Chapter 2: I don't need to change careers for now regarding fried tofu puffs.
However, seeing that Jiang Fuzheng's scrutiny had not lessened, Ye Li quickly added, "Don't worry, I didn't steal this method, and it won't cause any disputes with anyone."
Sure enough, Jiang Fuzheng's expression improved after hearing this.
"As long as it wasn't stolen or robbed, you can just tell Ji the kid."
"Uncle Xie understands."
Ye Li breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing his expression, Jiang Fuzheng stopped scrutinizing him and said earnestly, "Since you have this skill, you can settle down and live with Ji from now on."
"Although making tofu is hard work, it's at least a source of income."
“Once Ji passes the imperial examination and becomes a scholar, and you have a skill to rely on, your family’s hard life will finally come to an end.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Li immediately nodded: "You're right, I had the same idea."
One of his reasons for showing off this skill was to do business.
No matter what time or space you're in, making money is the priority.
As for that cheap husband...
According to the original owner's memories, his cheap husband's face suited his taste.
Uh, his sexual orientation is actually male.
Now that he's transmigrated into the body of a husband, he can openly engage in homosexual relationships, which has lessened much of his resentment at the sudden transmigration.
However, since he can openly be gay, he will definitely be selective.
His future partner must not only be beautiful, but also have a compatible temperament with him.
The Xia Dynasty was relatively tolerant of women/husbands; its laws stipulated that if a couple could not live together peacefully, they could divorce.
But where do you go after a divorce?
In his previous life, many girls would have no home after getting married.
Moreover, this is the place.
Therefore, for him, the most urgent task is to make money.
Not only was the original owner poor, but the Jiang family was also poor.
He wanted to start a bean product business, but he had neither money nor beans—the Jiang family owned land, but they didn't grow soybeans.
Despite his deep sorrow, he didn't show it on his face. He picked up the large soup ladle he usually used to serve soup and began scooping tofu pudding into the willow basket.
Two pounds of soybeans can make about twelve pounds of tofu pudding. After serving out three bowls, there will be about ten pounds left.
Fill the willow basket with tofu pudding until it is full, then place a wooden board on top of the basket and place a ceramic pot filled with water on the board.
Half an hour later, the firm tofu will be ready.
Jiang Fu was drinking tofu pudding while watching him work. He saw that Jiang Fu was doing things in an orderly manner, as if he had done it before. Although he was puzzled, he did not intend to ask.
Jiang Fuzheng turned to look at Jiang Mai and Jiang Ya.
Although Jiang Mai was drinking tofu pudding from a bowl, her gaze remained fixed on Ye Li, her dark eyes occasionally darting around as if she were deep in thought.
Jiang Ya stood in front of the cutting board, eating while shaking her little head.
Jiang Fuzheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
It's just a bowl of tofu pudding, yet it's so delicious.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Young Master Ji, since you want to do business, how about this, I'll lend you twenty... no, ten jin."
"I'll lend you ten catties of soybeans. You can use my stone mill to make soybean milk."
"As long as you keep making tofu, I will definitely lend you more beans so you can continue this business."
"But you can't hit Mai Xiaozi and Ya Ge'er anymore."
These words came suddenly, but they swept away all the sorrow in Ye Li's heart.
What a timely help!
He immediately said with a grateful expression, "Don't worry, I will never hit them again. I have truly reformed."
Jiang Fuzheng said sternly, "If you hit me again, then you'll have to kneel in the ancestral hall."
"……good."
That's all.
Time will tell.
Jiang Fuzheng finished the tofu pudding in the bowl in a few bites, put the bowl down, and said, "Okay, now come home with me and bring back ten catties of beans."
Ye Li agreed, then turned to Jiang Mai and Jiang Ya and said, "You two wait at home, I'll be back soon."
Jiang Mai held the bowl, her dark eyes fixed on him, without saying a word.
Jiang Ya crisply replied, "Okay!"
Ye Li couldn't help but smile, leaving behind the words "Good boy," before following Jiang Fuzheng out of the kitchen.
But when Jiang Mai heard "good girl," her little face involuntarily scrunched up.
What's wrong with this vicious idiot...?
There are several large, continuous earthen slopes next to Yezaopo Village, which are covered with jujube trees, hence the village's name.
The village is small, with a total of 22 households, 20 of which are surnamed Jiang.
