Su Yun'er entered the space and, following the alarm clock's reminder, went to her friend's house.
This friend planted a lot of soybeans, and Su Yun'er also harvested quite a lot as a result.
Looking at the soybeans, Su Yun'er suddenly remembered that when she was tidying up today, she had also found a small half-bag of soybeans in a corner.
Lately, I've been having brown rice porridge or roasted sweet potatoes for breakfast. Maybe I should make some soy milk tomorrow.
The warehouse in the space contained some farm tools and implements, including a small stone mill.
Even better, this little stone mill can be powered by points, allowing it to grind beans by itself, saving Su Yun'er a lot of effort.
After leaving the space, Su Yun'er went to the kitchen, where Old Mrs. Chen was cooking with the twins.
The grass helps wash the vegetables, and the saplings are in charge of starting the fire.
Su Yun'er told everyone about her plan to have soy milk for breakfast the next morning, but to her surprise, she received support but also opposition.
"Soy milk? Forget it, this bag of soybeans is of poor quality, and anything made from it would be inedible. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been sitting there for so long." Old Mrs. Chen shook her head.
The subtext is: Otherwise, you would have taken these beans to your parents' house long ago.
Hearing what Grandma Chen said, Su Yun'er carefully examined the beans under the light. Sure enough, the beans were not plump enough, and the skins were wrinkled, indicating that they were not high-quality beans.
"Let me try it, otherwise it would be a waste to lose it."
Su Yun'er thought that she would try soaking the beans in the spiritual spring water from her space, which might improve the taste and texture of the beans.
"It would be such a waste to lose it," this statement successfully convinced Grandma Chen.
Su Yun'er scooped water from the water vat and soaked the beans, waiting to make soy milk the next morning.
Furthermore, for comparison, Su Yun'er used spiritual spring water to soak a bowl of space soybeans and a bowl of inferior soybeans in the space.
So now there are three kinds of beans: ordinary beans soaked in ordinary water, ordinary beans soaked in spiritual spring water, and space beans soaked in spiritual spring water.
We'll see how the texture and taste of the three types of beans differ then.
Dinner was ready. Grandma Chen's cooking method was different, but it was still authentic farm food. In addition, there was plenty of seasoning and oil at home, so the food tasted very good.
Before the meal, Su Yun'er packed a bowl of snowflake sugar balls and a few strings of candied hawthorns and asked Xiao Shu to take them to Aunt Song's house.
The Song family.
It was just the time for the Song family to prepare dinner, but no one touched their chopsticks. They were all staring at the two bowls of red and white things in the middle of the table, lost in thought.
"Zixing, what did you call these things when Xiaoshu brought them over?" Aunt Song asked her grandson.
"Grandma said that these individual pieces are called snowflake sugar balls, and these strings are called candied hawthorn skewers."
“Mom, I saw people eating this in the city today,” Song Muqiang said. “They said it was hard to buy, and they said it was so delicious, but there’s so little of it, you can’t buy it even if you have money.”
"You can't even buy them with money? How did Shanhe's wife get so many? It must have cost a lot of money!" The eldest daughter-in-law, Li Lan, was very surprised.
The second son, Song Shanqiang, also recalled what had happened before: "Shanhe's wife came to our house before and said she wanted to buy firewood. Where did she get so much money?"
The Song family was incredulous at Su Yun'er's generosity.
“Don’t make wild guesses. I saw her go into the mountains to pick these fruits yesterday,” said Zhu Xiufang, the second daughter-in-law.
"How did you see that?" the Song family asked in unison.
"Yesterday at noon, I went to dig for wild vegetables. When I came back, I saw Shanhe's wife leading Xiaoshu into the mountains. They were talking and said they were going to pick red sour fruit. I was squatting on the ground and was blocked by the tree, so they probably didn't see me. I was wondering why they would pick red sour fruit, since it's so sour. Now it seems they were making some kind of candied hawthorn or gourd."
"She actually has such good skills?" Li Lan was surprised again.
“Alright, since she made it herself, it’s a favor to bring it to us.” Aunt Song glanced at her eldest son.
She told her eldest son to bundle more firewood for her family, and also reminded them of what else could be used as firewood. It seems that this was Su Yun'er's way of expressing her gratitude.
But only Aunt Song and Song Muqiang knew about this; no one else in the family knew.
"Alright, everyone, let's eat. Put these candied hawthorns and gourds in the yard and eat them after you finish eating, otherwise the candied hawthorns will melt." Aunt Song said with a smile.
This candy is a rare treat; even farmers wouldn't buy it to eat once a year. This time, we got two big bowls of it—it'll definitely satisfy our cravings!
Thinking about the candy they would be eating later, the Song family ate much faster than usual, especially Song Zixing, who basically just picked up his bowl and poured it into his stomach.
The Chen family.
The night passed quickly, and Su Yun'er woke up early, wanting to grind beans in her space before the rest of the family woke up.
Last night, I cleaned up the small stone mill in my house that had been abandoned for many years. Although I don't know how to use it, I still wanted to make an appearance.
He brought ordinary beans soaked in ordinary water from the kitchen into the space, ground all three types of beans using the space mill, and then brought them all out again.
After filtering the soy milk through the gauze in the kitchen, it was cooked three times in separate batches.
It's not difficult to operate, but it's a bit complicated.
After all three pots of soy milk were cooked, Su Yun'er tasted them one by one.
Soaking regular beans in plain water results in the worst-tasting beans. They have a very noticeable sour and astringent flavor, and a strong beany smell that you can detect without even drinking them or trying to smell them.
The beans soaked in the spiritual spring water naturally have the best texture and taste, with no beany smell, a slightly sweet taste, and a very rich aroma.
The ordinary beans soaked in the spiritual spring water tasted very similar to the soy milk I had drunk in my previous life. It wasn't as fragrant, but it also didn't have a beany or sour taste. It tasted like ordinary, normal soy milk.
That's good enough. The spiritual spring water is indeed all-powerful and has the ability to turn decay into magic.
Su Yun'er sent the unpalatable soy milk and three parts of soy pulp into the chicken coop. The fat chickens shouldn't be picky about the taste; after all, it's beans, which can provide them with some nutrition and energy.
To go with the soy milk, Su Yun'er planned to make some scallion pancakes.
Mix flour with spring water to make a batter, then add chopped green onions, salt, and a little pepper. Stir well. Find a flat iron griddle, lightly brush it with oil, pour in a little batter, spread it evenly, and wait for the pancake to cook. The fragrant, simple, and delicious scallion pancake is ready.
Soy milk provides protein, and fried dough provides fat and carbohydrates, but what's missing are some vegetables.
Su Yun'er, a modern person, tried her best to arrange reasonable meals for everyone.
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