Do you still want it, son?

The large, crystal-clear snowflakes were supposed to fall on the corrugated boards, but they were blown by the wind and drifted to the other side, slowly falling on the stone lion in front of Prince Ping's Mansion.The lion's mouth was also filled with snowflakes, and it looked strangely deserted.

A carriage quickly came here from one end of the street, and then unloaded two large boxes of things. The servant on the carriage bowed respectfully and walked to the porter. Before he could wipe the sweat from his forehead, he nodded and bowed to the same porter. The boy is close.

The boy at the porter had known about this for a long time, so he wasn't surprised at the moment, and he didn't show any pride.He only nodded slightly to him, and then signaled the people behind him to go forward and move things into the house.

This carriage came from Ji's family in Hangcheng, and the things inside were said to be a New Year's gift for this year's New Year.

The Ji family naturally dare not neglect Ji Xiao at all now, the things delivered every now and then are stored in the warehouse, and on the left and right are piled up with the things sent by the miscellaneous people nearby to form a hill.

Today's two boxes of things were carried in, and there was no other fate. They were destined to be put in the warehouse to be ashes.

The heavy snow will not stop for a while, a thick layer of snow has piled up outside, and the inner room is not necessarily good, but the inner courtyard has been cleaned by servants and maids since early in the morning, so the courtyard There is no snow yet.

But for A Yuan's playfulness, left and right left a large area of ​​snow for him, neatly stacked together, just waiting for him to build a snowman.

The main courtyard is very lively today, the population in Prince Ping's Mansion is sparse, leaving aside the maids and servants, there are actually only a few people in the main courtyard who are full of fights.Therefore, approaching the end of the year, only this yard showed some lively vitality.

Two days ago, someone brought a stone mill in, saying that they wanted to make tofu by themselves.It is a tradition in Pingyang City to make tofu during the New Year, and Pingwang Mansion is not exempt from the custom now.Although A Yuan has lived outside for so long, it is the first time for him to make tofu, so at this moment, he is also very interested in watching the boy put the soybeans that have been soaked all night last night. Grind it into a white slurry in a stone mill.

Ji Xiao's belly has been more than seven months now, so it is very inconvenient to move and it is not easy to come out to help the little girl in the outer yard. Seeing this, she sat by the window, only opened the window, and there was still the sound of the stove behind her. In front of Nuanyi, although it was a bit colder, it was not in the way.Looking out from the windows, you can also have a full view of the entire yard.

A Yuan was wearing a blue jacket today, and now he was shaking his hands inside his sleeves, staring intently at the servant who rolled up his sleeves at the bottom of the steps, but was still showing some sweat.This stone mill is quite heavy.There is no horse, no donkey, and it is really difficult to push it with human strength.

The maids in the inner courtyard seldom saw the servants from outside, and some of them blushed and avoided the sight, and they were quite shy.

Wait until the white juice has filled almost a whole bucket, pour it in again and do it again, grinding the residue in the juice to pulverize, then it is considered as a rest.

After watching it for a long time, A Yuan finally couldn't bear to take his steps forward. He has followed Shen Huai to the martial arts field for some time, and now the chassis is quite stable, and he can stand without feet for a quarter of an hour. Soft, walking like flying now is very light.

It's just that Bajiao was still worried and used to it, and hurriedly followed, but accidentally slipped and fell to the ground, and barely stopped.

A Yuan heard an ouch from behind and looked back, only to see Bajiao gasping for breath while holding on to the pillar.So he turned around and walked over to hold Bajiao's hand, sighed, "Stupid Bajiao."

This little baby completely forgot that he had to be supported every day in the first few months, but in A Yuan's heart, he was naturally the smartest, how could there be such a time?

Although this little brat has always been domineering to outsiders, and his minions are also very arrogant, but in private, he is more like Ji Xiao to the people he is familiar with, probably a combination of Ji Xiao and Shen Huai, with a gentle aura It was quite impatient between words.

It's just that Bajiao knew his temper, so he didn't think A Yuan's tone was bad at the moment, but felt that his heart was so sweet that he couldn't help showing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The two held hands and walked to the side of the stone mill.

"What else?" A Yuan raised his chubby face to the boy and asked, his red cheeks were full of white and tender flesh.

The boy naturally didn't dare to be negligent at all, and quickly replied, "Reporting to my son, it will be boiled in a pot later, and then the bean dregs will be filtered, and it will be the soy milk you drink."

"Soymilk," A Yuan actually didn't understand all the words, but when he heard the word soymilk, his eyes lit up, and then he continued to ask with an air, "What should I do again?"

His voice was childish and full of curiosity, which made people in the outer court who had never seen A Yuan secretly want to look at him more, and they liked him very much.

"Then we have to filter out the bean dregs, and then add brine to make tofu."

"A Yuan," Ji Xiao sat by the window and watched the flakes of goose-feather-like snow fall on A Yuan's head, and because of the warm breath on his body, it melted into water beads and seeped into his hair, and then A little worried, he called out to attract A Yuan's attention, then raised his hand in a gesture to cover his head, and said to A Yuan, "Cover your head, don't let Xueluo On the top of the head and face, the hair will be wet for a while and will freeze."

