Because it was her first time making tofu, for safety reasons, she only prepared two pounds of soybeans for soaking, and then took out the stone mill she had bought in advance.

Originally thinking that Shen Jia was going to cook beans today, Shen's mother was a little surprised. "Jia Niang, what are you planning to do? Such a big event."

Shen Jia's ears twitched slightly. "My daughter seems to remember reading something in a book before and wants to try to imitate it."

"Your father once told me that you enjoyed reading a wide variety of books. I never thought you had such a wide range of interests."

"I have nothing to do, so I just read some random books to kill time."

However, Mother Shen did not hold much hope in her heart, because how could such a good thing wait until they discovered it?

They just regarded Shen Jia's actions today as fun. Their family had been really busy these past few days.

Fuqiu, who was standing by, had already made preparations according to Shen Jia's arrangements. She originally wanted to push the mill herself, but Shen Jia said that he was stronger and it would be better for him to do it himself.

Not only her, everyone has noticed that Shen Jia often does some strange things in the morning.

According to her, it is possible to exercise. After several months of exercise, her body now looks much stronger than before. She even gets up early to run, and Fuqiu also ran with her for a few days.

Comparing the two people standing together, judging by their spirit and body shape, Shen Jia looks more like someone who is used to doing odd jobs.

Fuqiu couldn't resist Shen Jia and had to take over the task of putting the beans. Shen Yue, who was standing by, watched the two of them having such a good time that she felt uncomfortable even picking the vegetables.

"You only need to put a small spoonful each time. Wait until all the beans are in the hole, then you can continue to add more."

"Okay, Jia Niang."

The two of them had a tacit understanding. As Shen Jia's hands moved, a stream of light yellow slurry slowly flowed from the millstone into the wooden basin below.

A faint aroma of soybeans also permeated the yard.

"Jia Niang, you know what, this smells pretty good."

"Since you like it, we can boil the ground soy milk directly later. It will definitely taste good."

"But didn't you say you were using all this for experiments? There are so many of us, and if each of us gets a bowl, this half basin of soy milk will be gone."

"It's okay. We're just adjusting the proportions this time. If it works, we can make more next time."

Hearing that the two of them seemed to be unable to see other people, Shen Yue felt uncomfortable again. Looking at the selected dishes, she stomped her feet and went back to the kitchen.

The two people in the yard acted as if they didn't hear anything and continued with their work.

Because of her current status, Shen's mother decided to cultivate the cooking skills of the girls in the family. It is not a good thing for a poor family not to know how to cook. For the future, everyone must go into the kitchen every day.

Now Shen Jia and Fuqiu were also preparing food, so naturally other things fell on Shen Yue's head.

The kitchen was filled with smoke. After these days of silent transformation by Shen Jia, Shen's mother's cooking skills were barely edible. Burning and smoking were common, so the kitchen was naturally not a quiet place.

“Cough cough cough!”

Everyone is accustomed to the occasional coughing sound.

"Jia Niang, what new things are you doing?"

Shen Yu, who had gone out to find a craftsman to renovate the house, just came back and saw the sweat on his daughter's head and her slightly trembling arms. He immediately ran up to her, pushed Shen Jia's hands away, and continued to grind the mill for her.

"Dad, we are researching a new food. Doesn't it smell good?"

Chen Yu, who was standing next to the stone mill, naturally smelled the fragrance as well. "What kind of beans are these? They smell pretty good."

"It's soybeans. They can help you stay full, but if you eat too much, you'll get bloated. But if you change them into something else, that won't happen."

"Really? Then Dad will wait."

Shen Yu, who felt that he could help his daughter, was so absorbed in pushing the mill that he could not extricate himself. Because he was pushing too fast, he was reminded by Shen Jia once before he could continue with his movements steadily.

Thanks to the help of the two, Shen Jia is now going to mix his own gypsum water to see how much gypsum water is needed to solidify the soy milk made from a pound of soybeans, as well as the different proportions of old tofu and tender tofu.

He took out the bowls and chopsticks from home, and then took out his own lime powder, and started mixing it alone next to the well.

Here, Chen Yu and Fuqiu have almost ground their soy milk, and it's really a small basin, which is definitely enough for the Shen family to have a meal.

