After taking the mold from the Liu family, Lu Zhihang did not dare to go out alone for a while. After all, he had only recently realized what it meant to watch and kill Wei Jie.

After cleaning the mold, Lu Zhihang picked up the two or three kilograms of soaked soybeans that had been pre-selected and screened to remove impurities. At this step, he would put the soaked soybeans into the stone mill several times and grind them.

While grinding, add water and soybeans evenly.

Lu Zhihang only planned to test it. The quantity of soybeans he prepared was not large. He had to try the finished product before he dared to sell it. In order to make tofu, he told Mr. Zhang all the lies and good things. Originally, Zhang Yuanshu wanted to help personally.

, but Lu Zhihang declined politely. If he succeeded this time, he would not be able to let a middle-aged woman do heavy work for him. At most, he would soak the soybeans, boil the pulp, and make the pulp.

The stone mill is simple to use. He figured out how to use it after a little research. He took out part of the soaked soybeans and put it into the slot in the stone mill. He also added a little water. Lu Zhihang pushed the stone mill for a long time.

Seeing the soy milk paste, he added more soybeans and water. The taste of the tofu depends on the details of each step in the production. He adjusted his grinding speed so that the tofu could be fine and tender.

of soy milk.

The sun was gradually setting, and the soybeans were almost polished. Lu Zhihang wiped the sweat from his forehead and panted slightly. Don't watch the TV series about pushing the stone mill for fun. It's really tiring to get started. At the same time, he also realized

I realize that the quality of my body and bones is not very good, at least it is far worse than the modern body. It seems that I need to exercise more in my spare time.

After taking a short rest, Lu Zhihang poured all the finely ground soy milk paste into the flour bag. After evenly filling it, he hung the bag high and shook it with his hands, so that the slurry contained in the bag flowed out until the slurry was drained.

It was Zhang who took the initiative to cook the soy milk. Lu Zhihang couldn't resist letting her do it. She might not be good at physical work, but she was quite good at cooking. She cooked the raw soy milk with fierce fire exactly as Lu Zhihang asked.

Boil it, wait until the bubbles of the soy milk in the pot noodles burst, scoop it out of the pot and let it cool slightly. Lu Zhihang has already taken the prepared salt brine and brought it into the cookhouse.

"How do you order this soy milk?" Mrs. Zhang finished cooking the soy milk and had no intention of leaving. On the contrary, she was eager to try it and felt that making the tofu was a bit interesting.

Lu Zhihang could see that Ms. Zhang didn't think making tofu was interesting, but doing something with her son made her feel a little more needed. In the past, she only cared about Lu Zhi's food and drink, but Lu Zhi thought she was too effeminate.

, just doing laundry and cooking is enough.

"To order the milk, just use a small spoon to stir the soy milk in the pot forward at a constant speed, and slowly add salt brine until there are corn-sized tofu cubes in the pot." Lu Zhihang handed her a spoon.

, pointing to the salt brine that he had prepared, and said warmly.

Mrs. Zhang took the spoon and was silent for a long time.

"Mom, what else don't you understand?" Lu Zhihang smiled when he saw Zhang standing silent.

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhang stirred up the soy milk and said with a smile: "Nothing, but now I feel like you have changed."

When Lu Zhihang heard this, his eyes flashed slightly and he said: "I am so alive here, how can I become a different person..."

"In the past, you would have never done this by yourself, and you would not have told your mother about it. My Zhihang is now sensible." Mrs. Zhang's tone was filled with relief.

"..." So that's what it meant. Lu Zhihang looked at Mr. Zhang and sighed.

While the two were chatting, they poured the condensed tofu into a mold covered with cotton cloth and wrapped it. They randomly picked up a heavy object in the restaurant and squeezed it to squeeze out the water contained in the tofu. However, it usually didn't work.

Press out all the water, unless you want to make dried tofu.

After working hard for a long time, he finally made the tofu. Lu Zhihang took the iron piece and drew two equal lines horizontally and vertically, cut the prepared tofu into a nine-square grid, took out a small piece and put it in Zhang's bowl, saying

: "Mother, please come first."