Jiang Fuzheng's house is in the middle of the village.
As the village chief, he not only lived in a house with blue bricks and tiles, but the ground was also paved with flat mud bricks.
Jiang Fu weighed out ten catties of soybeans and then led Ye Li to visit other households in the village to promote Ye Li's tofu.
By the time Ye Li brought the beans home, it was already evening.
When they arrived at the door, they saw Jiangmai and Jiangya, the two little ones, squatting by the well chopping pig feed.
The two brothers were talking, and Jiang Ya had a smile on her face.
But when she saw him return, she immediately stopped smiling.
Moreover, the chopping of pig feed became much less noisy, changing from wielding a broken knife and chopping loudly to slowly cutting the pig feed.
Ye Li couldn't help but curse the original owner in her heart again.
Previously, the original owner of this body disliked the brothers for making too much noise while chopping pig feed, so he gave them a severe beating.
After that, in front of the original owner of the body, the two brothers dared not chop pig feed loudly again.
He didn't speak to the two of them, and carried the beans straight to the kitchen.
He placed the beans under the cutting board, and glancing around, he saw that the three ceramic bowls he had just used had been washed clean and were stacked on the cutting board. His gaze softened.
What a sensible child.
He walked to the stove, moved the earthenware pot that was pressing down on the tofu, lifted the burlap cloth, and a piece of tofu shaped like a willow basket appeared before his eyes.
If you press it with your hand, it feels quite firm and has some elasticity.
He cut off a piece, preparing to fry the tofu puffs.
It wasn't that he was impatient, but rather that grinding tofu was such a hard job.
He used Jiang Fuzheng's large stone mill to grind soybeans today. He only pushed the millstone for about ten minutes, but his arms are still sore from the exertion.
Therefore, he is now going to fry tofu puffs.
If he can't make this dish successfully, he should probably change careers as soon as possible.
First, he cut the tofu into small cubes, about two fingers wide and two fingers thick. Then he opened the cupboard and took out a ceramic jar.
Only a small amount of lard remained at the bottom, barely enough to fry tofu puffs.
With the preparations complete, he arrived at the kitchen door.
Seeing Jiang Mai and Jiang Ya each carrying a large basket of chopped pig feed toward the backyard, he said, "Xiaomai and Ya'er, which of you two will come and help me start the fire?"
The original owner of this body left such a terrible impression on the two little ones that they wouldn't believe him no matter how eloquently he spoke.
Therefore, he plans to spend more time with the two brothers.
One act of kindness is worth more than a hundred sweet words.
Jiang Mai stopped in his tracks, feeling quite surprised.
With the village chief gone, why is this good-for-nothing so kind?
His eyes darted around, and he said, "I'll do it."
"Then feed the pigs over here, I want fried tofu."
"I'm going to pick some garlic sprouts now, and after frying the tofu, I'll make a stir-fried tofu with garlic sprouts."
Ye Li said with a smile.
Fried tofu?
Jiang Ya couldn't help but swallow.
I want to eat it.
Jiang Mai could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his face.
Jiang Mai grabbed his little hand and walked towards the backyard.
So what if it's fried tofu?
Can we still let them eat?
The neighborhood chief isn't here again!
That vicious idiot hasn't even hit them both today, but he might start fighting right after he finishes frying the tofu.
When they arrived at the backyard, Jiang Mai emptied the grass from his basket into the pigsty.
There are only two piglets at home, but there isn't enough grass for them, so he and Jiang Ya went back to the front yard.
He instructed Jiang Ya to carry the remaining grass to the backyard and feed the chickens, then quickly went into the kitchen.
Seeing Ye Li standing in front of the chopping board cutting garlic sprouts, he didn't say anything, but sat down in front of the stove and picked up the flint and steel.
He asked, "Shall we start a fire now?"
"Yes, start a fire now. A small fire, don't add too much firewood."
Ye Li chopped the garlic sprouts without looking up and said.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mai's little face flashed with surprise again.
Still so amiable?
Ye Li was unaware of Jiang Mai's thoughts. After chopping the garlic sprouts, he carried the earthenware jar of lard to the pot.
Seeing that the iron pot was already slightly smoking, he poured all the lard from the earthenware jar into the pot.
When frying tofu puffs, the oil temperature should not be too high at the beginning.