"Jia Niang, we've finished grinding here, what should we do next?"

Shen Yu asked Shen Jia, who was still at the well with his back to him.

"Pour the soy milk into a clean pot and bring to a boil over low heat."

Shen Jia was almost ready and hurried over with his things. Shen Yu, who was self-conscious, immediately picked up the wooden basin filled with soy milk and walked into the messy kitchen.

This was his first time entering the kitchen, and the scene before him was truly unforgettable. His wife, who had always been dignified and reserved in his impression, was now like a little cat, constantly stirring the vegetables in the pot.

His heart was filled with bitterness. The picture of himself making a living that he had imagined was not like this.

Looking at the motionless Father Shen, Shen Jia and Fuqiu who were following behind looked at each other and felt very strange. Isn't it tiring to hold things in your hands all the time?

"Dad, why don't you go in?"

"Oh oh oh, go in right away, go in right away."

The noise at the door also reached the ears of the two people inside. Looking at the person who came, they felt that they were covered in smoke and moved away embarrassedly.

Especially Shen's mother, she suddenly felt that she was completely unable to face people, because after cooking every day, she would wash and dress up before sitting at the table to eat together.

Now it was as if the mask had suddenly been lifted, and even the burning smell coming from the pot could not attract her attention.

But the three people outside the door were suffering greatly because of the wind direction and were trying hard to hold their breath.

Father Shen, who felt that he could not go on like this, cleanly placed the wooden basin in his hand on the stove and poured a ladle of water directly into the pot.

“Sizzle!”

The cold water slid across the surface of the boiling iron pot, making a loud noise.

Mother Shen finally came to her senses. She looked at Shen Yu beside her, feeling extremely shy. She lowered her head and stammered, "Why are you here, my husband? The kitchen is not a place for you scholars."

However, Shen's father felt that Shen's mother had suffered with him. If she had divorced like her younger siblings, she would have returned home long ago and lived a good life as the daughter of a juren.

He said guiltily, "My lady, you have worked hard following me."

Then he took the spatula from Shen's mother's hand and slowly scooped out the vegetables in the pot, which were no longer recognizable.

Mother Shen was even more shocked when she saw this scene. She didn't care about her current appearance and wanted to snatch the shovel from Shen Yu's hand.

But there was no way Chen Yu would let her succeed. Instead, he said, "For the time being, let Jia Niang and Fu Ruo, the three of us, handle this. Madam and Yue Niang, please go out and get some fresh air. It's already smelly here."

"Yes, is it?"

After hearing this, Shen's mother didn't want to grab the shovel anymore. It was more important to maintain her image in her husband's impression. She took Shen Yue's hand and walked out of the kitchen.

After a while, the sound of water was heard outside the door.

Shen Jia also put the plaster water in his hand aside and told Fuqiu to quickly open all the kitchen windows to disperse the smoke.

Father Shen continued to deal with the messy stove. The things in the pot were obviously useless and had to be cleaned up. By the way, he also washed the big pot next to it and used it to make soy milk later.

Then he lit a fire underneath it. These days, watching the fire has become a familiar task for Shen Yue, so it is quite convenient for Shen's father to borrow fire. After a while, a blazing fire was lit under the pot.

Pour in the freshly ground soy milk, the white and slightly yellowish soy milk slides into the blue-gray pot, which is particularly eye-catching.

After completing the process Shen Jia just mentioned, Shen's father looked at Shen Jia and continued to ask: "What do we need to do next?"

"Daddy, all you need to do is stir the soy milk constantly in the pot to prevent it from becoming mushy later."

Looking at Shen Yu's conscious actions, Shen Jia's satisfaction increased a little. Seeing that it was getting late, Shen Han, Shen Hao, and Shen Ci, who were going to farm, should be back for lunch soon, so he had to hurry and cook now.

Seeing that Mother Shen had just wasted a little green vegetables, she was still able to accept it in her heart.

Looking at the ingredients she bought today, she decided to make cabbage and meatball soup, stir-fried vegetables, braised pig's trotters with soybeans, and shredded radish.

In order to speed up the progress, he cooked rice in a pot on the side first, and then looked at Father Shen who was constantly stirring the soy milk, thinking that since he felt guilty about his mother entering the kitchen, he could also become a member of the kitchen.

