"Dad, I'm hungry."

"There are some snacks on the table. You should eat some first and put it on the table. The Stove Lord is eating, so don't disturb him. When he is done eating, he will give us food."

"Well, Dad, do you want some snacks?"

"Get me some glutinous rice sticks and a pack of sesame candy."

The little girl fluttered to the table, climbed on the stool first, picked up the hot water bottle, poured two cups of tea, opened the wrapping paper of each pastry, grabbed a little from each and stuffed it into her pocket.

Wrap the pastry again.

First, he put two cups of tea on another stool, then jumped off the stool, holding two cups of tea and walked back to Nan Yi, "Dad, here you go."

"Well, be good."

Nan Yi took the tea cup and placed it on the low stool on the side. He took out two pieces of dried bamboo shoots from the bucket on the side and sandwiched them between a moso bamboo that was more than one meter long, about 40 centimeters of which was split in half.

Only about one centimeter of the bamboo shoots are exposed outside the moso bamboo, and then the two halves are tied tightly with a rope. Poke one end of the moso bamboo on the ground, hold the other end against your chest, hold a small plane in your hand, and

Pluck the bamboo shoots one at a time.

The dried bamboo shoots were shaved into thin slices similar to those of mutton-boiled meat and fell from the bamboo, falling right into a wooden basin below.

After the bamboo shoots are exposed, untie the rope on the bamboo shoots, push the bamboo shoots out a little, tie them tightly, and continue to plan.

The thin slices are called bamboo shoots. After frying, they taste very good. They are completely different from the bamboo shoots sliced ​​with a kitchen knife.

People who eat it for the first time will only find it delicious and will not think that the bamboo shoots are actually made of bamboo shoots.

Planing bamboo shoots requires water grinding, and you must have certain skills. Otherwise, the thickness of the bamboo shoots will vary and the taste will not be very good.

The little girl ate a few mouthfuls of glutinous rice sticks and a piece of hibiscus cake. She took a sip from her teacup, smacked her lips, and then continued to eat other snacks.

His little eyes followed the plane in Nan Yi's hand, as if full of interest.

"Dad, are you tired? Can you let me try?"

"No, it's a good thing to have the courage to try, but you also have to act within your ability. Plowing bamboo shoots may seem simple, but in fact it requires skills. You are still too young to use it."

"Oh, is that so?"

"That's it. Eat less snacks. They are all sweet and will cause tooth decay."

"But I'm not full yet."

"Then go get some fried rice."

"Dad, fried rice doesn't taste good without sugar."

"Ghost clever, you still picked out the food, forget it, it's the festival now, I'll be merciful and let you continue to eat snacks."

"Hehehe, dad, you are so kind."

The little girl laughed playfully and continued eating snacks.

After the bamboo shoots are dug, Nan Yi has about the same time to think about it. It is time for the Stove Lord to finish enjoying his tribute.

He packed up his things, walked to the stove, picked up a bowl of wine and scattered it on the ground, bowed to the Stove God again, poured the remaining two glasses of wine back into the wine pot, and put the other sacrifices into the food box.

, leaving only two bowls of glutinous rice balls.

"There are twelve glutinous rice balls in total, six sweet and six salty. How many sweet and salty do you want?"

"Two sweet ones and one salty one." Nan Ruoping thought for a while and said.

"Take it."

Nan Yi poured over two bowls of glutinous rice balls and handed the smaller bowl to Nan Ruoping.

Gududu, the two of them ate the glutinous rice balls, and Nan Yi's stomach was seventy percent full. Later, he would bring down the old Stove Lord statue, and wait for New Year's Eve to bring a new one into the shrine.

Twenty-four, dust-sweeping day.

Two people, one large and one small, tidied up the entire house and washed out everything that needed to be dismantled and washed.

Twenty-five, grind tofu.

Today is the day when the Jade Emperor comes to the human world for a private visit incognito after listening to the report of the Kitchen God.

In order to help the Stove Lord hide it, every household would eat tofu dregs to show their diligence and frugality.

