Qin Qinghuai was also worried.
"Then I'll pack these things up and go inside to look for them. Honey, do you think there are any other ways to eat soybeans in here?"
We've been eating bean sprouts in the cafeteria for a week now. Stir-fried bean sprouts, vinegared bean sprouts, we're even using bean sprouts as fillings. How many ways can you make with just one bean sprout? No matter how you turn it over and over, it still tastes like bean sprouts, doesn't it?
"Sigh, those cooks in the mess hall have been worried sick these past few days."
After packing her things, Jian Dan felt a bit sleepy, so she simply locked the front door and the inner door, then led the person into the space.
"Go find it. The oil press is over there, behind the warehouse. I'm going to get something to eat."
He put a bite of food in his mouth, then suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Isn't this ready-made? This brain is all rusted."
"Can't soybeans be used to make tofu?"
Qin Qinghuai shrugged.
"You think I don't know? It's not like I can't do it!"
"Those cooks have been here for years, and they only learned their skills a few years ago. Making tofu used to be a family secret recipe; not everyone knew it. None of us have apprentices, so how could we possibly know it?"
Tofu is a wonderful food—delicious, inexpensive, and versatile in cooking. It's a great food that can be enjoyed year-round.
"I'd like to. I know soybeans can be used to make a lot of things. If done properly, a single soybean could support an entire factory. But I don't know how, do I?"
He simply rolled his eyes and pointed around.
"How come you're even dumber than me? What are you doing here? What is this place?"
"Isn't this your space? Didn't I come in looking for the oil pressing machine and books?"
"Yes, books,"
The tone was simple and cool; this person must have something wrong with them. She's known for being "pregnant and forgetful" for three years, and this person has become stupid too?
"Book,"
Qin Qinghuai sat back down, then suddenly slapped his forehead, closed his eyes, and looked extremely annoyed.
"What an idiot! He's sitting right next to a treasure trove and still searching everywhere. Ugh, he's so stupid!"
Shaking his head, he simply continued to indulge in his own pleasure.
"Then who knows you? You can't blame me for this; you just can't remember."
In later generations, I occasionally heard stories of wives who were pregnant but had no symptoms of their own, yet all of these symptoms manifested in their husbands, who vomited from the beginning of pregnancy to childbirth.
Many people say this is a case of the husband experiencing pseudopregnancy, suggesting it may be related to psychological factors, emotional stress, and discomfort caused by changes in his wife's lifestyle and eating habits after becoming pregnant. Simply put, 99.9% of men who experience this are those with a good relationship and who care deeply for their wives.
But in this day and age, putting aside whether there are husbands who are so concerned about their wives, this situation is truly unheard of.
Having solved another major problem, Qin Qinghuai suddenly understood. He grabbed a few bites of tofu rice from his wife, then turned around and got back to work, fully recharged.
Since becoming pregnant, Jian Dan has been very lazy. She can't get any work done and, apart from the necessary daily activities, she's basically as lazy as possible.
One person was busy running around like crazy, while she sat idly to the side, eating fruit and watching the commotion, chatting away.
"Brother, how do you plan to take it out?"
Qin Qinghuai was so busy he didn't even look up.
"Let's take a look first. If it doesn't work, I'll manually organize it. We laymen won't understand this kind of thing, but the experts will understand it at a glance. Let them refine and summarize it themselves. I reckon even those few in the cooking squad can figure out the tools or molds themselves."
"You mean the tofu pouches for making tofu, or the ones for pressing oil?"
"Making tofu doesn't seem too difficult to me. As for oil pressing, I'll research it later. We can't export these advanced technologies, so I'll see if we can use some key parts. If we can improve the oil yield or purity, wouldn't that put us ahead of the curve?"
"I don't understand, you can research it. But if we can make soybean oil and tofu freely, it will be a significant improvement. Our quality of life will be much better, and the entire residential compound will have to thank you."
"well!"
Holding a few books, Qin Qinghuai sat down beside him.
"I don't care about your thanks or not. I just want everyone to have a few more bites, especially this time of year. I wanted to cook something delicious for you, but I didn't dare to open the window open. I was afraid someone would ask, 'Political Commissar Qin, what delicious food have you made at home?'"
Simple laughed so hard she was shaking, and she slapped the table.
"Big brother, even you have times when you're afraid?"
"Slow down, slow down,"
Qin Qinghuai didn't get the joke; instead, he was quite frightened by his wife's actions, fearing she might accidentally strain herself, and quickly came over to help her.
"Slow down, slow down, smile gently, don't move around, hold me tight, hey!"
Simple laughed until she broke out in a sweat, while Qin Qinghuai broke out in a sweat from fright.
After coming out, Jian Dan fell asleep immediately. Qin Qinghuai was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all and started taking notes with great enthusiasm.
Simple didn't pay much attention, but perhaps this thing really wasn't difficult, or rather, it wasn't difficult for insiders. A few days later, Qin Qinghuai excitedly brought back two tofu dishes. One was a special Northeastern-style braised tofu, and the other was a clear stew, cabbage stew with tofu and a little bit of pork belly. The cabbage was from a greenhouse, bright green, and looked very appetizing.
There were also two pieces of freshly made tofu, white and tender, the kind that trembled at the slightest touch, and you could smell a rich bean aroma when you got close.
It looked so appetizing that I took a bite with my spoon and my eyes lit up immediately.
"This tofu is delicious!"
He didn't stop talking, and soon half a piece of tofu was gone.
"Who made this? The craftsmanship is amazing. It's so delicate, smooth, and doesn't have any beany taste. It's delicious."
"I have to thank you for the recipe! The head chefs in the mess hall are very experienced; they understood it at a glance. This is the second time; the first batch was already sold out in the canteen."
"Really? Everyone likes to eat it?"
"They don't care about liking or disliking anything. Anything that fills their stomachs is good. But this tofu is highly praised. You don't know, there are many people who have never even tried it."
Why!
I witnessed it firsthand; it was truly bitter. Some people cried even after eating a bite of tofu, and many couldn't bear to eat it, packing it up in lunchboxes to take home.
"That's for sure. Ordinary people suffer the most. On the surface, it's about food and clothing, but there are many unseen aspects. When the elderly and children are sick, that's when they are most helpless and desperate."
Qin Qinghuai kept mixing scallions with tofu, then pushed it over, sighing as he spoke.
"I was quite happy at first, and I found a few ways to help my brothers, but I found that those solutions could only solve a part of their problems, and the fundamental problem could not be solved."
I suddenly realized that the task ahead is arduous and the road is long!
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