Wei Mo opened the shop and found the techniques for making tofu and making tofu.

Wei Mo bought both technologies, and after he learned both skills, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

He oversimplified things, assuming that tofu would be easy to make. Little did he know that there are many tools involved in making tofu alone.

But since the decision has already been made, it must be carried out no matter how difficult it is.

Wei Mo went out to find the old man and prepared to make things for the tofu workshop.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, come quick, I need your help."

Upon hearing Wei Mo's words, Grandpa Yu rushed over.

"What's wrong? Grandson, is something the matter?"

The old man seemed particularly excited because his eldest grandson always came up with some good ideas and suggestions.

"Grandpa, could you help me prepare some things? I'd like to make some tofu."

You know, the old man used to eat tofu before, and it was even available in his village before, but it's not available now.

However, those tools are not something a layperson can make.

"Tell me what you need, and Grandpa will go and prepare it for you right away."

The old man immediately replied after hearing Wei Mo's words.

Seeing his grandfather's support, Wei Mo looked at the old man, counting his little fingers and muttering to himself.

"I need a stone mill, some wood, some rope, a pot, and to rebuild a stove. Hmm, that's all! Oh, and some beans too!"

The old man took his eldest grandson's words to heart, nodded, and said to Wei Mo,

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Then the old man hurriedly walked out of the yard.

Wei Mo didn't concern himself with the specifics of the work, since he had no way of getting those things himself.

It's up to the old man. When Wei Ma saw the old man run out, she stopped what she was doing, stood up, and asked Wei Mo what was going on.

"Son? Where did your grandpa go? Why was he in such a hurry?"

Wei Mo had no choice but to tell his mother and several other aunts, grandmothers, and sisters about his idea of ​​making tofu.

"Little brother, are you going to make tofu? I like tofu, isn't it the white kind?"

Wei Xiaomin, in particular, was especially happy when she heard it was food and thought she had eaten it before. Qian Manman, who was next to her, was also very happy.

As a foodie, every kind of food can make her especially happy, so she couldn't help but ask Wei Mo.

"Little brat, are we making tofu now?"

Wei Mo could only nod to everyone. After chatting for a while, he returned to the courtyard to prepare some wooden materials for the tofu workshop.

Around noon, the old man cheerfully drove the oxcart into the courtyard. Wei Mo's eyes lit up when he saw the contents of the cart, and he asked,

"Grandpa, Grandpa, where did you get this stone mill? And this pot!"

The old man jumped off the oxcart, patted Wei Mo's little head, and said...

"I found this stone mill at the old tofu shop in town and got it from the town mayor. As for this iron pot, I bought it from the supply and marketing cooperative. In a little while, we'll use the leftover bricks from building the house a few days ago to build you a stove."

Looking at the tools, Wei Mo's eyes were full of surprise. He nodded to the old man and then rushed into his arms.

The old man quickly knelt down and picked Wei Mo up. Wei Mo gave the old man a big kiss on the cheek and said,

"Thank you, Grandpa. You're so kind."

The old man was overjoyed to hear his eldest grandson's praise, and Li Xiuxiu, who was standing nearby, quickly came over to help unload the oxcart.

After all, such a large millstone was impossible for others to handle, and even Li Xiuxiu only managed to unload the oxcart with the help of others.

The stone mill is the most important tool for making tofu; it is the most crucial tool for grinding soybeans into pulp.

After lunch, the family got busy setting up the equipment for Wei Mo's tofu workshop, with the old man stacking bricks to build the pots.

"This is none of Wei Mo's concern," Wei Mo said to Li Xiuxiu.

"Aunt Xiuxiu, we'll put the stone mill here in a bit, then we can grind soybean pulp and make soy milk."

Li Xiuxiu and Wei Ma nodded in agreement.

"Okay, okay."

Then everyone got busy, and even the two older sisters joined in the fun. As time passed and evening approached, the equipment for the tofu workshop was finally set up.

Before dinner, Wei Mo spoke to Li Xiuxiu, who was there before the New Year.

"Aunt Xiuxiu, go soak some beans later! Tomorrow we can have delicious soy milk and tender tofu."

Li Xiuxiu nodded upon hearing Wei Mo's words, and then asked,

"Little Wei Mo, how much should I brew later?"

Having never made tofu before, Li Xiuxiu didn't know how many beans to soak first. Wei Mo thought for a moment, then rested his chin on his small hand.

"Then let's soak ten pounds first! Remember to wash the beans before soaking them."

Li Xiuxiu nodded in agreement. And so, Li Xiuxiu quickly soaked the beans. After dinner, the whole family prepared to rest.

Li Xiuxiu brought the quilt that was drying outside into the house. Wei Mo felt a little awkward, since the quilt still belonged to Li Xiuxiu.

He now sleeps almost entirely on Li Xiuxiu's mattress, and he even urinated on it, leaving a large wet stain. Li Xiuxiu didn't mind; after laying the mattress back up, the two of them went to rest on the kang (heated brick bed).

Wei Mo's little hands and mouth had their own ideas again.

The next morning, Qian Manman ran to Wei Mo's door early and started knocking on the door.

After Li Xiuxiu was woken up, she opened the door. Qian Manman, somewhat embarrassed, said...

"Xiuxiu, I'm sorry to bother you. I've never made tofu before. I heard it requires getting up early to make it, so..."

Li Xiuxiu shook her head and said,

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll wake Wei Mo up first."

After they finished talking, the two went to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Seeing the naked Xiao Weimo, Li Xiuxiu gently nudged him to wake him up.

"What time is it? Aunt Xiuxiu, why are you up so early?"

Wei Mo was groggily woken up, rubbing his eyes. Qian Manman was absolutely charmed by Wei Mo's adorable little face.

He stepped forward, hugged Wei Mo in his arms, and kissed his little face.

Wei Mo was still half asleep and didn't notice anything amiss. He thought Li Xiuxiu was hugging him from the front, so he put his little hand inside Qian Manman's clothes.

Qian Manman, who had been ambushed, exclaimed in surprise.

"How old is this little brat? Why is he touching me like that! Aren't you ashamed? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Hearing Qian Manman's voice in his ear, Wei Mo also woke up with a start. Seeing Qian Manman's disobedient hand in front of him, he quickly withdrew it.

Wei Mo smiled awkwardly, broke free from Qian Manman's embrace, quickly put on his clothes, and then looked up at Qian Manman to ask,

"Aunt Manman, is something the matter? Why did you come so early?"

Qian Manman looked at Xiao Wei Mo in front of her and replied,

"Isn't it because you want to eat soy milk, drink soy milk, and eat tofu? I don't know how to make them, so I can only come to you to learn!"

Hearing about soy milk and tofu, Xiao Weimo's eyes lit up, realizing that today was the day he was going to make tofu.

Wei Mo quickly dressed and looked at Qian Manman beside him.

"Aunt Manman, why don't you fry some more dough sticks later? Dough sticks with soy milk are so delicious!"

Qian Manman nodded to the side, preparing to take Wei Mo's hand and go out. At this moment, Li Xiuxiu also finished dressing and followed the two into the kitchen.