I am a primitive

Qingcao is incoherent at the moment, and doesn't know how to express it.

He talked anxiously for a while but didn't say a reason. After he came out, he stopped talking, but motioned Han Cheng to go to the kitchen with her, looking extremely anxious.

Seeing this, Han Cheng didn't hesitate, and followed Qingcao to the kitchen quickly. He was very curious in his heart, and wanted to see what big news Qingcao and the others made, such a fuss.

"God... Son of God, here!"

The running panting grass pointed to something beside the kitchen and said to Han Cheng.

Han Cheng looked in the direction of Qingcao's finger, and when he saw the face of the thing clearly, his eyes straightened immediately.

After standing here in a daze for a while, Han Cheng came to the front of the thing pointed by Qingcao in three steps and two steps, squatted down and watched carefully. I tore off a small piece of the dumpling and put it in my mouth, tasting it slowly.

This startled Qingcao who was watching from the side.

This kind of thing has never been seen in the tribe. The Son of God just put it in his mouth and tasted it. What should we do if it is poisonous?

In a hurry, Qingcao suddenly remembered that in autumn, Dazuo ate poisonous tung oil fruit, and then was treated by Gu and the others with a dung ladle, and she felt a lot more at ease.

He made up his mind right away, once he found that the Son of God was poisoned, he would immediately call someone over to serve him with dung.

So Qingcao stared at Han Cheng with wide eyes, not daring to blink for fear of missing something.

"Hahaha! Good! You did a good job, Qingcao!"

Under the close watch of Qingcao, after eating a little something that has never been seen before, he has been squatting there without moving, and the whole person is like the Han Dashen who has been casted by someone. Suddenly, he jumped from the ground. Standing up, and still laughing, he couldn't help praising Qingcao's ability.

In the joy and excitement, he also punched Qingcao's chest, shaking Qingcao's huge chest muscles.

Green Grass, who was about to ask someone to prepare a dung scoop, was a little stunned by the over-excited look of Han Dashenzi at this time.

Is God really alright?Why don't you call someone over to try with a dung ladle, after all, Shenzi's behavior at this time seems a little too abnormal.

Han Cheng also felt that his behavior was inappropriate, smiled embarrassingly, shook his hand, and after covering up his embarrassment, he continued to say happily: "Green grass, this is a very good, very good new food Ah, how did you find out?!"

It's no wonder that Han Cheng was so excited, this dumpling hung randomly on the branches as firewood, it is really a very good food.

This thing is tofu skin.

Tofu skin is indeed a very good ingredient, whether it is marinated with meat when marinating meat, or used to cook soup, or put some in it when eating hot pot, it tastes very good tasty.

Han Cheng knew that there was such a thing as tofu skin, and he also knew that tofu skin was made of soy milk, but unfortunately, he only knew how to make tofu, so he tried many times, but he still couldn't get the tofu skin out.

He had already given up on it with great regret, but he didn't expect that after Qingcao hurriedly called him over today, he saw the bean curd skin that he had no idea about.

Although these bean curd skins entangled on branches look too miserable compared to those neat tofu skins seen in later generations, but it is undeniable that they are tofu skins!

Qingcao didn't expect that the things she made unintentionally would be so valued by Shenzi. Under Han Cheng's questioning, she immediately began to tell how she discovered the tofu skin with an excited expression.

Through Qingcao's narration, Han Cheng gradually understood the ins and outs of the whole thing.

Things are easy to say.

Today, some people in the tribe are grinding tofu, Qingcao and another person are in charge of boiling the soy milk that has been filtered outside, then scoop tofu in a large tank, and scoop the tofu nao in the Sisi Fangfang, inside the box used to press tofu.

It so happened that after a pot of soy milk was boiled and scooped into the vat, the person in charge of ordering the tofu was in a hurry, and if he couldn't hold it back, he covered his stomach and rushed to the toilet in a hurry.

At this time, it was not time to cook, and there were only the two of them in the kitchen. Once the man left, only Qingcao was left alone and couldn't be busy at all.

They were adding firewood to the fire pond, and preparing the brine. They were in a hurry, and when they were about to pour the brine into it and order tofu, they found that there was a film on the surface of the soybean milk scooped in the big tank.

This kind of film was also found when ordering tofu before, leaving the boiled soy milk for a while.

In the past, I just poured the brine in without paying attention to it and stirred it, but this time it didn't work.

Because this time a lot of black ash fell on the film.

This is caused by a kind of grass stem with large leaves that was burned when the fire was fired just now.

After the leaves of this grass are burned, they will become light and flakes of grass ash, which can easily float in the house with the updraft formed by the fire.

In the past, when making tofu, Qingcao would pay attention not to burn firewood such as big-leaf grass, but this time because another person left, she was a little too busy by herself, so she forgot about it in a hurry.

There was so much grass ash on the soy milk, of course there was no way to continue to make tofu without paying attention to it, so the green grass was peeled off together with the upper layer of film, and it was thrown aside.

After finishing all the tasks, she suddenly discovered that the things she had thrown away had become hardened, and together they looked a bit like paper used by tribes.

This miraculous change is naturally beyond Qingcao's imagination, so after standing here and watching for a while, she hurried to find Han Cheng, the son of God...

After understanding the ins and outs of the matter, Han Cheng was both happy and a little helpless.

Happily, there has been a new food in the tribe since then. Unfortunately, he found that when he tried to make tofu skin, he was completely misled...

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The reason why Han Cheng was misled is simple to say.

Tofu skin, according to the literal meaning, is of course the outer layer of tofu.

When Han Cheng first tried to make tofu skin, he was working hard in this direction.

No matter how you try, it starts after the boiled soy milk is opened with brine.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible to make tofu skin. Even if you squeeze the tofu hard to squeeze out all the water in the tofu, you will get only dried tofu, not tofu skin. .

Now, after listening to Qingcao's story about how she made the tofu skin, Han Cheng suddenly understood!

It just so happened that the last pot of soy milk was not made into tofu, so Han Cheng decided to try to make tofu skin again according to Qingcao's description just now.

If it can be manufactured successfully, another item will be added to the tribe's ingredients.

Raw soy milk is poured into a clay pot, and after being heated by a flame, it becomes cooked soy milk.

The cooked soybean milk was scooped into the vat, and after a while, there was a solidified film on the surface.

Han Cheng stretched out his hand and wanted to take it out of the tank, but he gave up this attempt because it was too much to burn his hands.

If you can't do it by hand, you have to use tools, so Han Cheng brought a wooden shovel for turning vegetables.

Put the wooden shovel in from the edge of the pottery vat, lift it up slightly, and the whole unformed tofu skin will rise up, and the soy milk will drip.

Han Cheng picked it up with a wooden shovel, waited here for a while, let the soy milk on the tofu skin drip down, and then picked up the tofu skin to the side of the cleaned bamboo pole. superior.

Then start to put it on the bamboo pole.

It was this attempt that made Han Cheng give up his plan to pick out the tofu skin with a wooden shovel.