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The bed that Xiaoxiao gave to Du Heng was called Qiangong Babu Bed. It was named so because making such a bed is time-consuming and laborious, requiring skilled craftsmen to spend countless time and energy.
There was a support next to the bed, and when the whole bed was taken out, it looked like a building, with a corridor and other furniture inside.
The whole bed was magnificent, and at first glance it looked as if it was carved from gold. Such a bed would be very valuable even if it was made by an ordinary craftsman, let alone a demon cultivator.
What's more, there is a formation on this bed. If this bed is used in the wild, it will become a mobile palace. It is much more advanced than the simple palace that Du Heng had at the beginning.
It is said that Du Heng is lucky to sleep on such a high-end bed, but Du Heng feels that the complete bed does not match his room, and he feels that the shelves around the bed are very troublesome. So Xuan Yu helped him put away the shelves beside it, leaving only the step-out bed in the middle.
Jing Nan almost laughed to the ground when he saw the current state of the bed. He said Du Heng wanted to buy the box and return the pearl. Du Heng didn't care. After all, it was his bed, so he could make it as comfortable as he wanted.
He put a soft cushion on the bed, and it felt like a cloud when he lay on it. Don't tell Du Heng that sleeping on a hard bed is good for the body, he just likes sleeping on a soft bed.
Xuan Yu helped him choose his bedding. I have to say Xuan Yu has a good taste. The moon-white quilt and blanket embroidered with auspicious clouds look beautiful no matter how you look at them.
Du Heng lifted the quilt and said, "Don't stand anymore. Lie down quickly. Look at how cold you are." Xuan Yu lay down stiffly, straight as a thread, looking very uncomfortable.
Du Heng felt embarrassed when he saw him like this: "Are you not used to sleeping with someone next to you? It's okay, I'll put a blanket in the middle to separate us. The bed is so big, I'll roll over to that side, it won't affect you."
Xuan Yu quickly said, "No, it's not necessary. I'm just not used to it for now, it will be fine once I get used to it."
Du Heng smiled and lay down on the other side of the bed. He rested his head on the pillow and whispered, "After the ox cart is repaired, we will go to Lingxi Town to buy a bed. We will buy a sturdy bed then, and later..."
Xuan Yu was listening to his next words with his ears perked up, but Du Heng's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally there was no sound at all.
Xuan Yu turned his head and saw that Du Heng had fallen asleep on his side facing him. Xuan Yu reached out to help Du Heng pull the quilt, and he said softly: "You invited me to your bed, so don't think about driving me away in the future."
The light from the night pearl on the roof became dim, Xuan Yu closed his eyes and felt the warmth coming from Du Heng. Suddenly, he heard a regular thumping sound coming from outside the window, Xuan Yu got out of bed and opened the curtains.
I saw the chubby Xiaoxiao squatting in the corridor outside the window. When Xiaoxiao saw Xuan Yu, she tilted her head in confusion: "Chirp?"
Xuan Yu opened the window: "There is a formation on the new house. If you want to come in from now on, go through the main door."
As soon as you see this posture, you know that Xiaoxiao and Fenggui are angry again. When the relationship between this uncle and nephew is good, they want to stick together, but when the relationship is bad, they wish they had never had such an uncle/nephew.
The hole on Xuan Yu's old house was made by Xiao Xiao breaking into the house through the roof when he and Feng Gui had a tantrum in the middle of the night. Now that the new house is built, Xiao Xiao wants to break in through the window or the roof... With his current cultivation level, he can't do it.
Xiaoxiao jumped in from the window. He nodded and then flapped his little wings and crawled onto the bed: "Chirp~"
After closing the window, Xuan Yu put his hands in his pockets and said, "He just fell asleep, don't wake him up." Xiaoxiao immediately slowed down his movements and crawled into the quilt beside Du Heng's head.
When Xuan Yu walked to the bed, Xiao Xiao had already squeezed into Du Heng's arms skillfully. He called Xuan Yu twice, then closed his eyes in satisfaction.
Xuan Yu said, "I'll say hello to Feng Gui, you go to sleep."
