I am a primitive

In the process of rotation, it does not always rotate flatly, but sinks to both sides from left to right.

In such a process, some peas will be stirred by the strainer and floated along the water, and then they will be picked up on the strainer.

As for sand, which is denser than peas, it will basically not be stirred up.

After the two of them fished out all the peas, one strain after another, the water in the basin was also muddy, and there was still sand at the bottom of the basin.

The raw peas that have been washed once are put into a large basin, and fresh water is added to soak them, and the jelly can be made in the next morning.

Holding a cattail fan in his hand, Wu, who was fanning it up and down, watched Han Cheng and the others process the peas not far away.

He already knew that Han Cheng was making a kind of food.

If it was the past, Wu would definitely come to him when he found out that Shenzi was making new things, especially food.

But this time it was different. The hot weather made Wu feel breathless, and he couldn't even arouse the slightest desire for food.

Even when I think of food, I still feel a little sick.

Sin!

After realizing his current state, Wu, who was waving the cattail fan, couldn't help repeating his mantra in his heart again.

In the past, when the tribal food was scarce, they could eat any kind of food by themselves, and they always felt that there was not enough to eat.

But now, facing the food that is much better than that time, I feel a little nauseous. Is this a crime or something!

After chanting the sinful words several times in a row, Wu suddenly realized one thing, that is, he was getting old.

I can't even eat delicious food, isn't this old?

After such thoughts surfaced in his mind, Wu immediately felt a little panicked.

In the past, Wu was not afraid of death, but it was different now. As the life in the tribe got better day by day, Wu didn't want to die more and more.

Because he wanted to see how far his tribe could develop under the leadership of the Son of God.

I want to watch these minors in the tribe grow up and work hard together for the development and growth of the tribe...

Because of such thoughts in his heart, Wu, who suddenly realized that he was old, became a little worried, and didn't eat much that night...

The next morning, Han Dashenzi, who also lost his appetite due to the hot weather and missed jelly so much, got up to grind the soaked peas himself.

Bai Xuemei with a big belly was still standing aside with a wooden spoon in her hand, pouring half a spoonful of peas and half a spoonful of water into the grinding eyes.

The air in the early morning is clear, with a look of not waking up, and there are a few dogs barking, rooster crowing, and sheep bleating from time to time in the silence...

The not-too-hot sun scatter down through the bamboo forest, leaving little light and shadow.

The ground soybean milk merged into a water column and fell into the large clay pot below, making a soft sound, and at the same time smashed a piece of fine air bubbles, and the air was filled with the smell of raw bowl of soybean milk.

In the leisurely and comfortable morning, Han Cheng unexpectedly raised the idea of ​​letting time freeze here.

The sling was hung up again, and the bowl of soybean milk that was ground also had to go through the process of filtering...

With the passage of time, the pure Chaoyang gradually turned into an old driver, no longer the gentle and clear appearance before, and began to show its might.

The weather also became hot and stuffy, and everyone who worked hard began to sweat profusely.

After thinking for a long time, Wu Wu, who decided to force himself to eat more food, didn't have much appetite at this time.

At this time, Han Cheng had already poured two cans of soy milk into the pottery pot, and asked people to cook it here.

With the rise of the flame and the rise of a large amount of white gas in the clay pot, the temperature of the relatively hot kitchen has become higher, and the whole kitchen has become like a steamer. sweat.

In summer, cooking in the kitchen is really not a good job...

Han Cheng, who wiped the sweat off his forehead, saw that the bowl of soy milk boiled in the earthenware pot had already boiled, so he scooped it up with a ladle and poured it into the prepared basin beside him.

"Son of God, is it time to add salt?"

People in the tribe, especially those who help in the kitchen, are familiar with the process of making tofu.

Although peas and soybeans look different, they both have the word "dou" in them, and they are all descendants of the word "dou".

And the series of operations before this are exactly the same as when making tofu, so after seeing Han Cheng scoop up the cooked bowl of soy milk, besides asking people to continue to put raw bowl of soy milk into the pottery pot to continue cooking, what are the other things? I didn't do it anymore, and I didn't mean to order tofu at all. After waiting for a while, I finally couldn't help but reminded me aloud.

After all, if you wait too long for the cooked soy milk, and then add some tofu, it will not be very good.

Han Cheng wiped the sweat off his face with a towel hanging around his neck, shook his head with a smile and said, "No need to put salt, this is not making tofu, but making another kind of food.

Moreover, except for soybeans, the rest of the beans cannot be made into tofu. "

Compared with tofu, jelly is easier to make. You only need to cook raw soy milk and scoop it into a basin to cool.

If you buy pea flour directly, it will be more convenient and quick to make.

It's a pity that there is no ready-made pea flour for Han Cheng to buy at this time, so he has to grind pea flour by himself.

"This is a delicious food, and it will definitely whet your appetite after it's cooked!"

Thinking of the refreshment of eating jelly in later generations, Han Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and explained the new food that was about to be baked to the person who asked him, with a mysterious face and some longing and intoxication.

It's hot now, soy milk is getting colder and solidifies slowly. After waiting here for a while, seeing that it will take some time for these bowls of soy milk to solidify into jelly, Han Chengcheng explained to the people who were helping in the kitchen, turned around and left. A kitchen like a steamer.

The people who help in the kitchen are all people who are used to cooking food. With Han Cheng's demonstration just now and the experience in making tofu, it is not a problem to do these things.

As for Dashenzi Han who came out of the kitchen, he also had a very legitimate reason to leave the kitchen.

The reason is that he needs to prepare some condiments to prepare for this new food.

In fact, the real reason was that he couldn't stand the heat in the kitchen...

Sesame paste, chili sauce poured out of hot oil, and green coriander are good things to make jelly.

It's a pity that Han Cheng doesn't have any of these things.

Fortunately, there is also vinegar, an indispensable seasoning when making jelly, otherwise the jelly made this time would be almost uneatable.

When he came outside, Han Cheng pulled a lot of garlic from the garlic braids hanging on the wall under the eaves.

Garlic has been owned by the tribe for several years. After several years of artificial cultivation, its size has grown a lot compared to before.

It is that there is still a considerable part of it that is not very split, and it is easy to grow into a single head of garlic.

Single-headed garlic tastes really spicy, especially when it is spicy to the root of the tongue, not to mention the sour taste.

Put these garlic cloves on the chopping board, pat them one by one with the knife, then peel them, put them in the stone mortar and add salt to remove them.