye held a small piece of shale as a shovel, stir-frying.

Shan Ye exclaimed excitedly,

"Haha, the smell is not good, you smell the forest, it tastes good, isn't it?"

There are many specialties in Huangdashan, such as roasted wild mouse, roasted wild boar, roasted rabbit, roasted fox, roasted venison, roasted rock sheep...

Uh, all right, besides barbecue, even fried meat can be considered as Shan Ye’s breakthrough innovation.

Shan Ye was obviously in high spirits today, and he was talking while frying.

"I used to like bean dregs. It tastes very good when you fry it with some salt and chopped green onions. When I was a kid, there was a river in the alley, um, it was the river in the mill. I was always by the river. Make a slate, fry wild duck eggs, wild onions, fried small fish, fried mandarin ducks and mice, everything goes well with bean dregs, if there is a piece of black mountain wild boar meat, it will be great, it is simply super delicious, don’t you know? The fatter the better!"

Lin Chou casually folded two branches as chopsticks, and put the dregs of fried pork into his mouth on a slate.

"Roar, hot, but it's really fragrant, well, it must be better to replace the green chilies here with dried red chilies."

Shan Ye pinched two wild duck eggs that he did not know from which nest he took out, and fry the diced bean dregs into omelets on a stone slab.

"I used to like this stuff too, but the more I eat it, the more fishy it gets. The sea duck eggs on the east gate are the most fragrant. They are light yellow and red."

Boss Lin smiled and put a fried omelet to Su Yourong.

"Come, try Shan Ye's craftsmanship, too."

The bean dregs and diced meat have been fried to dryness and fragrant. After being fried into pancakes with wild duck eggs, they are crispy in the mouth and spicy with green onions.

Well...

In fact, that's the end, Shan Ye's cooking skills are still unremarkable.

The fishy smell of wild duck eggs and the beany smell that has been consumed by frying is not unpleasant, but it is basically not a taste that normal people would like.

However, it's better than letting Shan Ye fry small fish with bean dregs, it's definitely more fishy...

Su Yourong sold a face to Lin Chou anyway, at least not directly saying how cruel Huang Dashan's craftsmanship is.

"Ah, I have to get some brine, Wu Ke? Where's Wu Ke? I remember the young man hasn't eaten yet. You Rong will call him over and have a taste~"

The soy milk with the brine solidifies quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into white and delicate tender bean curd, and then pressed tofu.

Put these tender bean curds in a mold and place heavy objects on top to turn them into tender or old tofu depending on the weight.

According to Lin Chou's personal preference, the stinky tofu he likes is the kind that is a little tenderer. The outside can be fried and crispy and fragrant, while the inside is still tender and juicy. Well, the trembling one is best.

Shan Ye rubs his hands every few minutes and asks if the tofu has been formed, whether it can be cut into pieces and soaked in the marinade that has long been impatiently turned into stinky tofu.

"I'll come, I'll come, I'll cut this one~"

Huang Dashan was even humming a song when he was cutting tofu. He couldn't imagine why he can even cut tofu now...

"Hey, why are you going to Linzi with my cut tofu?"

Lin Chou said with a laugh,

"Have you made several plates of tofu, and they all turned into stinky tofu. Can you finish it?"

"Uh... well, what is that, what did you sprinkle on it..."

Lin Chou carefully sprinkled a fine purple-red powder on the tofu,

"The strain is mainly made of corn silk. This kind of tofu can grow red mycelium. As for this kind, it's white."

Shan Ye realized,

"Oh, edamame, I have eaten it a few times. I heard that it is not very good for fermentation. Too many fungi can easily deteriorate."

"You have eaten a lot of heavy flavors."

"I don't look at your identity~" Huang Dashan squeezed his eyes, his expression was extremely wretched, "You Shanye, my tofu I have eaten is dozens of dozens more than you have seen, how about it? The kind-hearted Grandpa Dashan will teach you some advanced experience, the kind that is good for the little virgin thief~"

Lin Chou: "???"

So are we really discussing the same topic? !

"Come here, it's not the time to be shy. It's still honest to say that you don't want a body. Look, your forehead is sweating, which makes you excited, tusk~"

"roll!"

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