Du Heng slept soundly. When he opened his eyes and found Xiaoxiao lying in his arms, he was extremely happy.
He buried his face in Xiaoxiao's down feathers: "Good morning, Xiaoxiao! When did you come?" No wonder he felt warm all night.
Xuan Yu's voice came from behind: "Not long after you went to bed yesterday, he came."
Du Heng turned his head and looked, his old face turned red, and he didn't know when he got into Xuan Yu's arms. Xuan Yu hugged him, and he hugged Xiaoxiao, no wonder it was so warm.
Xiaoxiao laughed in Du Heng's arms. Du Heng rubbed Xiaoxiao's belly and said, "How about salty porridge today?"
Xiaoxiao didn’t know what salty porridge was, but he knew that he liked it as long as it was made by Du Heng.
In fact, it has been several days since Laba Festival. In Du Heng's hometown, every household will make Laba porridge on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. There are two kinds of Laba porridge: sweet and salty. Most people think that Laba porridge is sweet.
However, the Laba porridge in Du Heng’s hometown is salty porridge, which is filled with various beans, salted pork ribs, fresh meat and vegetables.
After Du Heng finished washing up, he started to cook porridge. He took out the salted pork ribs that had been marinated overnight and rinsed them with water.
Xiaoxiao squatted on the stove and watched Du Heng blanch the ribs: "Chirp, chirp, chirp?"
Du Heng explained with a smile: "The ribs need to be cooked first, and ginger and cooking wine are used to remove the fishy smell, and then water and rice are added. A lot of beans need to be added. You can see that I have a pile of soaked beans over there, and they all need to be put into the pot. Oh, and there are peanuts... I almost forgot."
Xiaoxiao stretched his neck to look at the boiling water in the pot. Du Heng patted his head and said, "You've stretched your neck so long, be careful not to lose balance and fall in. Then you'll have to skip the Laba porridge today and eat Xiaoxiao instead." Xiaoxiao quickly retracted his neck and laughed.
The ingredients for making Laba porridge are not fixed. Usually Du Heng throws in whatever he finds. For example, last night, he rummaged through his storage bag and found seven or eight kinds of beans. He soaked them all and now filled half a basket with colorful beans.
After the pork ribs soup in the pot boiled, Du Heng poured the spiritual rice and beans into the pot. After adding a few spoonfuls of water, a large pot of brown rice soup with oil floating in it appeared in the pot.
This color of the soup is normal because the beans are colorful. After being cooked at high temperature, the skin of the beans will fade, and all the ingredients will turn light brown.
Those brightly colored cereal porridges in the TV commercials back home are mostly fake, just take a look. It is true that the ingredients have their own colors, but it is almost impossible for the ingredients to maintain their original colors after being mixed together and boiled.
Du Heng covered the pot and left the rest to time. Du Heng wanted to go to the snow to dig vegetables. Yesterday, Jing Nan said there was a field of vegetables in the spiritual field.
Du Heng walked towards the spiritual medicine field with a backpack on his back, stepping on the snow. Xiao Xiao squatted in the backpack behind Du Heng and chirped from time to time. Soon they arrived at the place indicated by Jing Nan.
Du Heng looked around and saw nothing but a vast expanse of white. He didn't see a single vegetable, and he had a headache: "This... when will I find it?"
Jing Nan's voice broke through the air: "Aren't you a wood spirit? Finding plants should be what you are best at, right? Don't be silly and rely on your eyes for everything, use your spiritual sense to see."
Du Heng looked around, but he couldn't see Jing Nan at all: "Where are you?" Jing Nan said: "On the bed."
Du Heng: ... Damn it, you are meddling in other people’s business while I am sleeping in bed.
Although he wanted to complain about Jing Nan, Du Heng knew that what Jing Nan said was true. Ever since he used Du Heng's body, he seemed to have forgotten that the original owner was also a cultivator.
He always unconsciously brought some of his habits to the world of cultivation. If we talk about his rank, he is now a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi training! Among the outer disciples of Medicine King Valley, he can also escape the fate of being oppressed at the bottom.