Before dawn, Nan Yi woke Nan Ruobing up.

The beans soaked yesterday have swollen and have enough moisture to be ground.

Carrying the beans to the brigade's mill, Nan Yi grinded the beans himself, while Nan Ruoping was responsible for adding the beans. Within a few hours, the beans were ground into a white paste.

Carrying the bucket home, first filter the white paste through a bag made of gauze. What remains in the gauze bag is tofu residue, and what flows out is tofu water.

Place an eight-cent full pot of water in a large iron pot on the stove, bring it to a boil, and pour the filtered water into the pot.

Stir slowly to let it heat evenly.

As time went by, the water in the pot turned milky white. When the water in the pot boiled again, Nan Yi took out a bowl, put a little soy sauce and chopped green onion in the bowl, and scooped out the soy milk from the pot.

"Take and drink."

Nan Ruoping, who was sitting there to light the fire, took the bowl, blew on it and took a sip, "It's so delicious, Dad, it's better than the soy milk in Beijing."

"Of course, the ones sold outside are mixed with a lot of water, so why can't they be as fine as those made by dad?"

With that said, Nan Yi opened another jar and poured a little bit of the turbid-looking juice from the jar into a bowl. When it was almost done, he stopped.

Grab the bowl and pour the juice inside into the pot little by little, stirring as you pour.

As the juice is poured into the pot, the soy milk begins to condense and turns into lumps of tofu curd, which is tofu curd.

At this time, Nan Yi scooped up a bowl of tofu pudding for himself, and drank it directly without adding anything.

"Well, that's what it tastes like!" Nan Yi exclaimed happily.

"Dad, does it taste good?"

The little girl had finished drinking the soy milk and was thinking about the tofu pudding again.

"It definitely doesn't taste good to you. It tastes a bit similar to soybean juice."

The salt-braised tofu pudding tastes a bit strong and sour, not as pure as soy milk.

If the tofu sold outside is braised with salt, because it is not to get the final tofu, there will be very little salt brine and it will not taste sour.

The sour taste is actually an illusion. To be more precise, it should be bitter.

"Hey, what a pity. What a wonderful pot of soy milk."

"If you are a big kid, take out a few pieces of wood and the fire will become smaller."

"oh."

As the fire becomes smaller, the fat and protein in the pot begin to float and then slowly solidify.

What is condensed is rotten clothes.

Nan Yi took out a straw that had been cleaned in advance and passed it under Fu Yi. Holding the two ends of the straw, he lifted a piece of Fu Yi out of the pot and hung it on a rope that had been pulled in advance.

After picking more than a dozen slices, the rotten food stopped condensing in the pot. It was time to start the pot, otherwise it would be overcooked.

A few stools were used to set up a simple shelf, and Nan Ruoping held a large bag made of gauze with his hands. Nan Yi scooped the tofu pudding into the gauze bag with a spoonful of water.

The bean curd will remain in the gauze bag, and the water will be drained out and drip into the large basin under the shelf; when the pot is scooped out, Nan Yi will pinch the mouth of the gauze bag tightly and cover it with a wooden pot

Press it gently to squeeze out more water.

When the water is almost squeezed out, tie the bag tightly, put a cutting board under the bag, put a wooden pot lid on the bag, and put two small bluestone slabs on the pot lid to increase the squeezing force.

Press for a while, wait for it to cool, and the tofu will take shape.

The water just drained out will condense into sparse tofu residue again; relying on the residual temperature, the fragrance is already coming from the pot, and inside is a large tofu crispy rice cake.

Use a spatula to shovel it down, add some chili pepper and stir-fry the garlic later, and it will become a spicy fried tofu crispy rice cake with a unique flavor. This is the best dish to go with wine.

Put some egg white on the tofu residue and stir-fry it with chili pepper and garlic leaves. The taste is not bad. This dish can also be eaten in some restaurants in later generations.

The restaurant will also give this dish a humorous name - Woman Forty.
Chapter completed!