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

Song Tongban heard this when he came in, and he couldn't help admiring Song Fubao, "My dear Fubao, if Uncle refuses to accept anyone, he will obey you, and Uncle can help you try it too!"

If it happens, can I count myself as participating?

It's something to be proud of even thinking about it, even if it doesn't work, this Fubao is the treasure in the family's palm, so it's definitely right to please her, not to mention that he still wants the method of making tofu.

Every time the family makes tofu, he is sent away, like preventing thieves, it seems that more work needs to be done.

"Thank you uncle!"

Song Fubao replied politely, then put down the bowl again, solemnly.

"Actually, Grandma, I think tofu has already sold the recipe. Although our family can still sell it, it is only enough for living. It is just right for Grandma and Aunt Tang to cook together. Grandma, you are still young. If you figure it out, From now on, grandma, you will be responsible, and the money you earn will go to grandma and grandpa, so that no matter what time of day, you can eat meat every day!"

The old man has no money and is of no use value. Most of the time, cats hate dogs. As the two old people who have loved her for so long, her idea is true.

Hearing this, everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then their faces changed, especially Grandma Song and Grandpa Song's expressions were moved, and tears were about to fall.

After a while, Grandma Song patted the table loudly, "Fubao really deserves to be Grandma's lucky star. You can just think about it and tell Grandma what you need. Grandma will buy it for you, no matter how expensive it is!"

"Grandpa will help you with the work, everything!"

Boss Song, Li Xiuzhi, Yang Liuhua and his wife all bowed their heads in shame, not knowing what to say, as a son and daughter-in-law, they can't even compare their hearts to a child!

The most depressing thing was Song Tongban. After waiting for so long, the tofu recipe was sold! ! !

It seems that his only way out now is to follow Song Fubao. This kid is very filial, and he will definitely be treated like this in the future.

"Thank you grandma!" Song Fubao smiled slightly, took a few mouthfuls of rice, put down the bowl and went out.

Before crossing over, she was from Sichuan, and she grew up in the countryside when she was a child. There is a characteristic of the countryside, that is, every household can make pickles, sauerkraut or other foods, and she will never buy them if she can make them herself.

So when I was young, the fermented glutinous rice, moldy tofu, stinky tofu, konjac...we all saw it when I was young, and while watching it, the adults in the family would talk about how to make it. .

Later, when I studied biology at university, I understood the principles better.

It's just that if the instructors know whether she, a biology student, will beat her up if she uses what she has learned in the end to do this, it's okay to beat her, as long as she does what she likes, then she will be successful.

Song Fubao felt particularly at ease, and began to recall the recipe of moldy tofu.

This is a typical product using microorganisms. The various enzymes produced by the mold on the tofu, especially protease, de-emulsify the tofu, let it ferment, and produce a variety of acids, alcohols, lipids and other substances.

It became moldy tofu, also known as fermented bean curd.

The moldy tofu produced in this way has extremely high use value, high nutritional content, contains a variety of amino acids, minerals and B vitamins needed by the human body, has high nutritional value, and has the functions of appetizing, reducing internal heat and seasoning.

She's an avid fan herself.

Thinking of this, Song Fubao's mouth began to salivate, he was greedy.

"Fubao Fubao, do you want to start doing it now? Do you need the help of the third brother?"

"Fourth brother can do it too!"

"And I'll be fine, grandma let the three of us come over and follow my sister's command!"

The three brothers of the Song family came over bouncing around like living treasures, and Song Fubao smiled.

"Okay, third brother, you take two catties of tofu to the village chief and borrow three catties of wheat stalks he left behind. I can use it. Fourth brother and fifth brother, you two go to grandma and take some money to the wine shop in the town to buy two catties The strongest wine comes back, it must be the strongest but the cheapest, okay, I can do the rest myself, let's go!"

The three elder brothers did not doubt that he was there, and they all turned their heads to do what they were assigned to do.

Song Fubao went to the firewood room to search for something that could replace the cardboard box, but after searching for a while, he couldn't find anything suitable, but the dilapidated steamer at home was not bad.

After a little tidying up, Grandpa Song helped wash it before going down to the ground. Waiting for the steamer to drain, she cut the drained old tofu into 2-3 cm square pieces and put them away.

As soon as he finished, the third cousin, Song Youyin, came back with a bundle of dry wheat stalks, so many that they covered his face, "My sister is here, where to put it!"

Song Fubao quickly took a large basin, asked Song Youyin to put it in, and then began to pour water into it to clean it and then dry it. This tossing took an hour.

When it was ready, Song Fubao cut the wheat stalks neatly with a knife, then spread them flat in the steamer, and then arranged the small tofu cubes one by one. Because of the support of the wheat stalks, the distance between the tofu between the two layers of steamer baskets was very short. It fits the needs very well.

After placing it and covering it, Song Fubao carried it to the small room behind the kitchen. Moldy tofu needs a temperature below ten degrees to grow most suitable.