"Sister, what is this sour water?" Xiao An came over and asked.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Xiao An with a smile: "You really have a dog's nose. You were almost crippled and you can still smell this smell. Not bad!"

Xiao An chuckled and stood on tiptoes to take a look.

Yang Ruoqing lowered the mouth of the bowl to let him take a good look.

Taking advantage of the situation, he raised his head and explained to Sun and Lao Suntou, who were also surprised next to him: "If you want to shape soybean milk into tofu, you have to stew it. Stewing it is a crucial step. Okay, I won't say anything more.

Keep your eyes open, something magical is coming!"

Holding the bowl in one hand, she slowly poured the acidic water prepared in the bowl into the boiling soy milk pot.

In the other hand, hold the spatula and stir gently to mix the sour water and soy milk evenly.

The protein solution decomposed from soybeans condenses into a gel at a speed visible to the naked eye under the action of acidic water.

White, cloud-like things slowly formed in the pot.

"Yeah, it's done, look!"

I don't know who exclaimed, and everyone was very excited.

Yang Ruoqing herself couldn't help but be filled with wonder, sighing at the wonder of this Creator.

Add brine and some tofu, and one thing will be reduced!

"Qing'er, what ingredients did you use in this sour water? This is so amazing!" Mrs. Sun clicked her tongue.

Old Suntou also had a look of amazement on his face: "I have lived for most of my life, and this is the first time I have seen this old man. Hey, sir, it is better to be born later!"

It was a brogue, but Yang Ruoqing understood it clearly.

Ga Gong is praising herself. It should mean that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, right?

"Qing'er, what do you use to make this sour water?" Mrs. Sun couldn't help but ask again.

Yang Ruoqing was about to open her mouth when Daan suddenly stopped her.

"Mom, the walls have ears. This sour water is my sister's secret recipe for making tofu. Don't ask." Da'an said in a low voice, with a pair of lustful eyes, and he glanced at the door and window of the kitchen.

Sun was stunned and immediately shut up.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Daan's serious look and couldn't help but laugh.

"It's nothing. Even if I tell you the recipe for this sour water, no one else can make it!"

The formula ratio of water and vinegar is the key. A little more or a little less can make a huge difference!

Yang Ruoqing is not afraid of being overheard, but since Daan is so considerate, she will definitely follow his wishes.

"Mom, I'll sue you in private later. Hurry up and bring us some bowls and chopsticks. Let's drink tofu!"

Clean dishes and chopsticks were immediately placed on the pot table.

Yang Ruoqing scooped a lot of tofu into these bowls, brought caramel, put a spoonful of sugar into each bowl, and stirred evenly.

"Da'an, bring this bowl to our father," Yang Ruoqing ordered.

"Okay!" Da'an picked it up and was about to leave.

"Da'an, wait a minute." Mrs. Sun stopped Da'an, turned to Yang Ruoqing and said: "This tofu brain is a rare thing, we have to provide it to the Kitchen God the first night!"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

In this era, rural farmers looked to the sky for harvests in their fields, and belief in various gods was their spiritual pursuit.

Spiritual belief is sometimes infinite in power and also a kind of sustenance.

Among all the gods and Buddhas, the most down-to-earth and well-known one is the Kitchen God.

In rural areas, people all agree that the Stove God is the supervising god sent by the Jade Emperor to each household and is the head of the family.

During festivals and festivals, whatever delicious food is available is always given to the Kitchen God to take the first bite.

Every year on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, it has become a custom for every household to send the Kitchen God to heaven to report the family’s affairs to the Jade Emperor. Therefore, the Kitchen God cannot afford to offend!

When you enter a country, you should follow the local customs.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and knocked her head, and said with a smile: "Look at my memory, I forget it when I get busy, that's what it should be!"

Yang Ruoqing quickly picked up one of the bowls and placed it respectfully on the side of the chimney inside the pot.

At the same time, he put his hands together and bowed: "Master Kitchen God, don't care about me. I'm serving you the hot tofu. You are satisfied with the meal. Please bless our family!"

Here, Mrs. Sun saw this and smiled reassuringly.

Lao Suntou also nodded happily, and then Daan picked up the bowl and left the kitchen.

Da'an came back after a while, and Yang Ruoqing handed Da'an's bowl to him: "The heat is just right, drink it while it's hot!"

"Thank you, sister!" Da'an took it, picked up the chopsticks and stirred it, lowered his head, and drank gracefully.

"Does it taste good?" Yang Ruoqing asked Daan and Xiaoan.

Xiao An nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and Da An also smiled shyly.

Over there, Mrs. Sun was holding a bowl with a trace of hesitation on her face.

"Mom, why don't you drink?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Qing'er, this tofu cake is a rare thing. Tell me, should we send a bowl to your grandma?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and refused without thinking.

"Forget it, mother, we have to send everything we have to eat and drink, we can't afford it!"

Mrs. Sun lowered her gaze and whispered: "Although we have separated our families, they are your grandparents and your father's parents after all. If we don't give them away, others will gossip about us and hurt our spines if they find out!"

Yang Ruoqing snorted softly and said: "Others, others? We live for our own happiness, why are we bothering others?"

"Besides, who doesn't talk behind other people's backs? Who doesn't talk behind others' backs? Justice comes from the heart of the people. We just have a clear conscience. Who cares what others think?"

Mrs. Sun stopped chewing.

But the look on his face was obviously still a little hesitant.

Yang Ruoqing wiped the corner of her mouth and continued: "Besides, just because my sister-in-law beat our little An during the day, my father and I hate their conniving attitude. I would rather throw this tofu on the street than pour it down.

Even if you enter the pond at the entrance of the village, you won’t give them a bite!”

When she mentioned this, Mrs. Sun raised her head and glanced at Xiao An, who was holding a bowl and licking the bottom of the bowl fiercely.

The woman's eyes turned red and she nodded vigorously: "Okay, then I won't give it away to Yi Qing'er, and I won't give it away tomorrow's tofu either!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "That's right!"

If you seek peace through struggle, then peace will survive. If you seek peace through compromise, then peace will perish!

The words of Lao Mao, the founding leader of the People’s Republic of China, are so insightful!

After drinking the tofu noodle, everyone showed a satisfied expression on their faces. Xiao An's stomach was stretched into a ball, and he sat there burping non-stop.

Both Yang Ruoqing and Daan couldn't help but laugh.

"Mom, please clean up this bowl and chopsticks. I'm going to scoop out the tofu!" Yang Ruoqing ordered.

Mrs. Sun took the dishes and went to clean them at the well outside. In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing asked Lao Suntou and Daan to shake out the black mesh cloth from before and lay it flat on the mold on the door panel.

Then, she picked up a ladle and scooped away the excess tofu water in the pot, and then scooped all the tofu brains in the pot into the mold...

There is a wooden basin under the door panel to collect the tofu water. All the tofu curd is scooped into the mold, and the black mesh cloth is gathered together on all sides and tied into a knot.

Another door panel is pressed on top, and a few adobe bricks and stones are pressed on top of the door panel.
Chapter completed!