Dressed as a farm girl, she randomly cheats and makes the whole family happy

After carefully observing Zhao Mianmian's movements for a while, Wuyang felt itchy hands and wanted to shake them.

"Let me try it."

Wu Yang looked expectant, and Zhao Mianmian stepped aside half a step, "Come and try."

It looks like a simple action, but it is actually a bit difficult to do it in practice.

Brute force is not enough, it requires skill.

Wu Yang shook the wooden board a few times and found that it was not obeying the instructions at all and could not find the rhythm.

Zhao Changfu was guiding from the side, "How about a larger range?"

Wu Yang did as he was told, but the result was so big that he almost spilled the water in the cotton cloth.

Zhao Changfu instructed again, "Slow down a little, and it won't spill out if you go a little slower."

Wu Yang did as he was told again, but he couldn't sprinkle it like this, but he couldn't shake it at all.

Zhao Changfu scratched his head and asked, "How about a little faster?"

Wu Yang asked back, "Have you ever done this?"

Zhao Changfu said matter-of-factly, "I must have done it before, otherwise how would I tell you?"

Wu Yang didn't believe it at all, "Really? You know it?"

Zhao Changfu chuckled, "Just because I've done it before doesn't mean I can do it."

"I can't shake it well either."

Wu Yang was a little speechless, "Then you are still here giving blind instructions."

Zhao Changfu scratched his head and said, "It seems quite easy."

Zhao Mianmian smiled and said: "You will get it after just a few more tries, don't be anxious."

“It’s not just the wrist that needs to be used, the whole arm has to be used.”

"It looks easy, but it takes a while to master the technique."

Wu Yang calmed down and was not in a hurry to learn, and adjusted little by little according to Zhao Mianmian's guidance.

Slowly, I found a little rhythm.

"Hey! I think I know how to do it!"

This thing is like enlightenment. Once you master the skills, you will become more and more comfortable.

Wu Yangyue

As he became more proficient at shaking, one person filtered a bucket of soy milk twice.

It seems like an easy job, but it becomes tiring after a long time.

My waist hurts after being bent over for a long time, and my arms also feel a little sore.

"Okay, okay, what's the next step?"

Zhao Mianmian carried the bucket to the kitchen.

"Follow me."

"The next step is to add some bile water to make beancurd, and then press it into tofu."

Wu Yang moved his arms and followed.

“Sounds like a lot of steps to go!”

Zhao Changan rubbed his hands excitedly, "Are you going to eat tofu pudding for lunch?"

"The bean curd is delicious!"

"Bean curd?" Wu Yang has never eaten bean curd.

"Is it the same as tofu?"

Zhao Changan was even more confused, "Brother Yang, have you never eaten beancurd?"

Wu Yang shook his head. This was really the first time he had heard of it. He had only eaten tofu.

Zhao Changan, "No, brother Yang, how are you living in the capital?"

Wu Yang thought for a while. In the capital, every dish was exquisite. Many of them he couldn't even name, but they were just delicious anyway.

Before coming to Zhao's house, he wasn't that particular about food, nor was he that enthusiastic.

You don’t even have to think about what you eat every day.

Although he didn't cook after staying at Zhao's house, he felt very involved.

Li Yuebai and Zhao Mianmian need to research new dishes and make new dishes according to recipes.

Everyone is carefully asked for their opinion on the dishes they try for the first time.

Only then did Wu Yang start to wonder what was so delicious and what kind of taste he wanted to eat.

Sometimes when I suddenly want to eat something, I will take the initiative to say it.

"It's a good day, but I've never eaten bean curd. This is the first time I've heard of it."

Zhao Changan chuckled, "Then you can have it at noon."

"But I heard that some people like to eat sweet bean curds, and some like to eat salty ones."

"But our

They are all spicy. "

"Brother Yang, you can try several flavors. Eat whatever you think is delicious."

After saying that, he leaned close to Wu Yang and whispered, "I don't discriminate."

Wu Yang laughed, "Are you still discriminating?"

Zhao Changan waved his hand, "I won't do it."

