Su Qingluan gently held the sliced tofu, changed the knife again, and cut the "paper" into thin strips.
The tender tofu was too dense and sticky, and the blade was very sharp. When Su Qingluan raised her hand and chopped it, the shape of the tofu did not change at all from the outside.
From the surface, it just looked like the piece of tofu was collapsing and becoming more and more shapeless.
When Yang arrived at the kitchen, this was the scene she saw: her eldest daughter, who had always been smart and clever, had been working hard on a piece of tofu for a long time. The "dong dong dong" sound of chopping vegetables could be heard from outside the house, but at a glance, the tofu was exactly the same size.
Yang was puzzled and asked.
Su Qingluan raised her eyes and called to her mother: "Mother, come here and take a look!"
Out of curiosity, Yang went forward to take a look, and saw Su Qingluan gently pick up the "whole piece" of tofu with the flat blade of a knife, and then slowly put it into the water.
In an instant, the boundaries of the original "whole piece" of tender tofu seemed to slowly melt in the water, and seemed a little blurred.
Su Qingluan picked up a pair of chopsticks and put them into the water and stirred it gently. In an instant, the "whole piece" of tofu slowly spread out in all directions like peeling a thread, turning into tofu threads as white as silk.
"Oh my!" Yang exclaimed, staring at the handful of tofu shreds in the water. "This tofu is probably thinner than a hair!"
After saying this, as if to verify it, she actually pulled out a strand of hair and compared it with the tofu shreds in the water. Her movements were so fast that Su Qingluan had no time to react.
Yang sighed again: "Oh, it's really thinner than a hair!"
Seeing this, Su Qingluan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Mother, there is no need to really pull out my hair..." It would be so painful.
Yang didn't care about her hair problem at all. Instead, she asked Su Qingluan with great interest how she made the tofu.
So, Su Qingluan simply cut the remaining tofu into shreds in front of Yang and soaked them in water.
Yang was shocked, but there was a look of pride and honor in her eyes.
Su Qingluan lifted the lid of the frying pan, and a stream of white hot steam instantly rose up, blocking her vision.
After a while, the mist dissipated, and Su Qingluan used a shovel to lift the bean cake stuck to the wall of the pot. A layer of golden and crispy rice crust had formed on the side close to the pot wall, emitting a very flavorful burnt aroma.
Su Qingluan took the bamboo basket containing dry food and skillfully used a shovel to transfer a few bean cakes into the basket.
Since the bean cake had just been placed in a basin under the sun, it was already in a slightly fermented state. Therefore, although one side of the bean cake had crust, the other side was very soft and flexible.
Su Qingluan then removed the iron frying pan and replaced it with a clay pot for cooking soup.
Su Qingluan thought about the raw materials that could be used in the kitchen today - she didn't have Jinhua ham, winter bamboo shoots and the like on hand.
Ham is a very important ingredient because it tastes salty and fresh. If you prefer a lighter taste, it is enough to use ham to adjust the saltiness.
However, without this side dish, the salty and fresh taste of the soup would be greatly diminished.
Su Qingluan thought, since the original authentic Wensi tofu could not be made anyway, she simply made up her mind and changed the dish into a hot and sour style, even at the risk of her master nagging about it in her dreams in the middle of the night.
Su Qingluan did it right away. She quickly added black and white pepper powder and aged vinegar into the boiling water. Su Qingluan tasted it and found it tasted quite good - it had the texture of hot and sour soup, and it just needed to be thickened with the starch prepared earlier.
With the final thickening, Su Qingluan used the back of the spoon to gently spread the gathered tofu strands. In an instant, the fine, white tofu strands slowly spread out, like flowing gauze, slowly dispersing throughout the bowl of soup.
Su Qingluan turned the delicious Huaiyang cuisine into hot and sour soup. Su Qingluan said she was very happy - she wanted to do this in front of her master in her previous life!
Yang, who was standing by, was startled by Su Qingluan's provocative smile and asked quickly, "Daya, are you feeling unwell?"
That laugh was so scary just now.
Su Qingluan quickly shook her head: "I just thought of something funny." Su Qingluan glanced at the bowl of "Sour and Spicy Wensi Tofu" in front of her, thinking that if the chef heard the name of this dish, he would probably jump up at her.
Seeing that Su Qingluan's hands were busy, Yang turned around and started stir-frying the vegetables in an iron frying pan.
Finally, the mixed vegetables were served and garnished with some sesame seeds, and the family gathered around the table to prepare for dinner.
"Sister, what is this?" Little Su Xueyan pointed at the bowl of "improved" Wensi tofu.
Su Qingluan was standing between Su Xueyan and Su Xuanhe, so she explained to her brother, "This white 'thin line' is made of tofu."
Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan were both very surprised when they heard this - whether it was the silk-like shape on the outside or the smooth, sour, spicy and rich taste in the mouth, it was hard to believe that it was made of tofu.
While the Su family was having dinner, Su Xuanhe kept asking his sister how to cut tofu like this. This answer was a bit surprising and made people laugh and cry.
At this time, Su Xuanhe, who saw the bean cake, let out a soft "ouch", then covered his mouth and said nothing.
"Did it hurt your teeth?" Su Qingluan asked curiously.
Su Xuanhe just shook his head desperately and did not answer, but he did not take his hands away from his mouth and face.
Su Qingluan frowned at her younger brother's abnormal behavior: "Are you really not feeling well?"
Of course, she was answered with silence and a shake of the head.
"Your sister is asking you a question." Su Guangfu saw Su Xuanhe covering his mouth, not saying a word or putting his hands down, and frowned. "What's wrong with you?"
Su Guangfu usually doesn't lose his temper at home, and he rarely even speaks so loudly to his three children. But this time, he felt that the way his son covered his mouth so desperately was too unbecoming.
People who don’t get angry often are very scary when they lose their temper, and Su Guangfu is one of them.
So, although he was extremely reluctant, Su Xuanhe slowly put down his hands in front of his whole family.
There was a missing front tooth in his mouth, and there was a faint trace of blood on the edge of his lips.
"Puchi..." Su Qingluan saw that her brother had a gap in his front teeth and his breathing was leaking air when he spoke, so she laughed at him loudly without any hesitation.
The moment Su Xuanhe put down his hand, he probably thought of throwing in the towel and leaving the situation as it was. The feeling of grievance and indignation he had just felt disappeared, replaced by a sense of vicissitudes of life, as if to say, "You can laugh if you want, I don't care."
"I thought something was going to happen." Yang said with a smile, "Isn't it just that the teeth are starting to change?"
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