Du Heng closed his eyes and put his luck and spiritual energy into his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, Du Heng found that a different picture appeared in front of him. The white snow disappeared, replaced by green.
Looking closely, there are still many plants under the snow that are full of vitality. They are not frozen to death by the heavy snow. Instead, they are dormant, waiting for the next spring.
Du Heng soon saw the vegetable field that Jing Nan mentioned. Originally, the vegetables were growing among the weeds and were not noticeable. But when the barrier was broken and the snow came down, the weeds were frozen to death, while the vegetables under the weeds became greener.
Du Heng dug away the remaining snow and weeds, revealing dark green vegetables that looked like flowers under the weeds. Each vegetable was as big as a large cooking bowl. He picked a few and filled half of the backpack.
The green vegetables in the snow were crisp, and the leaves would break into pieces if you gently broke them. Du Heng washed two green vegetables and got a basket of leaves. He cut the leaves into pieces and threw them into the boiling pot.
In order to make the salty porridge look good, some people would add the green vegetables at the end. In this way, the green vegetables in the bowl look particularly good. However, Du Heng felt that although it looked good, the green vegetables did not taste delicious enough and did not have the taste of other ingredients. Although the green vegetables retained their own flavor, they did not fit in with the other ingredients in the pot.
Du Heng likes the salty porridge that has been reheated the most. At that time, the salty porridge has turned gray-brown, the vegetables will be cooked, and the rice grains will turn into paste. After taking a sip, only the aroma of thick porridge remains in the mouth. At that time, all kinds of beans melt in a sip. That is not drinking porridge, that is drinking a pot of concentrated essence! Drinking a bowl of hot salty porridge will give your mouth and stomach the greatest satisfaction.
The pot was bubbling as Du Heng mixed the vegetable leaves and other ingredients in the pot evenly.
When the salty porridge is almost done, it needs to be stirred frequently to prevent it from sticking to the bottom of the pot. Du Heng occasionally opened the lid of the pot to stir it, then folded bean sprouts on the other side and fried a radish to make the simplest dish to go with the porridge.
Du Heng said, "Next spring I will plant some vegetable plots in front and behind the yard, and then I can make some dishes to go with rice." Du Heng has already thought about it. He wants to plant cucumbers, green vegetables, peppers, and eggplants, and then make pickled cucumbers, pickled cabbage, and tiger-skin peppers...
Xuan Yu responded: "Okay, I'll help you then."
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When Feng Gui saw the bowl of gray porridge, he refused: "What is this? It looks a bit disgusting."
Xuan Yu remained calm and said, "If you don't want to eat, get out."
Feng Gui sighed and picked up the bowl in frustration: "Xiao Yu, you have changed. You used to say yes and yes to whatever I said."
Except Feng Gui, the other three were very satisfied with their meals, especially Xiao Xiao, who had already finished three bowls before he noticed. This guy lowered his head into the bowl of porridge, and gulped it down. In a short while, half of the bowl was gone. When he raised his head from the bowl, there was no doubt that he was spitting out bones.
The bones that Xiaoxiao had eaten were so smooth that a dog would cry when seeing them. The more he ate, the happier he became, and he started humming a tune again.
Feng Gui held the bowl and looked at his useless nephew: "Look at what you have become..." Xiao Xiao had just finished the porridge in his bowl, and he wiped his mouth with his little wings. Hearing Feng Gui say this, he suddenly jumped onto the dining table and made a solid sound.
Everyone looked at Xiaoxiao in confusion, only to see Xiaoxiao raise her mouth and comb her feathers, then dive into Feng Gui's bowl.
Feng Gui was dumbfounded holding the bowl: "Huh?!" Xiaoxiao was not polite to him at all. He gulped down his uncle's bowl of salty porridge, then looked up and spat out a bone towards Feng Gui's face.
Everyone: ...
Feng Gui's face almost cracked: "You... disobedient and unfilial thing!!"
Xiaoxiao returned to his seat provocatively. He raised his big face towards Feng Gui, and Feng Gui was so angry that his face twisted.
