Chapter 205 Oily Bean Curd (Monthly Ticket Plus)

"What have you prepared?" Zhuang Yonghe scratched his ear: "Why don't I know?"

"If you knew, what would happen?" He continued to smile as she went into the house. When she came out, she held a stack of things in her hand and stretched them out to show Zhuang Yonghe: "Take a look. How is it? Does it look good?"

This is a brand new set of sheets and quilt covers in a light autumn color. It looks bright without being too glaring. When He made it, she added lace to the edges, which looks very beautiful.

"Not bad." Zhuang Yonghe took a look, picked up two round things and laughed: "This is..."

"This is for making pillows. It's not finished yet. Ning is not used to using porcelain or wooden pillows. The pillows she asked me to make before all used buckwheat husks as the core. She said they were comfortable to use. So I plan to make two for them using buckwheat husks."

He replied, "If that doesn't work, make a few more. I'm afraid this pillowcase will need to be changed frequently, so you can keep it for washing."

"Just do as you see fit."

Since his wife was good at needlework and did things properly, Zhuang Yonghe didn't worry about this at all. He was only thinking about planting beans in the autumn.

As for He, since she had taken out the things, she took advantage of the good sunlight without being too glaring and also took advantage of the fact that the children were busy husking the wheat in the yard, so she quickly took a needle and sewed a few stitches.

Over here, Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Mingliang were in the tofu shop, trying to make fried bean curd skin.

The steps of soaking beans, grinding soy milk and boiling are the same as grinding tofu. The key lies in the operation after boiling the soy milk.

The secret water of oily bean curd skin has been added to the soy milk. Now all we have to do is wait for a thin film to condense on the surface of the soy milk in the big wooden barrel as it cools down.

When the film is almost formed, use a smooth bamboo stick to pick up the film, dry it in the sun for a while, and drain the bean juice to make fresh bean curd skin.

Fresh bean curd skin, whether fried, stir-fried, stewed, or even served cold, is a delicacy on the tongue and the best dish. Moreover, because it is rich in protein and easy to digest, it is also a very nutritious food, especially for the elderly and children.

After the first piece of fried tofu skin was made, Zhuang Qingning saw that it was almost dried, so he simply borrowed the kitchen of the Wen family, used some garlic cloves, coriander and other seasonings, and made a cold tofu skin dish, and asked everyone to taste it one by one.

The first person to taste it must be Mr. Wen.

Wen picked up a piece of bean curd skin cut into long strips and put it in her mouth, chewing it for a long time before swallowing it.

"Auntie, how does it taste?" Zhuang Qingning asked.

"It tastes good." Mrs. Wen waved her hand and said, "Just take it out and let them have a taste. I think it tastes really good. If you sell it in your tofu shop, it should sell well."

"Okay, I'll take it out and let them have a taste." Zhuang Qingning picked up the plate.

"Oh, right." Wen called her back, "Since you've made something new, why don't you change the rent? Can you exchange the hot tofu and the fried bean curd skin?"

"You don't have to change them all, just take turns. As for the quantity, that's up to you."

"But I'll say this first. It's not that I think this fried bean curd skin is delicious, but the hot tofu and other things I had before are getting greasy after eating them all day. Maybe a change of taste will make you feel better."

"Okay, no problem." Zhuang Qingning responded with a smile, and then made a face at Wen: "Auntie is talking more now than before. If this continues, I think you can go to the county town to live for a few days, so that Uncle Yutian won't worry about you all the time."

When Zhuang Qingning said this, Wen's face suddenly turned red, and she spat on the ground: "You little girl, don't you have any fun with me, an old woman?"

"It's just that I see that you are usually well-behaved and clever, and I am willing to give you a good face. Have you learned to tease me? Besides, those two brats are not as well-behaved as you. When they can be like you, maybe I can consider this matter..."

"Yes, aunt-in-law is right." Zhuang Qingning smiled and said, "I came back from town today and bought a chicken. I'm making soup at home now. I've made the fried bean curd skin and plan to stew it with the chicken soup. It will taste delicious. I'll bring it to you when dinner is ready."

"Just do as you wish." Mrs. Wen nodded without any hesitation.

Zhuang Qingning's cooking skills are really impeccable. She can make ordinary things look wonderful. Wen believes that her family has become more and more greedy nowadays, so she simply doesn't care about the so-called useless face and just eats as much as she can.

"It's this chicken. There are so many chickens at home, big and small, male and female. You can pick any one you want to eat. Why do you go to the town to buy them? I see that you are doing well in this business and making a lot of money. You can't even put all the money in your pocket?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you, aunt. Next time I'm craving for a chicken, I'll come pick one from you. Just don't feel bad about it then."

Zhuang Qingning laughed and walked out with the plate in hand: "Then you take a rest first, I'll bring you the chicken soup and bean curd skin when I'm done."

After that, like a gust of wind, there was no trace of Zhuang Qingning at the door.

This girl is becoming more and more eloquent.

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Are you afraid that she will feel sorry for the chickens? The chickens at home lay eggs all day long. How many eggs can she eat every day? She is tired of eating them. She is thinking about how to deal with these eggs. She is also thinking about whether she should just kill a few so that she doesn’t have to worry about collecting eggs every day.

When we get back, I'll force Zhuang Qingning to catch two and bring them back. Even if we don't kill them, we can just let them lay eggs at her house.

While Mrs. Wen was thinking about this, Zhuang Qingning shared the oil-bean curd skin with Zhuang Mingliang and a few other people who were working here.

The fried tofu is tender and a little tough, and tastes very smooth. It is paired with Zhuang Qingning's skill in making cold dishes...

Praise for the deliciousness is endless.

"It's really delicious. I've eaten this kind of fried bean curd skin before, but this is the first time I've eaten such delicious fried bean curd skin."

"That's right, Miss Ning's cooking skills are really amazing."

"Ning girl can grind tofu so well, so the oil bean curd skin will be good too. I'm afraid this tofu shop will have to add a few more tofu pots in the future..."

"I don't want to know why the fried bean curd skin is so delicious. I just want to know what kind of heart Ning has. She is a good person and good at doing things. To be honest, if I could have a daughter like her, I would go to the temple to worship the Buddha every day. Unfortunately, I don't have that fate."

"Aunt, you are going off topic. Let's think about how we can make this oil bean curd skin well in the future so that Ning girl can feel more at ease."

(End of this chapter)