After all, apart from people like them who have made a living from this for generations, no one else knows how to make yogurt.
“My family is large, eight people in total,” Qin Xiaozhou said, pleased with the man’s honesty. “It’s just that we didn’t bring any supplies…”
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Li Xiang found a few gourds, filled them to the brim with twenty catties, and also gave an extra catty as a bonus.
Back home, Qin Xiaozhou poured ten pounds of bamboo into a basin, then went to the bamboo grove to cut a bamboo stalk. Holding the bamboo, she didn't know where to begin. Wang Lan came over and asked what she was making. She gestured and explained what a manual bamboo whisk looked like. Wang Lan only half understood, but she deftly sliced the bamboo, split it open on the main shaft, and inserted the slices into a curved cylinder. "Take a look, is this it?"
"Yes, yes, that's it." Qin Xiaozhou took it with delight, then found a rope and tied it to the other end using the same method as making fire by rubbing wood together. One end was for the egg beater, and the other end was for spinning a top.
He handed it to Lu Yunxing, saying, "Come and make the milk, separate the fats."
Lu Yunxing didn't understand, so Qin Xiaozhou demonstrated it once: "That's how it is. It takes a long time to do it. When you get tired, I'll take over. We'll take turns until small yellow particles appear in the milk. Keep it up, young man."
Lu Yunxing placed the wooden basin on the wooden stand, sat down, and started making milk. Qin Xiaozhou washed the pot, poured in the remaining milk, and heated it until it was just about to rise with small bubbles. She skimmed off the foam with a spoon, then ladled out a bowl for Zhao Fang, asking, "Can Xiao Si drink this?"
Zhao Fang was unsure whether to feed her youngest son breast milk. Breast milk is a good thing, and she wanted to give it to the child, but her fourth son had diarrhea after drinking it before, so she was very hesitant.
In the end, it was Wang Lan who made the decision: "Let him drink a little first. If he doesn't get diarrhea, then we'll give him more."
It would be such a waste if my grandson couldn't drink all this milk. Meat, eggs, and milk are all good for health, and my grandson should drink more of them.
Qin Xiaozhou divided the milk in the pot into two portions. She put one portion on the table, threw in a few red dates, and told anyone who wanted to drink it to scoop some out themselves. She was going to make yogurt from the other portion.
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