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Xiaoxiao stretched out his wings and held the bowl, then looked at Du Heng with sparkling eyes. His meaning was very clear: "Another bowl..."
Du Heng looked at Xiaoxiao's face, then at Feng Gui's helpless expression, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Then Jing Nan also laughed out loud: "Are you dumbfounded? You thought Xiaoxiao had no one to back her up except you? Now he has someone he can rely on, so just admit defeat. Hahahaha!"
Xuan Yu lowered his head but his shoulders were still shaking. Feng Gui said quietly, "Xiao Yu, if you want to laugh, just laugh. Why do you have to laugh so obscenely?"
Feng Gui finally drank the salty porridge made by Du Heng. She couldn't stop drinking it until she had drunk six bowls.
Du Heng thought that if it wasn't because the porridge was so delicious, then Feng Gui had turned his grief and anger into appetite. After all, this guy didn't just drink the porridge, he also ate up all the bean sprouts, radish and pickled vegetables that Du Heng had fried.
Feng Gui used a spatula to scrape the slightly sticky rice crust at the bottom of the pot. He carefully put the rice crust into the bowl: "Although it doesn't look good, it's surprisingly delicious. Can we continue to eat this tonight?"
Du Heng said, "It's not difficult to make salty porridge, but are you sure you want to eat porridge for two consecutive meals? I was thinking of eating something else at night."
Hearing that there were other delicious foods, Jing Nan became excited: "Hmm? What can we eat?"
Du Heng smiled and said, "How about eating tofu tonight?"
Jing Nan frowned: "Tofu... I don't really like eating that. It smells bad."
There is tofu in the world of cultivation. Du Heng has seen bait blocks made of tofu in Zhou's shop. They are hard and have a pungent smell of gypsum.
People in the cultivation world usually make soybeans into tofu to feed to spirit beasts that have poor digestion. Eating soybeans directly will cause bloating in the spirit beasts' stomachs. When Jing Nan heard Du Heng say that he wanted to make tofu, he was the first to object: "Bean sprouts are okay, but forget about tofu, it's not tasty."
Du Heng smiled and said, "It seems that you have never tasted delicious tofu. Don't worry, leave it to me. I guarantee that you will remember it after you eat it."
Feng Gui burped: "Anyway, I'm full at noon." If dinner is not delicious, he will be picky about food.
Xuan Yu supported Du Heng as always: "What can I do for you?" Du Heng thought for a moment and said: "It would be great if you could help me move the millstone into the yard!"
Du Heng bought a small stone mill in Zhou's shop. The diameter of the stone mill was only two feet. Although it could not compare with those small and exquisite electrical appliances in modern times, it was many times more exquisite than the big stone mill at the entrance of the village in Du Heng's memory.
There is a formation on the stone mill. After cleaning it, put grains or soaked beans on it, and it will move by itself without anyone pushing it.
Du Heng looked at the automatically rotating stone mill in amazement: "In fact, I think that the means of cultivation are no worse than modern life when applied to life."
He has fully realized the advantages of the means of cultivation. Although electricity is not popular in this world, with the use of various formations and talismans, even if there is no electricity in his and Xuan Yu's home, it will not affect their normal life.
They traveled in ox carts, and the carts pulled by breams were more stable than modern cars and had built-in floating functions. There were micro-arrays embroidered on the inside of their clothes, which could keep them warm in winter and cool in summer. Some high-end clothes could be automatically repaired when damaged. Not to mention where they lived. Du Heng felt that the house he lived in now was countless times more high-end and elegant than the pigeon cage he had lived in before.
Du Heng put the wooden barrel soaked with soybeans into the formation next to the millstone. A burst of spiritual light overflowed from the millstone, and the soybeans in the barrel mixed with water lined up and flew to the eye in the center of the millstone. The millstone slowly turned, and soon a milky white slurry precipitated from the trough next to it.
Du Heng stared at it intently and exclaimed in amazement: "Too amazing."
If there were such a device in modern times, those tofu sellers would save so much effort.
