C151 Food for liu han

After Jiang Weimin finished the tofu brain, it was time to compress the tofu.

The bean curd in the wok was scooped into a wooden drawer, tied a knot, and placed a piece of wooden board with a bit of weight on it.

What was left was to wait for the tofu to take shape.

Zhao Xiangyun could finally heave a sigh of relief.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead and accidentally looked at Jiang Weimin