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Thinking about soybeans, Jiaoniang woke up very early. Yesterday's leftovers were fed to the chickens with chopped wild vegetables. He went to the kitchen to see that the soybeans in the basin were soaked to the brim. He pinched one of the skin and it fell off. It was done.

The soybeans were not heavy, but Jiaoniang found it difficult to carry such a big bowl of water, let alone move it to the village mill. Only then did Jiaoniang realize that it was good to have a man at home.

Otherwise, she wouldn't even dare to seek for the help of others, afraid that others would find trouble with her.

After hesitating for a long time, Jiaoniang stood in the yard. The morning mist had not dispersed yet. If Ye Xuan could help her move over, no one would be able to see her.

Not long later, Ye Xuan went out to the back mountain. Jiaoniang immediately stopped him, "Brother Ye, can you help me with something?"

The woman's voice was like an oriole crying softly, piercing through the mist. Ye Xuan stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiaoniang was delighted and pointed at the ground. "Can you help me move this bowl of soybeans to the mill? I want to make tofu. "

Bean? Ye Xuan looked to where her finger pointed. A big bowl of soybeans weighed at least fifty catties. Jiaoniang's small body was not more than a hundred, so it was understandable that she couldn't carry it.

He walked over, squatted down, picked it up and walked towards the mill.

Jiaoniang immediately followed behind him and peeked at Ye Xuan out of the corner of her eyes.

This man was at least 1.9 meters tall. His long, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes were clearly outlined. If he were to be placed in the village, he would at least be considered as a villager, right? He didn't know what was wrong, but he still hadn't gotten married yet. If I were to say that the man at this moment doesn't want a wife, it would probably be a question of the lower half of his body …

Jiaoniang's eyes flashed by and felt some sympathy for Ye Xuan. She thought that if she had the ability in the future, she would definitely find a good doctor for Ye Xuan to see, so she was grateful to him.

The two of them did not meet any villagers along the way. Jiaoniang thought that they were too early, so she did not wake up. However, she did not know that Ye Xuan's hearing ability was astounding.

When they arrived at the mill, Jiaoniang looked at the huge millstone and was stunned. She tried pushing it and tried to grind the millstone into a motionless state.

She laughed dryly and looked at Ye Xuan, who had yet to leave, "Um, Brother Ye, how about you …"

Ye Xuan was expressionless. He lowered his head and stared at her, "Move aside."

Frightened by the cold aura on Ye Xuan's body, Jiaoniang quickly retreated to the second tier.

The heavy stone in his hand was like a child's toy and was easily pushed forward. Ye Xuan's hand was as big as a fan and his joints were clear. When he used strength, his muscles and veins could be clearly seen.

Jiaoniang stood beside him, adding some beans and some water. The soy milk flowed down the edge of the millstone into the bucket, and the two of them remained silent.

Jiaoniang wanted to break the silence, but she didn't know what to say.

"What are you doing?" Ye Xuan's low voice sounded beside her ear. Jiaoniang acted like she just woke up from a dream and covered up as she added a handful of beans, "I want to make a dish called tofu."

"Tofu? "What is it?"

"I've heard my husband say before that the tofu in the book is white and clean, and the taste is smooth and tender. I've always kept that in mind, but I don't know if it'll work."

"Oh."

The sun gradually rose and the morning mist dissipated. Taking a deep breath, his lungs felt extremely fresh.

Ye Xuan put the last handful of beans in the basin, then suddenly sped up. When the beans turned into pulp, he ran out and disappeared without a trace.

After a while, they heard voices coming from outside. Jiaoniang pretended to be out of breath and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Yo, why is Jiaoniang up so early?" The person who arrived was a tall woman in the village, who brought her daughter-in-law along. When she saw the steam rising from the white and tender broth in the bucket beside Jiaoniang, she excitedly said, "I say, why did you smell a fragrance just now? What are you doing?"

After sweeping the dregs into the basin, Jiaoniang replied, "I'm making tofu."

Sure enough, the two of them were attracted by the name she mentioned, "What is tofu? "You can eat it?"

Jiaoniang's words piqued their curiosity. Lin Xiuxiu was the only Elementary Scholar in their village, and she studied at home every day, so she probably knew more than most people in the village.

When the iron was hot, Jiaoniang gave them different ways to eat tofu. The wife and daughter-in-law listened with great interest.

He put down the grains he had to grind and followed Jiaoniang to her house with a bucket of soy milk. They could grind the noodles at any time, but tofu was a rare item, and they didn't want to miss an opportunity to enjoy the show.

When they saw that Jiaoniang and her wife from the Old Lin Family were following them, they asked them why they knew each other. This daughter-in-law just told them that Lin Xiucai had left a tofu recipe behind and they wanted to see how the tofu was done, so when Jiaoniang arrived home, she had already been followed by a bunch of villagers who came to watch the fun.

The women carried their own stools and sat on the roots of the trees in Jiaoniang's yard without any stools, sewing in their hands, while the children ran around in groups, playing outside.

As soon as she got home, Jiaoniang went to the kitchen to raise the fire. She filtered the bean juice with the white linen cloth she bought and poured it into the pot to simmer. After a while, the fragrance of the bean juice wafted over the small yard and began to smell a little astringent.

Dense white soy milk was boiling within the pot. The surrounding villagers were amazed. They normally ate soy beans, but they didn't know that there was such a method.

Old Third, his wife, the woman who brought back Jiaoniang's soy milk, was responsible for lighting the fire. Jiaoniang threw away the foam, and as the fire gradually became smaller, she added a ladle of water into the wok and stirred it.

Next, Jiaoniang took out the acid she concocted last night and poured it into the soy milk, stirring it evenly with a spoon … Not long after, the soy milk gradually solidified before being broken apart by the stirring.

Jiaoniang scooped up a big bowl of soy sauce and placed it on top of the sugar bowl. "This is the bean sprout."

After passing the beans into Old Third Aunt Lin's hands, she scooped one spoonful and put it in her mouth, saying that it would melt in the mouth at once. Just as she put it in her mouth, before she could chew it, it entered her stomach.

She was also a diligent daughter-in-law. After marrying into her family for a few years, she had her own complaints and even gave birth to two large and fat children. Thinking of this, she handed the bowl over to him, "Little River's mother, taste it."

The young woman scooped up a spoonful of the beans. The soft and tender flowers in the spoon swayed back and forth, as if they would fall out at any moment. She hurriedly put it into her mouth, a taste that she had never tasted before blossoming on her tongue.

"Little River's mother, give me a taste as well."

"Let me have a taste of what it is."

"Mother, Mother!" I want to try it too! "

There were a lot of onlookers, but Jiaoniang only had two or three bowls at her house. It was not enough to split all of them, so she could only give each of them a taste.

The pea blossoms that had just been cooked emitted the strongest fragrance from the soybeans. Even though it was only soy sauce, it was an indescribably wonderful taste in this era of monotonous ingredients.