The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

After working for a long time, after making tofu, the women gathered in the kitchen to watch Song Fubao make dried tofu and wait for orders.

"Mother, first cut the tofu into finger-width pieces, grandma, boil the water in the big iron pot, put the steamer on it, and wash the white gauze? After opening, spread the tofu one by one and steam it, this is the first step.”

"It's finished, it's finished, sister, look, the third brother has washed it clean!" The third cousin rushed in with a white gauze, his face full of excitement, "Grandma, quickly spread it!"

Grandma Song took over the bed and finished it carefully and cleanly, as if treating a newborn dog with care.

"What about the second step?" Aunt Tang became more and more curious, she didn't know where to put her hands, she also wanted to do something!

Song Fubao understood her mood very well, and quickly assigned her a task, "Aunt Tang, go and bring in the tofu molds, I'll tell you to do it next step!"

"Okay, okay!" Aunt Tang Yang Liuhua nodded contentedly, and immediately started to move, her mother Li Xiuzhi couldn't sit still, why didn't she have anything to do.

Before she could speak, Song Fubao said very understandingly, "Mother, come next, you can help wash the spices I bought and get them ready!"

The next second, Li Xiuzhi nodded abruptly, and left with cheerful steps.

At this point, Song Fubao stopped talking, but waited for the water in the pot to boil and the steamer to be steamed before she put the tofu slices in one by one.

After waiting for about five or six minutes under the eager eyes of everyone, Song Fubao reached in and lifted the lid of the steamer. When he raised his hand, Grandma Song grabbed her, "It's hot, Grandma is here!"

Grandma Song lifted the lid of the steamer, and Song Fubao took a step back and directed, "Brother, take off the steamer cloth, put it on the tofu mold outside and spread it, be careful, use chopsticks to remove it."

Song Youtian immediately followed suit.

"Grandmother, spread the tofu slices on top again, and press them with something like pressing tofu. Let's continue after three hours. Before that, let's hurry up and steam some more tofu slices!"

Song Fubao continued to babble, and reached out to take a kitchen knife to cut tofu slices.

The whole family was busy, pulling the newly bought cloth as a steamer cloth, and finally, after an hour, they pressed all ten catties of tofu.

Song Fubao then began to prepare the ingredients for making dried tofu. The soy sauce and spices were all ready, and the only thing missing was sugar. Brown sugar was usually the best, but in this era, there were only large chunks of rough yellow-white sugar.

Didn't fit very well and...forgot to buy it!

When she was wondering whether to go to town, Grandma Song came over again, "What's wrong with my good grandson, tell grandma, grandma can do anything!"

"Grandma, you may really not be able to do this!" Song Fubao smiled, "I want candy!"

"Ham, that's all, there is none at home, but Grandma is here, hehehe, Grandma's dowry is still there, sugar, there is plenty, Grandma will bring it to you!"

Song Fubao: ...

This dowry is amazing!

Before she applauded to express her shock and appreciation, Grandma Song walked into her room with small steps. After a dozen or so breaths, she brought out a bag of candies, which seemed to weigh about ten catties.

Grandma Song had just shown a piece to Song Fubao, when an exclamation came from the door.

"Grandmother, you actually hide so much sugar!!!" The second cousin came in from the door, his eyes widened, and Song Youtian covered his mouth in the next second, leaving nothing but whining.

Grandma Song imitated Song Fubao’s thumbs up to Song Youtian before, and then dragged Song Fubao into the kitchen. Three hours later, the first batch of dried tofu was uncovered, and Song Fubao touched and poked it. He picked it up and shook it in the palm of his hand.

Q bomb, the toughness is still white.

She nodded, and Li Xiuzhi and Aunt Tang took the bamboo baskets and picked up all the dried tofu into the yard, and Song Fubao went to the stove to mix it, adding water to the pot, adding green onions, star anise, fragrant leaves, cumin, and then adding Salt to taste, and a few large lumps of sugar.

Then add a small amount of soy sauce, and finally pour in the tofu brought by Li Xiuzhi and Tang aunt Yang Liuhua, stir it, cover the pot and bring it to a boil.

After boiling, cook on low heat for about a quarter of an hour, then turn off the heat, cover the pot again, and Song Fubao washes his hands and stops, "Okay, soak for another quarter of an hour and the pot will be ready. You can eat it when it's hot." , Let it cool and dry the water, and you can eat it tomorrow!"

"That's the end. Wow, the process is really quite a lot, Fu Bao, how is your brain so long, you can always think of it without talking about it, and you can do it successfully every time!"

Yang Liuhua was very surprised, she would believe that the Bodhisattva came down to earth in person!

When this question was asked, several other people were also inquiring. Grandma Song's expression changed slightly. Isn't this going to expose the Bodhisattva's dream? Can you believe it?

"Hey hey, because I watched an old woman make tofu several times in my dream, and I remembered it all. I have a good memory. Aunt Tang, look at my mother and you, watch me do it several times and make tofu by yourself , No, there is nothing that has not been done!"