Du Heng sighed as he was thinking about what he was going to make. Soybeans are good things. The soy milk made from the tofu before it is formed can be drunk, and it has a unique flavor when made into tofu pudding. After the tofu is formed, you can try steaming, frying, frying, or boiling it. The best thing is that he can make all kinds of soy products, such as dried tofu, soaked tofu, fried gluten, and bean curd sheets... He can do it all.
However, he didn't prepare much beans today, only half a bucket, so the tofu he made would only be for everyone to taste. But it didn't matter, if everyone could accept the taste, he could make more next time.
While the stone mill was grinding the soy milk, Du Heng began to look for cloth that could filter out the soy dregs.
He asked Xuan Yu: "Xuan Yu, do you have gauze at home?" Xuan Yu thought for a moment and said: "Gauze? Is it silk?"
Du Heng said: "A clean, breathable and water-permeable fabric will do."
Xuan Yu said: "I'll go ask Feng Gui, he has a lot of puppets at home, so he should have it."
Du Heng was completely confused. What was the relationship between puppets and gauze?
After a while, Xuan Yu came back with a roll of white cotton gauze: "Is this the one?"
Du Heng's eyes lit up: "Yes, that's it."
Du Heng cut out a square piece of gauze that was four feet long and wide. Xuan Yu asked, "Is this size enough? What are you going to do?"
Du Heng scalded the gauze with boiling water and replied, "I will use this to filter out the bean dregs."
In order to filter out the bean dregs, gauze alone is not enough, he also needs to make a small device.
He found two branches with a diameter of three inches and a length of more than two feet, and fixed the two branches crosswise. Then he tied the four corners of the gauze that had just been cleaned to the four corners of the branches, and a simple filter net bag was created.
Du Heng held the net bag and looked around. He originally wanted to find a tree to hang the net bag, but after looking around, there was not even a blade of grass in the yard. He couldn't help but feel a headache.
Xuan Yu saw that Du Heng was a little distressed, so he asked, "What's wrong?" Du Heng raised the net bag in his hand and said, "We need to find a place to hang this up, so that it will be convenient to filter out the bean dregs later."
Xuan Yu nodded: "I understand."
He suddenly had an idea, and saw a piece of wood growing next to the millstone. The wood grew against the wind and soon surpassed the courtyard wall. There were no leaves on the wood, only a branch growing diagonally.
Du Heng gestured the height: "Alright, alright!"
The spiritual light in Xuan Yu's hand stopped at this point: "This is the most basic Wood Sheng Jue."
If a petty person heard this, he would wonder: Is Xuan Yu trying to insult me? But Du Heng was open-minded and didn't think much about it. He nodded repeatedly with his eyes reflecting: "Xuan Yu is really amazing!"
Xuan Yu smiled: "I'm glad I can help you."
Xuan Yu fixed the net bag on the branch, and Du Heng placed a large wooden basin under the net bag. He shook the net bag and was very satisfied: "This is great."
It’s neither too high nor too low, which will be convenient when filtering the residue.
Not long after the net bag was fixed, the stone mill stopped turning, and Du Heng harvested a bucket of milky white soy milk. But that was not the end. He rinsed the stone mill with clean water, and the water that came out was white in color, which was also caught by Du Heng in a bucket.
The next step was to filter out the bean dregs. Du Heng used a wooden spoon to scoop soy milk into the net bag one spoonful at a time. A milky white liquid immediately flowed out from under the net bag. The liquid was caught in a wooden basin that had been placed in advance.
After a few spoonfuls of the raw pulp went down, a thick layer of bean dregs appeared in the net bag. As Du Heng gently pushed the net bag, the bean dregs became round in the net bag, and soon formed an irregular sphere.
As more raw pulp was added, the dregs ball became bigger and bigger. After a bucket of raw pulp was filtered, a dregs ball bigger than Du Heng's head appeared in the net bag.
At this time, the dregs still contained a lot of soy milk. Du Heng washed them down with clean water, and the pulp filtered out from the net bag was still milky white. He added clean water three times before the color of the pulp became transparent.
