The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

Xiao Qi was very curious and stared at Wei with his big round eyes.

"Aunt, why is tofu so firm when it's soft?"

Wei choked. She didn't know why this was the case. It was passed down this way by the older generation.

The reason why tofu is difficult to make is that in the past, people who knew how to make tofu said that tofu was pressed and was firm.

But looking at the soft tofu, who would believe it?

Wen Qingliu ignored the conversation between the two and picked up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth.

bah bah bah.

This is not tofu at all. It tastes like sand mixed with bean dregs in your mouth.

"What's wrong, fourth sister-in-law? Is it not delicious?"

Wei glanced at her and picked up a piece of tofu with doubt.

No problem, it’s the same as what I ate before.

Wen Qingliu is not a person who likes to eat tofu. It’s ok if it’s stewed, but she doesn’t like to eat it cut into pieces like this.

This time it was because I moved to a new house, so I ate this to have a good meaning.

I didn't expect that tofu in this era would be so unpalatable, with the bean dregs still in it.

"Sister-in-law, how much did you pay for this tofu?"

Wei looked at her suspiciously, then said, "Three cents a piece, five cents two pieces."

It tastes so bad, and it’s not cheap.

Three cents is enough to stir-fry two plates of vegetables when the weather is good there.

When Wen Qingliu returned to his room at night, he jumped up from the bed with a start.

They won't do it, but she will.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly took out the soybeans from the kitchen, washed them twice and soaked them in water.

The next morning, Wen Qingliu went to find Lin Daxian and hitched a ox cart to the town.

He bought a small stone mill for only five taels of silver, and went to a carpenter's workshop to make a tofu mold.

Everything is ready.

After thinking about it, she went to the cloth shop and bought some cloth.

The boss gave her a teasing look. After all, this kind of translucent fabric would only be bought by people from those places.

At noon, everything was ready and Lin Daxian drove a ox cart to take her back.

"I'll help you move it."

"Thank you, Brother Daxian."

Inside the house, Wen Zhu, who heard the sound, ran out immediately and together with Lin Daxian, moved the small stone mill onto the table.

After finishing his work, Lin Daxian drove back.

"Fourth brother's wife, why did you buy this stone mill? Are you going to make something to eat?"

Qiu touched the millstone with some curiosity.

In fact, Wen Qingliu had even forgotten about the existence of stone mills, otherwise he would not have relied solely on stone mortars when making lotus root powder.

"Sister-in-law, I want to try making some tofu. Can you help me wash this cloth?"

"Then cut out two square pieces of cloth about this size."

Wen Qingliu spoke and gestured at the same time, and Qiu naturally agreed. After cutting the cloth, she sewed the edges to prevent it from unraveling.

Then I washed it in clean water and found out that it was cooked by my fourth brother's wife.

Naturally, it is impossible to use soapberries.

She washed it several times with clean water, squeezed out the water, and walked towards Wen Qingliu with it.

Seeing Qingliu adding beans and turning the millstone, Qiu called Cui.

"Come here, Fourth Sister-in-law, Third Sister-in-law is very strong, Third Sister-in-law will help you grind it."

"Thank you, sister-in-law, but let's forget it."

Hearing this, Cui pretended to be angry and immediately frowned.

"What are you doing? You are alienating yourself from your third sister-in-law."

Wen Qingliu immediately shook his head.

"You haven't even completed the first trimester yet, so don't disturb the fetus. This is something I can do."

Fetus, fetal gas?

When Qiu heard this, she opened her mouth in surprise.

"Lulu, you, you are pregnant!"

Cui was a little stunned. Was she pregnant? But she didn't know.

Could it have happened the night we moved into our new home?

I wanted a child so much before but couldn’t have one, but now it comes so easily, right?

Cui Lu looked at Wen Qingliu in disbelief, and subconsciously placed his palm on his lower abdomen.

"Qing Liu, am I really going to have a child?"

Wen Qingliu nodded and said, "It's true, but it's too early now. Even if we ask a doctor to take a look, he may not be able to find anything."

Cui shook her head repeatedly and said, "No, there is no need to call a doctor. I trust you."

There was a clang, the sound of a hoe falling to the ground.

Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from and found that it was two brothers who had returned at some point.

Zhao Zhiquan was so excited that he even forgot to pick up the hoe that had fallen to the ground.

He walked to his sisters-in-law hand in hand, looking at his wife's belly with excitement.

Cui Lu blushed at the fiery and straightforward gaze.

"Yes, wife, go and take a rest."

Zhao Zhiquan looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the graphite on the table.

"Fourth brother's wife wants to grind this, right? Come on, let Third Brother help you."

Having said that, he took the handle from Wen Qingliu without saying a word.

He started to think about it.

Wen Qingliu found it a little funny and kept adding soaked beans and water into the hole.

The first bowl of soy milk that is ground is a bit sticky, that's because the dregs have not been filtered yet.

Wen Qingliu brought out a large basin and placed it underneath.

"Second sister-in-law, hold the four corners of this piece of cloth with me,"

"Sister-in-law, put the soy milk in a bowl and pour it onto this cloth."

The two sisters-in-law responded and each performed their duties.

At the beginning, the soy milk flowed into the large basin below.

There was some bean dregs left on the cloth.

But after filtering a basin of soy milk, there was a lot of bean dregs on the cloth.

Wen Qingliu squeezed it again to make sure not a drop of soy milk was wasted.

"So what can we do with the remaining bean dregs?"

"After frying until dry, add some salt and it becomes fried bean dregs. You can eat it, but the taste won't be very good."

"Or you can feed it to your livestock at home. Chickens and ducks will eat it."

After hearing what she said, Wei kept half of it and prepared to try making fried bean dregs.

The other half was scattered in the small space in the yard.

If chickens and ducks can be eaten, dogs should be able to eat it too.

The three wolves looked at each other, then finally walked over, rolled a little bit of it with their tongues and put it into their mouths.

It seems a bit fragrant, but it’s still not as delicious as meat.

The soy milk was boiled over high heat. Soon, a layer of yellow substance appeared on the surface.

Wen Qingliu reached out and grabbed it. As long as she moved fast enough, Tang wouldn't be able to touch him.

After the soy milk is served and cooled, it can be seasoned with brine.

In fact, this brine is sold in grocery stores, but not only do people not know what it is, even the store owner may not know.

But there are always people who come to buy it, so I keep it.

Wen Qingliu guessed that those who often bought tofu should all know how to make tofu, and they might even be a family.

After all, at this time, Uyghur tofu can be said to be a family craft.

When the soy milk starts to coagulate, Wen Qingliu stops adding brine and continues to stir it evenly.

It didn't take long for it to completely solidify.

The solidified tofu is not tofu, but just tofu pudding.

Take out some and make a stew and you can eat it.

Place the remaining pieces into the cloth-lined mould.

Place it on a large basin, put a basin of water on it, and press it tightly to make tofu.