Ms. Zhang didn't hesitate at all, she took a bite and chewed it in her mouth a few times. The warm tofu had the aroma of beans and was so tender that it melted in her mouth. It was unlike any other snack she had ever eaten. It was the first time she had eaten it.

Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but marvel at this taste and said: "This is actually made of soybeans. How come it tastes so delicate and soft?"

She looked at the fruits of her labor carefully. She still couldn't believe it when she looked at the tofu, which was as delicate as white jade cream. If she hadn't made it with her own hands, she might have thought it was Lu Zhihang making fun of her.

"Mom, what do you think of this tofu being sold at the Dadu market?" Lu Zhihang took a bite and got to the point.

"The supply must exceed demand..." Mrs. Zhang said without thinking. After finishing her words, she suddenly froze, covered her mouth and said in a trembling voice: "Are you working so hard to make this tofu just to share the burden of the family?

?”

"I have reached the age of getting married, and it is time for me to learn to take charge of my own affairs." Lu Zhihang didn't think this was a big deal. He was just over sixteen years old in this body, but there was a twenty-six-year-old man living in his inner soul.

As an adult man, Lu Zhihang doesn't have the hobby of chewing on the elderly.

An ordinary sentence made Mrs. Zhang burst into tears. Lu Zhihang felt helpless about this, so he could only coax him a few words and decided to make two plates of tofu at the village entrance market in two days to see the market and then decide whether to get it from the town.

Sell ​​on.

However, Lu Zhihang was worried that not many people in the village would buy tofu when they saw it for the first time, so he immediately said: "Mom, why don't we cook some tofu first and give it to the villagers to try and then let them decide whether to buy it?"

Are you going back?"

"Try it? Wouldn't it mean that they ate it all before it was sold? Besides, mother doesn't know how to cook the tofu." Mrs. Zhang looked a little hesitant. This was the first time she had seen tofu.

I thought I could eat it when it was done, but I didn’t expect that I had to stir-fry it.

"There are many ways to make this tofu, but we don't need to make anything fancy. We just need to heat the pan with oil, sprinkle some salt, and fry both sides until crispy." Lu Zhihang pulled out the tofu recipe in his mind and got it.

Selling in the restaurant is another source of income, but he doesn't want to sell it directly to others yet. If there is a chance, he can open a shop by himself and serve a few special dishes, which will make more money than selling tofu.

Most people in Zhangjia Village only travel back and forth between Yangjiang Town and the village, and have not seen as much of the world as Zhang. As long as this tofu can calm Zhang, Lu Zhihang feels that the reactions of others will not be much different.

According to what Lu Zhihang said, Zhang immediately took off a piece of tofu the size of a palm and carefully cut it into several neat little cubes, fearing that the fragile tofu would be ruined if he made a big move.

Turn on the stove, wait until the bottom of the pot is warm, smear some lard on it, and then put it in the pot.

When the steamy tofu hits the oil in the hot pot, it's like thunder from the sky and fire on the ground, and oil splashes pop up. In just a moment, the crystal clear white tender tofu is slightly fried on the surface under the hot oil.

The skin has risen, and the crispy skin is glowing with golden color, which looks tempting and delicious.

Mrs. Zhang sprinkled another handful of salt on top, and the tofu at the bottom of the pot began to smell of bean aroma. The small kitchen was filled with an appetizing smell. She turned the tofu one by one with the shovel in her hand.

Although this dish is simple, it is timeless.

Lu Zhihang stared at Mr. Zhang's hard work there, but he recalled in his mind that when he was a child, every time he got up late and hurried to school, his mother would yell for him to have white porridge with fried tofu, and then go after eating.

I can't help but feel a little nostalgic.

"Zhihang, is this ready to be cooked?" Mrs. Zhang took a shovel and turned over both sides of the tofu. She leaned closer to the iron pot and smelled the aroma of the tofu, which made her feel a little greedy.

"Yeah." Lu Zhihang just nodded, and Mrs. Zhang eagerly shoveled out the steaming tofu and placed it in a bowl. The mother and son ate the fried tofu in the kitchen.