Hearing this, A Yuan obediently let go of Bajiao's hand, and then covered his little head.

"Tofu is what A Yuan likes." A Yuan's tone became more cheerful, and he followed the boy in a dizzy manner as he walked and pushed. He thought he was walking slowly, "Hurry up!"

A pair of soft little hands were pushing that trivial matter, but he didn't dare to neglect it, so he quickly walked into the kitchen, lest this son of the world would drench more snowflakes in the yard. If I have a cold, I can't bear it at all.

The kitchen was already done, and the pile of firewood was burning so brightly that the half of the room without candles was illuminated red. A Yuan touched the hearth of the stove familiarly, and put the little one that was sitting at the hearth of the stove. The girl squeezed aside, and leaned against him to watch the fire in the kitchen.He muttered like he understood very well, "It's very hot, it's great, it's great."

Although the kitchen was busy, they didn't dare to drive out this little evil, A Yuan. Ba Jiao stood beside A Yuan and carefully protected him, guarding against any accidents.

The white juice was poured in along the edge of the pot, filling the deep black pot to the brim.

A Yuan looked at such a scene in amazement, not taking his eyes off for fear of missing a little detail. He was standing in a low position, and after a while he became a little impatient. You can also see more at higher points.

The firewood below was burning very vigorously, and after a while, some heat rose from the pot, followed by some water vapor.A Yuan watched carefully until big bubbles popped out of the pot.

A pot of white juice boiled.

There is a cross-shaped shelf on the pot, and a piece of white gauze is hooked on each corner of the shelf.I took the big spoon in the wooden barrel and filtered the hot white juice out of the gauze, and the bean dregs were left in the gauze, and all the white dregs-free soy milk oozed out from below.

"Wow!" A Yuan opened his mouth wide, his eyes full of surprise. He pointed to the white soybean milk in the big wooden bucket below. A small bowl, put some soy sauce chopped green onion at the bottom, picked up two small shrimp skins and put it in, then poured a spoonful of white soy milk into it, and it was a bowl of soy sauce-colored salty soy milk, which was properly handed over to A Yuan Blocked his glutton in front of his face.

It was the first time for A Yuan to see soy milk in this color, and he was a little surprised for a moment. He frowned, pointed at the soy milk and said, "Black soy milk." It's really weird.

"This soy milk is delicious. You should try it." The little girl's face was flushed by the heat from the kitchen, and her eyes were shining. She looked at A Yuan and said very seriously.

Salty soy milk and sweet soy milk are indeed different customs in different places, and A Yuan, a foodie, is not afraid to try new things, so he blew a few breaths on the spoon held by Bajiao, and sent a spoonful into his mouth.

He pursed his small red petal-like mouth, and he didn't know how to express his admiration for the soy milk that looked like a bowl of soup, but he recklessly stretched out his hands to hug the little one.

Bajiao took care of A Yuan a lot, and his movements were already very flexible and prepared. At this time, he avoided his movements by moving to the side, and told A Yuan, "Young master can't be like this, after a while Master let me know, I want to clean you up."

Mentioning Ji Xiao, Ah Yuan must have been afraid. At this time, he quickly shrank his head, looked at Bajiao again full of grievances, and turned his head away angrily, ready to stop drinking with great backbone.

A big ball of bean dregs had already rolled out from the white gauze beside it, and it was piled upside down at the four corners of the shelf being held by someone.

After all, he was more curious. At this moment, his eyeballs were about to fall off, and he didn't want to miss any details.

And the thick soy milk piled up in the big wooden barrel below is the most that A Yuan has seen in his life. He almost wants him to jump into the wooden barrel and take a bath.

I don't know how comfortable it would be to go in and take a shower.

After waiting for the soy milk in a large wooden barrel to be filtered, the marinade is to be put.Whether the tofu is good or not depends on how the marinade is ordered.

The thick soymilk in the wooden barrel immediately turns into clear juice and flocculent white matter. After a while, the white matter will gather more and more, and it is time to grind it. Time for tofu.

All that is left is to wait. The white tofu is pressed into the mold and needs to be watered before it can take shape.

A Yuan carried Bajiao back to the house and took a nap with Ji Xiao. In the afternoon, the snowflakes in the sky gradually stopped, and the falling movement was brought to the kitchen to see the ready-made tofu.

It is a custom in Pingyang City to make tofu during New Year's Eve, but Ji Xiao had never experienced it before.After a nap, he was refreshed, and supported by catechu, he went to the kitchen with A Yuan to look at the rows of tofu neatly placed.

Tofu is divided into old and tender, and there are various methods. The tofu pressed out of the mold is only the first step. If you want to change this form, you still have to work.

Hot oil was placed in the oil pan, and after a high fire, there was already billowing heat.On one side of the cutting board, there are neatly cut tofu half the size of mahjong, just waiting to be rolled into the hot oil for a while.

This is fried tofu, which is delicious when dipped in soy sauce while it is hot.