So she said, "Dad, don't be busy with the soy milk in your hand, come and help your daughter do something else.

Fuqiu, you take over the task of making the soy milk. Be sure to stir it frequently and remember to call me when it boils."

"Okay, Jia Niang." After hearing Shen Jia's instructions, Fuqiu immediately took over the task of cooking soy milk.

Shen Yu also hurried to Shen Jia's side, "I wonder if there is anything I can do to help you?"

"Today, my daughter plans to make meatballs. Mincing the meat is a complicated process, so I need your help."

Seeing that his daughter needed help, Shen Yu certainly would not refuse and started chopping the stuffing directly on the chopping board. Today his hands could not stop for a moment.

Because pig's trotters need to be stewed for a long time, Shen Jia took the lead in preparing this dish. He blanched and washed the pig's trotters, poured in rock sugar and fried it to bring out the sugar color, then added the pig's trotters and stir-fried them to color them, added water and spices and transferred them into a casserole to stew.

Because the other two people in the kitchen had their own tasks, they didn't notice what she was doing.

Then continue to stir-fry the vegetables and shredded radish. When Shen's mother and Shen Yue came back, they saw that Shen Jia had already prepared three dishes.

Mother Shen felt both happy and guilty. It was good that her daughter was better than herself, but she was holding her back, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Looking at the person coming, Shen Jia realized that it was time to finish his meal, so he quickly said: "Dad, your meat filling should be almost done. Put it in a bowl and then add egg white, a little salt, starch, and green onion leaves to marinate.

Mom, just boil some water until it's slightly steaming, then roll the meat into balls and put them in. Keep the heat on low until the balls change color and take shape, then add the cabbage you chopped earlier."

She arranged the people and things in the kitchen in an orderly manner. Seeing her affirmative look, no one raised any objections, and everyone started to act according to the arrangements.

It was time to turn off the heat for her own meal. At this moment, Fuqiu, who had been stirring the soy milk, looked at the bubbling soy milk in the pot and asked excitedly:

"Jia Niang, can you see if this is the right way to turn off the fire?"

After putting out the raging fire in the stove, Shen Jia looked up and saw a lot of foam coming out of the pot, as if it was boiling.

"Don't be in a hurry. The soy milk is just boiling now. It will be truly boiled when there is no more foam floating up and only the soy milk liquid is boiling.

Drinking like this now can easily cause diarrhea, so you'd better be careful." This sentence not only caught Fuqiu's attention, but also the other three people heard it.

They all leaned over to look, and saw bubbles coming out of it, which was exactly the same as the boiling state they imagined. If no one reminded them, food poisoning would happen in minutes.

After a while, the soy milk began to boil. Shen Jia took out a large bowl for soup and poured the soy milk into it.

“Leave a little for my family to try the original soy milk, and use the rest for other things.”

Looking at the steaming white soy milk and the rich aroma filling the air, and seeing everyone's curious eyes, Shen Jia even served a bowl from the pot to a few people.

"Hurry up and try it, it tastes very good, but be careful it's hot."

After taking a bite, Shen's mother recalled the rice shop owner's evaluation of these soybeans. She felt very sorry and exclaimed: "The taste is rich, the texture is smooth, and it is full of bean fragrance. For so long, it has been fed to livestock. It's really a waste of nature!"

"What!"

Father Shen didn’t know about this and exclaimed in amazement.

So after some explanation, Shen's father immediately understood what Shen's mother had just said, and thought: Soy milk is so delicious, I wonder how delicious the things that Jianiang will develop later will be?

To be on the safe side, Shen Jia directly divided the gypsum water into three parts and poured them into the same amount of soy milk according to different weights. Now he just needed to wait for time.

After a while, the originally white soy milk began to form flocs, especially the one with the least amount of gypsum and water, which began to vaguely look like tofu pudding.

Father Shen, who saw this scene, quickly reminded: “Jia Niang, take a look, is this white and tender thing the tofu you want to make?”

"White and tender?"

Shen Hao, who had just stepped into the kitchen, looked at the heads of several people gathered together, and listened to his eldest brother's excited voice. He was very curious about what they were doing.