Mrs. Zhang ate a little hastily and exhaled the hot air in her mouth. Then she saw Lu Zhihang eating slowly and his face turned red. He said, "Zhihang, I didn't expect that you know a lot about the esophagus. This tofu is just added with a little salt.

The taste is as good as delicacies, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.”

"It's all from the book. My mother's craftsmanship is good. I dictated a few words and you actually made it." Lu Zhihang said with a smile.

"You kid." Mrs. Zhang was so happy that she was praised, and she knew in her heart that frying tofu is easy to learn, and any woman who has cooked can do it just fine.

The two made a plate of tofu, and there was not much soy milk left. Lu Zhihang added some sugar to it. At dinner time, there were several large pieces of tofu left, but there was not much soy milk left. Zhang wanted to express his gratitude for the gift yesterday.

The woman who came with a basket of eggs divided it into two pieces and gave it to her. She also explained in detail how to fry tofu. In addition to frying, it could also be cooked with wild vegetables to make soup.

After sending this home, she divided the remaining tofu into pieces and gave it to people with whom she usually had a good relationship. It happened to be a meal, and most of them happily took it. After praising the tofu, they also gave some eggs and vegetables as gifts in return.

After Mrs. Zhang delivered the tofu, she came back with a hand full of fruits and vegetables. She returned home and put them away. She gave the last piece of tofu and the few remaining sweet soy milk to Li, who loved to gather people and make irresponsible remarks in the village.

The aunt sent it to her. Last time the incident of "Lu Zhihang raped a common girl" brought so many people together, Aunt Li also contributed a lot to her words. She told the woman what she heard and added jealousy to her actions. Lu Zhihang didn't mind and asked Mrs. Zhang to take Li

The aunt said she was happy before leaving.

The free food and the good new image of Lu Zhihang naturally made Aunt Li feel pity for the orphans and widowers of the Lu family. When she heard that Zhang was going to sell tofu at the market two days later, she volunteered and said

She helped them talk to the sisters in their village. According to her son, this is called marketing, and Aunt Li is the best carrier for their tofu and soy milk advertising.

While Zhang was visiting various houses, Lu Zhihang took advantage of the dark night and high winds to sneak to Zhang Tieshu's house and knocked on the door. After a while, he heard someone walking slowly towards the wooden door, saying "

He muttered: "It's so late at night, are you looking for your uncle?"

"It's me." Lu Zhihang raised his eyebrows and said calmly, facing Zhang Tieshu who had just opened the door.

Zhang Tieshu's originally gloomy eyes suddenly became energetic, and he subconsciously wanted to close the wooden door, but Lu Zhihang quickly stopped him.

"Sir, didn't we agree that this matter is over? The young one has stopped cheating and playing tricks. He has been an honest man these days..." Zhang Tieshu subconsciously felt that Lu Zhihang was here to settle accounts after the fall, and he trembled and begged for mercy.

road.

Lu Zhihang was amused by his trembling reaction. He curved the corners of his mouth and said happily: "I'm not a person who doesn't keep my word. I'm afraid I won't eat you."

"Then this time you are..." Zhang Tieshu said with a forced smile.

"I'll give you a job, will you do it?" Lu Zhihang looked at Zhang Tieshu's body from top to bottom and asked.

"manual labor?"

"My family is short of a bean grinder tomorrow. Two meals a day are covered, and I'll pay you 50 yuan." Lu Zhihang said with a smile.

Tomorrow morning, he would have to get up before dawn to grind more than ten kilograms of beans. He was reluctant to do it with Zhang, and he might not be able to grind it all by himself. He would still have to sell the tofu in the future, and he would have to read a book in his spare time to keep his energy up.

I was depressed, and my body couldn't bear it, so I thought of asking Zhang Tieshu for help. This man happened to be strong, had plenty of strength, and had a handle in his own hands. His elm-brained brain was not very bright, and he could not understand the tofu even by grinding the beans.

How to make it.

"I don't need the 50 Wen. Just bring it to me for dinner." Zhang Tieshu didn't care about the 50 Wen. Lu Zhihang had already stolen all of his own money. He just asked Mr. Lu not to remember the faults of others.
Chapter completed!