"I just heard that people who like sweet things and people who like salty things will quarrel."

Wu Yang asked: "Do you all eat spicy food?"

Zhao Changan said, "That's not true. The main reason is that the taste here is spicy."

"I grew up eating beancurd dipped in hot sauce."

The two walked while talking. When they entered the room, Zhao Mianmian took a spoon and started ordering bean curds.

Wu Yang was immediately attracted attention.

"What kind of water is this bile water?"

Zhao Mianmian didn't know this either, so his hand stopped for a moment.

"I don't understand either. I just know what to do. Put the bile water on the side of the spoon, and then mix the bile water into the soy milk in a circle."

"After a while, the bean blossoms will float, like small cotton wool."

Wu Yang nodded, he didn't have to understand it, he just did it anyway.

After the bile water was mixed in, after waiting for a while, small pieces of white bean curd like cotton wadding appeared.

It's just so scattered that I can't pick it up with chopsticks.

When it was almost done, Zhao Mianmian took a look at the basin, which was a small bamboo basket.

"Here, Ah Yang, take this."

Wu Yang took the bucket and said, "Do you want to pick it up? Use this one?"

Zhao Mianmian also had a dustpan and a small bowl in her hand.

"You look at it, like this."

Zhao Mianmian placed the dustpan in her hand flat in the basin. It quickly sank down, pressing down the loose bean curds. There were many gaps in the bamboo basket, allowing water to pass through, but the bean curds could not.

Take.

In this way, the concave surface of the Shao Kei will have separated water, and then use a small bowl to scoop out the water.

Wu Yang understood. This could get out the excess water and make the beancurd firmer.

"I understand, let's try it first."

Wu Yang followed suit, and Zhao Mianmian was very satisfied and reminded: "Don't press too hard, it will fall apart."

"Be gentle, the tofu pudding will become tender when you eat it."

Wu Yang got started quickly, and Zhao Mianmian was relieved to prepare the tools for pressing tofu.

Save some tofu for lunch, and use some to make tofu. You also need to press it more tightly and find something heavy to press it on.

Wu Yang looked at it and called Zhao Mianmian to come and see.

Zhao Mianmian praised: "Ah Yang is so awesome! She did a great job."

Wu Yang was praised and showed off to Zhao Changfu, "Did you hear that? I'm very powerful."

"I think I have a talent for it."

Zhao Changfu touched his chin and said, "Brother Yang, if you are good at it, you can compete with the old man who sells tofu in the county for business."

"I also think you are the material."

Wu Yang really thought about whether to open a tofu shop. He had so many shops that he couldn't even remember them, and he didn't know if any of them sold tofu.

If not, you can open one.

Zhao Mianmian divided a bowl out separately and steamed it for lunch.

The rest was poured into a square mold, wrapped in cotton cloth, pressed on a wooden board, and weighed down with heavy objects.

"Okay, it should be ready by the time we have lunch."

"You can make soy tofu in the afternoon."

Wu Yang squatted aside and watched, quite feeling a sense of accomplishment.

In comparison, I grind the beans myself, filter the bean dregs, and press the bean paste.

Involved in so many steps and watched a bowl

Wu Yang felt a sense of satisfaction just waiting to be steamed in the pot and the tofu being pressed into shape.

"I want to eat more for lunch. It's my first time to make bean curd."

As soon as the family was finished, Mrs. Zhao and Mr. Zhao came back.

Mr. Zhao sighed when he walked in. Mrs. Zhao didn't have a particularly big expression. She saw Douhua first when she entered the door.

"Hey, the bean curd this time is good. It's made from new beans, so it's whiter."

Wu Yang immediately went to claim credit, "Nai, I've done a lot!"

Then he told Mrs. Zhao what he had done.

Mrs. Zhao smiled and praised, "We, Yang, are amazing!"

Zhao Changan paid more attention to Mr. Zhao's sigh when he came in.

"Grandpa, what did the village chief say? What happened to the Ma family?"

Mr. Zhao sat down and took a sip of water. His tone was very regretful and emotional, "Oh, the Ma family is indeed too partial."