Du Heng was not giving up yet. He grabbed the gauze above the net bag and twisted it together so that the moisture in the bean curd balls could be squeezed out.
Xuan Yu saw that Du Heng was a little embarrassed, and he understood what Du Heng meant. He said, "Let me try."
Xuan Yu was indeed a man who was used to doing hard work. The bean curd balls he twisted shrank immediately. Du Heng beside him kept saying, "Alright, alright!"
Xuan Yu asked, "How do we deal with the bean dregs?"
In fact, bean dregs can be made into delicious food, such as bean dregs cakes, but it is a bit troublesome to make. Du Heng said: "I don't know if Niu'er is willing to eat bean dregs. Last time I saw him, he was not very interested in soybeans."
Xuan Yu said: "There are fish in the spring water under the Dao tree, and the fish will eat it."
Du Heng thought for a while and said, "This is fine. As long as there is no waste." Xuan Yu then walked out of the yard with the net bag.
Du Heng looked at Xuan Yu's back and sighed: "Such a good man, whoever marries him in the future will be blessed."
Xuan Yu, who was outside the yard, seemed to be tripped by something and almost fell. His ears turned red suspiciously.
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After a bucket of raw soy milk was poured into a basin, Du Heng carefully poured the soy milk into the big pot. The milky white soy milk filled the pot to the brim, almost overflowing.
Du Heng patted his head and said, "I should have put less water in it."
But it’s okay, wait for the soy milk to boil and then just drink a few bowls of it.
The flame at the bottom of the pot slowly burned up. Cooking soy milk is a delicate job and you can't be impatient. As the temperature rises, a lot of foam will appear in the pot. At this time, you need to use a spoon to beat off the foam.
Du Heng held his waist with one hand, and stared at the soy milk in the pot with a spoon in the other hand. After a while, a thick layer of foam appeared in the pool beside him, but in contrast, the soy milk in the pot turned into a pure milky white color.
As the temperature of the soy milk in the pot rose, Du Heng slowly stirred the bottom of the pot in circles with a spoon. This would prevent the precipitated soy milk from sticking to the bottom of the pot and burning it.
When Xuanyu came back, the soy milk in the pot had already boiled. Du Heng hurriedly called Xuanyu: "Xuanyu, Xuanyu, bring a bowl! Put sugar in it!"
Xuan Yu executed it immediately, and soon several large bowls appeared next to the stove, with snow-white sugar at the bottom of the bowls.
The soy milk in the pot boiled, and a small group of ripples appeared in the center of the pot. Du Heng reduced the fire in the pot and used a spoon to scoop a bowl of soy milk into each bowl: "You can drink it when it cools down. Where's Xiaoxiao? Isn't he the first one to show up when cooking?"
Xuan Yu brought the bowl of soy milk to the dining table and said, "It's time for him to go out and play. Just stand in the yard and call him and he will come."
Du Heng said, "Then wait a little longer and call him. Otherwise, if he comes and gets addicted to it, my soy milk will be gone."
Xuan Yu couldn't help laughing and said, "Well...it's definitely something Xiaoxiao would do."
After a few spoonfuls of soy milk, the soy milk in the pot became much better and no longer overflowed. The fire at the bottom of the pot was turned off, and the soy milk was as calm as a pot of solidified fat, with a layer of milky yellow substance on the surface.
After this layer is peeled off and dried, it becomes oil bean skin. Du Heng used a chopstick to peel off this layer of oil bean skin.
He called to Xuan Yu: "Help me hang it outside and blow it." Xuan Yu immediately took the oil bean curd skin that looked like a small flag and brought it to the yard.
Du Heng was busy preparing the brine for making tofu.
Tofu is divided into hard tofu and soft tofu. The production process of these two types of tofu is the same in the early stage. The only difference is when making tofu. Brine is used to make hard tofu, while gypsum is used to make soft tofu.
Tender tofu has a smooth texture, while old tofu has a chewy texture. Both types of tofu are delicious. However, Du Heng is used to cooking with old tofu. He used to make tofu with old tofu. He didn't bother with it, since he didn't buy gypsum anyway.
