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Chapter 463 Salty, sweet and spicy tofu pudding

"Hey, here it comes!" He came quite quickly. As soon as he entered the room, he sniffed lightly. When he smelled the fragrance of soy milk, his eyes curled up.

"You bring these two bowls to my father and the others. This bowl is yours. After you drink the remaining bowl, give it to my third uncle and his family. Give them a share and grind it." Pick back the beans.”

Su Ziling pointed to the soy milk on the table and said carefully which bowl belonged to whom.

Twenty nodded, first took Su's father's and others', then came back to pick up the basin and sent the soy milk to his third uncle's house.

Su Ziling stretched her neck, looked at his back, and called him, "Twenty, drink before you go!"

"No, it's still very hot now. I'll be quick and wait until I get back to drink." After he finished speaking, no one could see his back.

Su A'nai blew and took a sip, "My child," she said nothing more, "this soy milk is so sweet. A bowl of hot soy milk will warm your body in this winter."

The soy milk in the pot was still boiling, and Su Ziling first mixed out the gypsum water and set it aside for later use.

"It's so sweet. I didn't put much sugar in it." Su Ziling held the bowl and squatted by the fire pit, drinking soy milk while warming herself.

"I don't think I can make much tofu in this pot. I've only made two pots of soy milk."

Su A Nai: "It's okay, as much as you have, there are still more beans in the future."

"Pay attention to the pot, don't burn it."

"Hey, don't worry, I'm guessing the time." Su Ziling chuckled, but still finished the soy milk in a few mouthfuls and went to see the condition of the soy milk.

She took a big basin, sprinkled a little bit of gypsum water into it, scooped out the boiled soy milk, and then poured the prepared gypsum water into it.

Finally, cover it with a dustpan and let it simmer for a while, checking whether there are any tofu flakes.

Su A'nai didn't say a word, her eyes stared at her for a moment, and she even took it lightly on purpose.

Seeing that the tofu pudding had been ordered, Su Ziling took a chopstick and stuck it in the center. Without standing still, the chopstick fell to the side, and she covered the dustpan back.

"How is it?" Su A'nai asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, we don't have enough time, just give it a little while and it'll be almost done."

After she finished speaking, she inserted her chopsticks again, and this time the chopsticks stood still.

She took the dustpan and placed it on the basin, with a layer of gauze spread inside the dustpan.

Su Ziling quickly scooped out several bowls of bean curd, then scooped the bean curd into a bowl with a ladle. Finally, she covered the gauze back, slowly pressured the water out, and finally found a wooden board to press it on top.

The plank was not heavy enough, so I moved a stone to put it on top.

There was no mold for making tofu at home, so she had to use a dustpan. Fortunately, they had many sieves and dustpans at home.

After cooking a pot, she washed it out, poured the filtered soy milk next to it and continued cooking.

After the soy milk was put in the pot, she came back to add seasonings to the bean curd. Thinking that everyone was not at home, she only scooped out five bowls, thinking that her third uncle and the others could give it to them when they were making the last pot.

"Grandma, do you want sweet tofu pudding or salty tofu pudding? Or spicy?"

Su A'nai put down the meat in her hand and said, "I want something sweet. I've never tasted the weird ones you mentioned."

"If you haven't tried it before, you should try it." Su Ziling said this, but she still added sweetness to everyone. As for spicy...

She can just eat it alone. Let them experiment first and then mix it with a bowl of spicy tofu pudding when they eat. After they taste it, they will naturally like it.

"Mom, dad, try this tofu pudding first, then grind it after you eat it." Su Ziling took two bowls of tofu pudding and went out.

Su's father wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Now it's soy milk, and now it's bean curd, but when it's time to eat, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat."

He said this, but his movements were much faster than Su's mother. He took the bean curd and couldn't wait to take a sip.

As the sound of "snoring" sounded, Su's father sighed, "Ah~ sweet! This tofu pudding is so tender! It doesn't smell like plaster either. I still remember that a few years ago, I ate a bowl of it when I was helping others at work. I couldn’t eat enough at that time, so I suddenly had a bowl of bean curd, which made me happy, but the one they made had a strong gypsum flavor and wasn’t as delicious as this.”

Mother Su tried to discredit him, "Come on, you, it's not delicious yet. You haven't thought about that bowl of tofu pudding for so long. I don't know who it is. During that time, you have been saying that your life will be better in the future and you have to eat it every day." Douhua?”

Su's father scratched his head and chuckled, "I didn't have enough to eat at that time, and I didn't see anything good. I was naturally very happy to have such a bowl of bean curd."

Su's father finished the meal in two or two bites and continued to grind, followed closely by Su's mother.

They continued grinding, and Su Ziling took a bowl and carried the ground soy milk in the bucket back to the kitchen to continue filtering some tofu.

She thought about making the tofu for blood sausage first, then some hairy tofu, and finally some soft tofu if there was more.

She was ordering the second pot of tofu when Twenty came back with two buckets of soy milk on her shoulders and two molds in her hands.

Just as he was about to come in, Su A'nai called out to him, "Qing boy, don't come in yet, wait outside the door."

Su Ziling didn't let him in until she had spread the plaster water and covered the dustpan.

"The soy milk and tofu curd on the table are reserved for you. They should not be cold yet." Su Ziling took the mold in his hand, "Where did you get the mold?"

"My third uncle gave it to me. He said he picked it up and kept it in the utility room. I heard that you can make tofu and asked me to take it back."

Su Ziling put the mold aside and took a look at the tofu. She was afraid that too much plaster water would cause the tofu to burn out, or that there wouldn't be enough plaster water to bake it.

Making this thing is all based on experience, and there is no specific standard. Fortunately, in the previous life, the tofu used in her family to kill the New Year pig was made by her and grandma every year. Practice makes perfect.

He was a little panicked when he made the first pot, but fortunately, he succeeded later, which was a reassurance for him.

But don't be careless. Sometimes you fail by accident.

"Just in time, I washed two nice-looking plates and used them to make hairy tofu."

You don’t need to shape the tofu for making blood sausage, just press it to dry the water. You still have to crush it with your hands when you put the sausage in it later, so it doesn’t matter if the shape doesn’t look good, so she presses it directly into the dustpan and sieve to shape it. .

She breathed a sigh of relief when the second pot was ready. After cleaning the pot, she poured the third pot in and started cooking.

While the soy milk was boiling, she began to filter the two buckets that Twenty Picks brought back. "After you finish eating, go get me two sticks of firewood and help me clean the molds by the way."

"Yeah, I got it." The soy milk was no longer hot and still had residual warmth. I finished it in twenty-two mouthfuls.

After drinking a bowl, he wiped his mouth and picked up the bean curd again. He said nothing, but the joy of eating delicious food overflowed from his body, and his eyes and brows were full of smiles.

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What kind of tofu pudding do you eat? ?