The Princess of Northern Land

"Let's eat this rice porridge together." Lin Ziyin quickly poured some rice porridge to Lin Yanzhi, Lin Changting and the old man before everyone could react. Of course, he also left a little at the bottom of his own bowl.

"What are you doing?" Lin Zige was anxious.

"Oh." Guo Huiniang was also stunned.

"I said my health is really much better. From now on, I will eat the same food as everyone else. If you make food for me alone again, I won't eat it." Lin Ziyin said firmly, "I will eat the same food as you."

"Your body..." Lin Changshu was moved and excited.

"Forget it, let's eat." The old man glanced at Lin Ziyin and then spoke.

The younger generation looked at each other and saw Lin Ziyin adding bean paste and starting to eat, so everyone had to sit down and continue eating.

"It's delicious." Lin Yanzhi was so young that he always exclaimed exaggeratedly when he ate rice grains that were almost inedible.

The cheerful voice made Guo Huiniang and Lin Ziyin feel sour in their hearts.

"Grandpa, let's make some tofu ourselves." Seeing that it was noon, the family could only eat wild vegetables. Although wild vegetables are a good thing in modern times, Lin Ziyin can bet anyone that anyone who eats wild vegetables on the table will probably have a hard time swallowing them.

It's not that Lin Zige's cooking skills are not good, but because this dish of wild vegetables is really short of salt and oil. To be precise, there is almost no oil or water in the dish.

"What tofu?" Lin Zige asked in confusion, and Guo Huiniang and others also looked up at her.

Lin Ziyin was stunned. Doesn't everyone know what tofu is? No, tofu has been around since the Han Dynasty, so it has a long history.

But then she thought that she was coming to a dynasty that had never happened before in history, and she suddenly felt relieved.

"Sister, how can you eat beans?" Lin Ziyin asked.

"You can make bean buns, bean paste, and bean cakes." Lin Zige replied sheepishly.

"Are there a lot of beans here?" Lin Ziyin smelled business opportunities from her words. If there were no bean products at this time, she could make a small fortune from beans and also take the opportunity to improve her family life.

"Of course there are many. Rich people feed beans to horses and cows, but we eat them as our staple food," the old man replied.

"Is the oil we eat all lard?" Lin Ziyin asked tentatively again.

"Yes." Lin Zige replied readily, not knowing why she suddenly became interested in things in the kitchen.

"Then the monks in the temple also eat meat oil?" Lin Ziyin was curious.

She has also found out in the past few days that less than ten miles from here is Ding'an Temple, a relatively famous large temple in several countries.

I heard that many businessmen traveling from north to south would go there to offer incense.

"The monks in the temple only eat vegetables cooked in plain water." The old man answered. He often sent firewood to the temple and knew the things inside quite clearly.

Lin Ziyin was overjoyed when he heard this. In this way, he had another way to make money.

"Grandpa, brother, can you buy me a small millstone? And then find me a set of carpenter's tools?" Lin Ziyin asked.

"What do you want these things for?" Lin Zige was shocked. His family was very poor and there was no money to buy a millstone.

"I'm useful. If you can't buy a millstone, you can even borrow it from someone else's house for a few days." Lin Ziyin said.

She has no idea yet. Making tofu requires water quality and salt brine. She is not very sure whether it can be done well. In order not to disappoint her family too much, she decided to keep it secret for the time being.