He inserted a chopstick into the oil pot and saw bubbles rising at the joint between the chopstick and the lard. He then put the chopped tofu into the pot.
At this point, stir quickly to ensure the tofu is heated evenly.
Once the tofu cubes float to the surface, use high heat to raise the oil temperature further, so that the tofu puffs can set.
He said, "Wheat, turn up the heat."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mai added a piece of dry firewood to the stove.
Once the firewood is burning and the oil is hot, the aroma of fried tofu puffs begins to fill the kitchen.
The tofu puffs puffed up successfully.
But that's not enough.
Without leavening agents, if you want more honeycomb texture and a larger puff, you have to fry it for a while longer.
Fry for about ten minutes, then it's done.
Tofu puffs fried this way are fluffy and don't shrink, and the finished product is almost the same as those sold in supermarkets.
Jiang Mai secretly sniffed the fragrance while wondering what was going on.
Fried tofu doesn't need to be fried for that long at all.
That bumbling fool really is a bumbling fool; he can't even fry tofu properly.
But he dared not say this out loud; he could only think it to himself.
As Jiang Mai silently grumbled, the tofu puffs were finally fried.
Ye Li told Jiang Mai to turn off the fire. He used a strainer to scoop the plump tofu puffs into a small earthenware basin, and then sprinkled a spoonful of salt from the salt jar on top.
He stirred it evenly to distribute the salt, then picked one up and took a bite.
The freshly cooked tofu puffs were fluffy and soft, with honeycomb-like cells inside, just like the tofu puffs he remembered.
As for the taste, besides being slightly salty, it also has a bit of a chewy texture.
Moreover, the soybean flavor is much stronger than that of tofu puffs bought in supermarkets.
Successfully replicated!
I don't need to change careers for now.
After finishing the tofu puff, he picked up his chopsticks and skewered five tofu puffs from each of the earthenware bowls.
He handed two strings of tofu puffs to Jiang Mai: "You and Ya Ge'er should try them."
Jiang Mai stared incredulously at the two strings of tofu puffs. They had been fried for so long, yet the tofu hadn't turned black and dry; instead, it was puffed up.
and!
This vicious idiot actually agreed to let him and Ya Ge'er eat?
"What are you standing there for? Call Ya Ge over to eat with us. After you're done eating, help me start the fire so I can fry some more."
Ye Li pretended not to see the little guy's shock and simply stuffed the bean curd skewers into Jiang Mai's arms.
Jiang Mai accepted it somewhat helplessly.
Seeing Ye Li cut another piece of tofu, he blinked, grabbed the tofu puff skewer, and walked out.
Who cares? It's not poisonous anyway, I'll eat it first.
Just as he stepped out of the kitchen, he saw Jiang Ya coming out of the backyard with a wooden ladle used for feeding chickens. He waved to Jiang Ya and said, "Come on, the tofu is ready."
Jiang Ya had already seen what he was holding, so she quickly put down the wooden ladle and ran over.
Approaching him, Jiang Ya tilted her head, somewhat confused, and asked, "Is this tofu?"
They're bulging, like candied hawthorns!
It looks delicious.
“Yes, this is tofu, eat it quickly.” Jiang Mai handed him one of the skewers.
Jiang Ya took the tofu puff skewer and bit into the very top one.
After chewing a few times, his eyes lit up again.
It looks bulging, but it's actually soft inside!
tasty!
He looked at Jiang Mai.
Jiang Mai was eating, but her head was turned toward the kitchen doorway.
He couldn't help but say, "Second brother, eat up, it's delicious!"
Jiang Mai responded and turned his head back. Indeed, the fried tofu was tastier than he had expected.
Seeing Jiang Ya's smiling face, he couldn't help but smile as well.
He took another bite of tofu puff and handed the remaining three tofu puff skewers to Jiang Ya: "You eat these, I still need to tend the fire for Brother Li."
"Then eat two more!" Jiang Ya refused.
This food is so delicious, my second brother must be craving it too.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mai took another bite, but refused to eat the remaining two: "I have to start a fire. If I'm late, Brother Li will be angry."
Li Ge is angry.
These four words are quite lethal.
Jiang Ya dared not refuse any longer and quickly reached out her little hand to take the bean curd skewer.
Seeing Jiang Mai turn and go into the kitchen, he thought for a moment, grabbed two skewers of tofu puffs, and ran towards the room where he and Jiang Mai lived.
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