Preparing the brine is a delicate job. If there is too much brine, the tofu will have a pungent smell; if there is too little brine, the soy milk will not coagulate well and the tofu will be watery and look ugly.
The brine used to make the marinade... no doubt, was also bought from Zhou's shop. Du Heng thought it was rock sugar at first and almost pinched a piece to taste it.
Du Heng had dissolved the brine long ago, and now it had become a bowl of water. This bowl of water looked no different from ordinary water, but it was not drinkable.
Du Heng held a wooden spoon in one hand and the bowl of brine in the other. He poured a mouthful of brine into the wooden spoon, then dipped the wooden spoon into the soy milk and slowly stirred it.
As the wooden spoon stirred, the pot slowly changed. The milky white soy milk began to become clear, and clumps of soft coagulation began to appear in the pot. This was the first generation of tofu pudding.
After stirring for a while, more and more condensation appeared in the pot. Finally, a layer of milky white tofu pudding formed at the bottom of the pot. Du Heng poked the tofu pudding with a chopstick, but the chopstick did not fall down, so he stopped stirring.
Du Heng smiled and said, "You can eat tofu pudding."
Xuan Yu didn't know what tofu pudding was, but when he saw Du Heng looking relaxed, he thought that the tofu he made must have been successful.
Du Heng stood in the yard and began to call Xiaoxiao with full energy: "Xiaoxiao - come back and drink soy milk!!"
Before Du Heng finished yelling, a yellow ball jumped in from outside the yard. It flew over happily, flapping its wings: "Chirp, chirp~~"
Not long after Xiaoxiao came in, Jingnan and Fenggui also came in: "Are you ready? I heard you calling Xiaoxiao to drink soy milk from a distance. Is there any for us?"
Du Heng smiled and said, "Yes, we have everything. Come quickly, the tofu pudding is ready."
Xiaoxiao was holding his bowl of soy milk and sipping it happily. Every time he took a sip, he would tilt his head and make a sound, as if he was very satisfied with the taste.
Feng Gui was much more casual. He stirred the soy milk, took a sip, and then raised his eyebrows: "Is this... made of soybeans?"
After drinking half a bowl, Jing Nan gave a thumbs up and said, "It's OK. It tastes good. Although it tastes like beans, it doesn't taste bad at all."
On the contrary, he felt it was quite smooth and he could accept the taste. He finished half a bowl of soy milk in one gulp. The sweet soy milk was mellow and different from the fruit milk he had drunk before. He could accept it.
Only Xuan Yu remained silent. He handed a bowl of soy milk to Du Heng and said, "Try it."
Du Heng was thirsty, so he drank half a bowl of soy milk in one breath and sighed, "The soy milk I make myself is still richer."
And he didn't know whether it was because the beans used were grown in the cultivation world or something else, but he felt that the taste of beans in the soy milk was not strong, and there was no bean smell at all. If you tasted it carefully, you would feel that it was full of spiritual energy.
Du Heng thought that if he was in the mood in the future, he could drink more and drink slowly when he was thirsty.
The tofu pudding in the pot was ready. After everyone drank the soy milk, it was time to taste the tofu pudding. At this time, Jing Nan no longer rejected the tofu pudding: "Hey? I've never seen tofu like this before."
Du Heng smiled and said, "This is tofu pudding. Tofu needs to be pressed into shape. Tofu pudding that has not been pressed will taste more tender than tofu. By the way, tofu pudding can be eaten sweet, salty, or spicy. What flavor do you want to try?"
Jing Nan waved his hand and said, "Adults don't make choices. Bring one for everyone."
Du Heng put a large bowl of tofu pudding on the dining table, and then placed three kinds of dipping sauces in front of the tofu pudding. One was the simplest granulated sugar. Another was a seasoning with sesame oil, balsamic vinegar, soy sauce, chopped mustard tuber, and chives. The last one was Sichuan pepper powder.
Du Heng said perfunctorily: "Do it yourself~"
These old men always complain a lot and mix the food themselves, whether they want sweet or salty.
