As soon as the sky was dark, Xiao Liu's parents had already gotten up. Because they heard Xiao Liu say yesterday, today there will be friends from other places to come to the house as guests. So last night they and Xiao Liu discussed it and prepared to make a dish of tofu porridge this morning as a breakfast to welcome your distinguished guests.
I know that it is not easy to make vegetable tofu porridge, so Xiao Liu also got up early to help. Looking at his parents who were busy tidying up the room and cleaning, Xiao Liu turned around and went into the kitchen, looked at the swollen soybeans that had been soaked last night, picked up a grain and rubbed it, feeling very soft and rotten.
After washing the beans that were brewed, Xiao Liu skillfully used a refiner to grind out a pot of thick soy milk. Since buying this refiner seven or eight years ago, the Xiao Liu family has made it much easier to grind rice or grind soy milk, and the only fly in the ointment is that this refiner cannot be separated by slag. And the hand mill that the parents had been reluctant to throw away in the past was now long gone.
"Mom, the beans are already ground." After Xiao Liu rinsed the refiner, he shouted at his mother.
"Okay, got it". The mother put down the rag in her hand and went straight into the kitchen.
Xiao Liu's father also tacitly put down the broom in his hand and went to the gable root to pick up a bundle of firewood and went into the kitchen.
"You go to the ground and pluck some shallots and coriander, and marinate the shallots first." The mother who was busy with soy milk in her hand did not forget to remind Xiao Liu.
"Oh, I see".
Living in the countryside has these advantages, in the open space in front of their own doors, you can grow some spinach, lettuce, shallots, garlic seedlings and other miscellaneous spices and vegetables, usually very convenient to eat.
Xiao Liu plucked some small chives and a few coriander from the ground, washed the roots, cut into half-centimeter-long segments, and then skillfully mixed in some salt and MSG, stirred evenly and smelled hard, feeling very satisfied. Then he took out the chili oil again, scooped two spoonfuls of chili oil residue into it, smelled it again, and a proud smile appeared on his face.
At this time, the mother gently pushed the heated soy milk with a spoon, afraid that the thick soy milk would stick to the pan and get pasty.
"Soy milk is about to open, you suppress the fire a little less." The mother said to her father, who was on fire.
Father sensibly turned off the soy sauce fan and slowly burned it with a few sticks of firewood. Because he knows that the whole time must be kept on a medium-low heat, only slowly heating can produce more tofu, and the tofu made will be fine and light.
The soy milk has just opened the pot, the mother will be prepared in advance along the side of the syrup juice gently poured into the pot, and very carefully observe the change of soy milk, and then gently push, and then pour half a spoonful of syrup into the pot. Repeating this four or five times, a pot of thick soy milk finally slowly formed a pot of tempting bean blossoms.
It smells sour and fragrant.
"Okay, put the fire out."
His father, who was also observing the changes in the bean blossoms in the pot, heard his mother's command and quickly withdrew several firewood sticks that were still burning from the stove.
The mother neatly rinsed the white cloth that was ready to wrap the tofu again, then spread it on the well grate, slowly scooped the bean blossoms into the white cloth with a large spoon, and finally wrapped it tightly, pressed on the top half a basin of pulp juice, and waited for the tofu in the cloth to take shape.
"Mom, they (friends) are already in town, I'll pick them up." Xiao Liu just hung up the phone and hurried outside.
"Don't ride slowly." Father did not forget to ding Xiao Liu.
"Oh, got it". Xiao Liu agreed, and the electric car had rushed out several meters away.
The town that Xiao Liu said is actually a new market town known as the "hometown of Hanzhong Noodle Skin", which belongs to the Nanzheng District of Hanzhong City. Because nearly half of the people in the town are engaged in the operation and processing of liangpi, and it is also the earliest township in Hanzhong to go out to operate liangpi on a large scale, it is said that it is the birthplace of Hanzhong dough skin.
"Hurry up, set the fire on fire, the guests are coming." While the mother said to her father, she cleaned the pot sharply, poured the bean flower juice that had just been drained into the pot again, and then scooped the light pulp (soybean milk with a very low concentration) filtered out of the okara into two large spoons, gently stirred well and then put on the lid of the pot, only to boil before boiling the rice.
About half an hour later, looking at the sour pulp porridge rolling in the pot, the mother added the remaining spoonful of light soy milk to the pot, and kept nudging the bottom of the pot in her hand, but her mouth was chanting: "After such a long time, I haven't seen it back."
As soon as the words stopped, Xiao Liu rode into the courtyard with an electric car and a small white car that followed behind him.
"Quick, they're back". Father stood up as he spoke, patted the dust on his body as he walked, and went out with a smile on his face to greet the guests.
The mother looked up, did not stop in her hand, opened the white cloth wrapped in tofu, gently pressed, and then cut a piece to hold in her hand, and then cut a few horizontal and vertical knives into squares and then slowly put it in the pot, and then another piece was also cut into squares into the pot, and then gently pushed the bottom of the pot, feeling that it was almost thick, then turned off the fire and supported the lid, wiped his hands while walking outside, and also smiled and prepared to greet the guests.
Mother has always been worried that guests are not used to eating this sour vegetable tofu porridge, when she looks at the way she eats with relish, a nervous heart finally let go.
"Grandma, is it okay for us to eat this tofu porridge at noon?" The friend's daughter, who was about seven or eight years old, looked at Xiao Liu's mother while wiping her mouth.
"I haven't eaten enough, such a big bowl, when have you eaten so much?" Xiao Liu's friend laughed at his daughter.
"It's really delicious, especially this onion oil spicy with this dish of tofu, I also ate some of it but still feel not addicted." The friend's wife picked up the stubble.
"We don't eat this at noon, grandma steamed you hot dough at noon, and then moved some tsubaki sprouts to fry bacon, you say okay"?
From the mother's kind and happy smile, I seem to feel the joy and pride that a person's hard work brings when it is recognized and praised.
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