Chapter 21: Salty Tofu Pudding is Delicious
Baoya sat on a small stool, dangling her little feet, and soon finished her bowl of soy milk.
She stuck out her little tongue to lick the soy milk foam on the corner of her mouth, still feeling unsatisfied.
Sweet, smooth, and with the mellow aroma of beans, the soy milk made by dad is so delicious.
Baoya held the empty bowl, and He Chunxiu filled another one for her.
"After you finish this bowl, don't drink any more. Your dad will make tofu pudding later. You won't be able to eat anymore if your little tummy is full."
"Okay, save the rest for grandma and the others." Baoya nodded sensibly.
In fact, her little belly can hold a lot more soy milk and tofu pudding, but daddy and mommy only made this much. If she eats it all, there will be nothing for others to eat.
When Baoya started to drink her second bowl of soy milk, Zhao Zhilan and the other three children also got up.
Yun Chenglu rubbed his eyes as he came out of the west room. He saw Baoya sitting at a small table drinking soy milk and was surprised: "Baoya, why do you get up so early every day? Aren't you sleepy?"
He still feels sleepy when he wakes up now. Baoya is less than five years old, but she is so energetic.
Baoya gulped down another big bowl of soy milk and slammed the empty bowl on the table.
Looking at Yun Chenglu, she smiled and said, "Second brother, I couldn't sleep because I wanted to watch Mom and the others make tofu. Daddy poured some soy milk, it's still warm, come and drink it."
Yun Chenglu sat down with her around the table and drank soy milk. After a while, Yunhua and Yunyue also came.
The three children were drinking soy milk around the table. Baoya had finished her drink. Seeing that her father had already put the raw milk into the pot to boil, she ran over to take a look.
Zhao Zhilan had already prepared the brine and was just waiting for the raw paste to be cooked before she started making tofu.
Making tofu is a technical job. No one in the Yun family knows how to do it except Zhao Zhilan. And Zhao Zhilan's skill in making tofu is considered unique in Feishui Village and even in several surrounding villages.
You can make it as tender as you want or as old as you want, and you can control it easily. The tofu you make will not turn yellow at all, but will be white and tender, which is pleasing to the eye.
Baoya stared at the raw soy milk that was beginning to boil in the pot with her big round eyes. The raw soy milk was white, bubbling, and exuding a strong bean fragrance.
Seeing that the fire was almost ready, He Chunxiu picked up some firewood to make the fire burn smaller.
Zhao Zhilan poured the brine into the pot with one hand and stirred it with a large spoon with the other.
"Grandma, this is called making tofu?" Baoya's chubby little face was full of curiosity.
"Yes," Zhao Zhilan replied while concentrating on ordering tofu. "I'll serve some tofu pudding for you kids after I'm done ordering."
But Baoya was still curious: "But grandma, you didn't order it? Why did you order tofu?"
Zhao Zhilan was at a loss for words, but she couldn't explain why.
"Pointing tofu" has been called this since ancient times, how could she know why? Baoya is such a funny child.
But Xiao Baoya had her own ideas. She looked at the pot, which was originally a pot of milky white raw soy milk, and saw it slowly solidifying into lumps with Zhao Zhilan's movements. She stretched out her little finger and touched the pot little by little through the air.
"Dop, pop, pop the tofu, pop out a pot of white tofu." She kept muttering, pointing at the pot, "Grandma, now it's all right, I've popped them, this is what we call popping tofu!"
Yun Sanlang next to him laughed so hard that his face turned red, and He Chunxiu also tried to hold back laughter. How could her child be so cute?
Zhao Zhilan ordered the tofu, put down the bowl, and gently tugged at Baoya's pigtail: "Our Baoya ordered really good things. Come, let me serve you some tofu pudding."
The tofu in the pot is still in the form of unformed pieces. If you are making tofu pudding, you can just scoop it out and pour the soup over it and eat it. If you are making tofu, you need to scoop it out and put it in a mold to press it into shape, then remove it from the mold into a neat large piece, and then cut it into small pieces with a knife when eating.
Zhao Zhilan wanted to sell this pot of tofu. During the famine years, the grain harvest was poor, and she was reluctant to make tofu with the beans she saved. But now that they had money, she bought 50 kilograms of better soybeans and planned to make some tofu pudding, keeping some for herself and selling some for some money.
Therefore, she only served a bowl of tofu pudding to each of the four children, and poured the soup prepared by Li Rongyue on it. The white and tender tofu pudding and the green chopped green onions were mouth-watering just by looking at them.
Baoya, Yun Chenglu, Yunhua and Yunyue gathered around a small table, slurping their tofu pudding. They were so happy that their eyes were filled with smiles.
The tofu pudding is salty, fragrant and tender. It is so soft and sticky when you slurp it into your mouth, you don’t even need to chew it.
The soup is also delicious. It is made with chopped meat and mushrooms. It has a rich flavor and is added with green chopped green onions and coriander. It is so delicious that you want to swallow it along with your tongue.
Baoya had a satisfying breakfast today. She had sweet soy milk and salty tofu pudding. Now she can have the white tofu made by her grandmother and the others at noon. Just thinking about it makes her very happy.
After breakfast, Zhao Zhilan brought over the tofu formed in three wooden molds and cut them into small pieces with a knife. She cut a total of thirty-six pieces. She kept six pieces for her family and put the remaining thirty pieces in a wooden barrel filled with clean water, and asked Sanlang to carry them to sell from village to village.
In a famine year, everyone had little food and spare money, and she didn't know if anyone would buy it, so she just wanted to give it a try.
After Baoya and the others had breakfast, Yun Chenglu took them out to play.
Last night, Baoya coaxed Yunyue and promised to take her to the mountain to pick wild grapes. After the four children discussed it, the three girls carried small baskets, and Yun Chenglu took the lead and went up the mountain together.
Zhao Zhilan followed them all the way to the gate, still shouting at their backs, "Don't go too deep! Chenglu, if you dare take them into the mountains, I'll break your legs!"
She was still worried about what happened when Chenglu took Baoya up the mountain.
Yun Chenglu strode ahead without looking back, waving his hand: "Got it! Let's go fishing at the foot of the mountain!"
The mountain road was bumpy and uneven, and Yun Chenglu held a branch in his hand and cleared the way ahead.
Baoya and Yunyue walked hand in hand in the middle, and Yunhua, as the younger sister, followed at the end.
The four of them went up the mountain talking and laughing, and Chen Xiaojuan, who had received instructions from Zhou Cuihua yesterday, quietly hid at the back door of the Yun family early in the morning, waiting to see where Baoya and the others were going to play today.
At this time, she was following behind a few people from a distance, chewing the dry steamed bun in her hand, her little head gurgling.
Yun Chenglu and the two little girls were there, so she had to think of a way to lure Baoya away so that she could go and ask her.
Otherwise, she would have been driven away by Yun Chenglu before she even had time to open her mouth.
Baoya and the others had no idea that they had already stopped by the small river at the foot of Huya Mountain.
There has been severe drought in recent years, and the rivers are so shallow that they can only barely cover a child's thighs.
Yunyue felt a little depressed when she saw the bare mountains and rocks everywhere.
Baoya said that she and her second brother found wild grapes on the mountain, but she saw that the ground was bare and it didn't look like there were any wild grapes at all.
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