Jing Nan followed the old rules and scooped a little of each seasoning. He scooped a piece of tofu pudding into the bowl and dipped it in the sauce he had carefully prepared. After taking a bite, he nodded in satisfaction: "Mm, delicious!"
Du Heng's mouth twitched. It couldn't be delicious. Jing Nan either had a problem with his taste buds, or he was just trying to save face.
Feng Gui generously scooped up a small bowl of chili powder, and stuffed the bright red tofu pudding into his mouth: "Mm, spicy."
Du Heng's mouth twitched. What kind of people are these? He really can't just treat them perfunctorily.
Du Heng, who couldn't bear to watch it any longer, handed the prepared tofu pudding to Xuan Yu and Xiao Xiao: "Let me do it. I shouldn't have trusted you."
Xuan Yu and Xiao Xiao were the more knowledgeable ones. They kept silent and waited for Du Heng to help them add flavor.
Jing Nan looked at Xuan Yu's bowl unconvinced, and after taking one look at him, she jumped up: "Why? Xuan Yu's tofu pudding looks so delicious?"
There was a bowl of white and tender tofu pudding in a large bowl, with some small pickled mustard tubers and small dried shrimps floating around it. It was topped with brown sauce and topped with dark green chopped green onions. It looked delicious no matter how you looked at it.
Xuan Yu glanced at Jing Nan, then he slowly blended the tofu pudding, and then put it into his mouth under Jing Nan's envious eyes: "Delicious."
The same thing happened to Xiaoxiao's bowl, but in order to prevent his uncle from snatching his tofu pudding, Xiaoxiao spat on it the moment he got it, and then he imitated Xuanyu and slurped it happily. While slurping, he looked at Fenggui with his eyes slanted.
Feng Gui's face turned pale: "Who wants your tofu pudding? Just eat yours! Look at what you have done!" You actually spit in the bowl, Feng Lin, you are simply lawless! Feng Gui clenched his fists in anger.
Du Heng was quick. He quickly prepared the tofu pudding for Jing Nan and Feng Gui. This time, he made it salty, but he poured a small spoonful of chili oil on Feng Gui's tofu pudding: "Want to try it?"
The freshly made tofu pudding is still hot, mixed with the flavors of soy sauce, balsamic vinegar and sesame oil, which is fresh and appetizing.
Jing Nan buried his head for a while and then ate a bowl of rice. He said, "I can eat this till I'm full."
Feng Gui also nodded implicitly: "Not bad, delicious, can we eat this tomorrow?"
Du Heng discovered that the demon cultivators would keep ordering after eating something delicious.
He smiled and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. If you don't mind the taste of tofu pudding, I'll make more in the future and you can have it for breakfast. Tofu pudding with fried dough sticks is a great breakfast."
Several people divided up the big bowl of tofu pudding on the table. Just when Jing Nan and the others looked at the pot, Du Heng blocked the pot and said, "No, there's no more. I want to make tofu. Can you at least let me make a piece of tofu?"
If we let them eat any more, all the tofu pudding in the pot will be eaten up!
Everyone then put down their bowls with regret: "Okay, then we'll just wait and eat tofu."
Du Heng scooped the remaining tofu pudding from the pot into the tofu-making mold, which was square and had a wooden lid. There were holes at the bottom to allow water to flow out.
Du Heng put gauze in the mold and scooped the tofu pudding in. There was only enough tofu pudding in the pot for two molds, and he originally planned to make five molds of tofu pudding.
He wrapped the tofu pudding with gauze, covered the mold lid, and placed the mold in the sink. He then found two large bowls filled with water and pressed them on the lid, only to seep out of the holes under the mold slowly.
Du Heng clapped his hands: "Just keep doing this for an hour or two."
Du Heng turned around and found Jing Nan, Feng Gui and the others standing next to him. Even Xiao Xiao stretched her neck to look: "Oh~~"
Du Heng had cold sweat on his head. Sometimes he felt that he was ignorant, but sometimes, he thought that these demon cultivators were innocent and cute.
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