Chapter 117: Making Tofu

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Yang Ruqing smiled and glanced at Xiao An: "You really have a dog's nose, almost beaten to pieces but you could still smell this scent. Not bad, not bad!"

Xia An giggled, still tiptoeing to try and look.

Yang Ruqing then lowered the bowl's opening so he could have a good look.

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Raising his head, he explained to Sun and Old Man Sun, who were both equally surprised, "To make bean curd out of soybean milk, you need seasoning. Seasoning is the crucial step that brings it all together. Well, I won't say any more. Brighten your eyes, something magical is about to happen!

She held a bowl in one hand, and slowly poured the prepared sour water from the bowl into the boiling soy milk pot.

In the other hand, holding a spatula, gently stirring, allowing the acid water and soy milk to blend evenly together.

The protein solution extracted from soybeans solidifies into a gel at a visible rate when exposed to acidic water.

White, cloud-like things slowly formed in the pot.

“Oh, it worked! It worked! Look quickly!”

Someone exclaimed in surprise, and everyone was very excited.

Yang Ruqing couldn't help but be filled with amazement and wonder at the ingenuity of the Creator.

Saltwater tofu, a thing subdued by another!

“Qing’er, what did you put in this sour water It's truly magical!” Mrs. Sun exclaimed with wonder.

Old Sun also wore an expression of astonishment: "I've lived for most of my life, and this is the first time I've seen something like this. Hey, it seems that those who are born later are superior to those born earlier!"

It was just a mouthful of dialect, but Yang Ruohua understood it perfectly.

"Gāgong is complimenting herself, meaning it's like the saying 'the new generation pushes the old one aside,' right"

"Qinger, ah, your sour water, what is it made of" Mrs. Sun couldn't help but ask again.

Yang Ruoqing was about to speak when Dashi suddenly stopped her.

"Mother, walls have ears. This sour water is my elder sister's secret recipe for tofu. Don't ask about it." Da'an said in a low voice, his eyes glancing at the door and windows of the kitchen.

Sun realized, immediately closed her mouth.

Yang Ruqing glanced at Da'an's serious look and couldn't help but laugh.

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"It's nothing, even if I tell you the recipe for this sour water, others won't be able to make it!"

The ratio of water and vinegar is crucial, a little more or less can make a huge difference!

Yang Ruoqing wasn't afraid of being overheard, but since Dayan was so considerate, she would definitely follow his lead.

"Mother, I'll tell you privately later. Quickly get some bowls and chopsticks, let's have some tofu pudding!"

The clean dishes were immediately put on the countertop.

Yang Ruqing scooped plenty of tofu pudding into each bowl, then took some caramel and added a spoonful to each bowl, stirring evenly.

"Dayaan, take this bowl to our father," Yang Ruqing instructed.

"Alright!" Duan raised his cup and was about to leave.

"Dayan, wait a moment," Sun Shi stopped Dayan and turned to Yang Ruqing: "This tofu pudding is a rare delicacy. The first night we have to offer it to the Kitchen God!"

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Yang Ruqing was taken aback.

In this era, rural farmers rely on the whims of fate for their harvests. They devoutly worship various deities, finding solace and purpose in their spiritual beliefs.

Spiritual belief, sometimes power is infinite, and it's also a kind of reliance.

Among all the gods and deities, the most down-to-earth and well-known is the Kitchen God.

In rural areas, people believe that the kitchen god is an official appointed by the Jade Emperor to supervise each household. He is considered the head of the family.

During festivals and holidays, whatever delicious food there is, the Kitchen God gets to taste it first.

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Every year on the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, households sacrifice and send the Kitchen God to heaven to report their family matters to the Jade Emperor. This has become a custom, so you can't offend the Kitchen God!

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Yang Ruqing raised her hand and tapped her head, smiling: "Look at my memory, when I'm busy, I forget things. That's to be expected!"

Yang Ruqing quickly picked up one of the bowls and respectfully placed it to the side of the stovepipe.

On the other hand, he clasped his hands together and bowed: "Kitchen God, please don't hold a grudge against me. I offer you this hot tofu brain as a tribute. If you find it satisfying, please bless our whole family!"

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Here, Mrs. Sun seeing this, smiled with relief.

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Old Sun nodded in satisfaction as well. Only then did Da'an pick up his bowl and leave the kitchen.

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Soon, Da An returned. Yang Ruqing handed him the bowl: "It's just the right temperature, drink it while it's hot!"

“Thank you, sister!” Da'an took it and stirred it with his chopsticks. Then he lowered his head and sipped it politely.

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“How does it taste” Yang Ruqing asked Dān and Xiao'ān.

Little An nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice. Da An also smiled sheepishly.

There, Sun held a bowl, her face showing a hint of hesitation.

“Mother, why aren't you drinking” Yang Ruqing asked.

"Qinger, this tofu pudding is a rare treat. What do you say, should we send a bowl to Grandma" Sun shi inquired.

Yang Ruqing shook her head and refused without hesitation.

"Don't bother, Mother. Whatever we eat and drink, we have to send it over there. We can't afford to!"

Mrs. Sun lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Although we've split the family, they are still your grandparents, your father's parents after all. If we don't send them anything, people will spread rumors about us and gossip behind our backs!"

Yang Ruqing let out a light hum and said, "Outsiders We live to please ourselves. What business is it of theirs"

“Besides, who doesn't have people talking about them behind their back And who has no one talking about them at all Justice lies in the hearts of the people. As long as we ask ourselves and find our conscience clear, what does it matter how others perceive us”

Sun didn't speak anymore.

But his expression still seemed a little hesitant.

Yang Ruqing wiped her mouth and continued, "Besides, just because today my sister-in-law hit our little An, and my grandparents showed such a permissive attitude, I would rather pour this tofu pudding on the street or into the pond by the village entrance than give them even a single bite!"

Speaking of this, Sun raised her head and glanced at Xiao An who was eagerly licking the bottom of his bowl over there.

The woman's eyes welled up, and she nodded vigorously. "Alright, we'll go with what Qing'er says. We won't send anything, and tomorrow's tofu won't be sent either!"

Yang Ruqing smiled: "That's right!"

If you seek peace through struggle, then peace endures. If you seek peace through compromise, then peace is lost!

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The words of the founding leader, Old Mao, are indeed profound!

After finishing the doufu nao, everyone's faces showed expressions of satisfaction. Xia An's belly had become round like a ball and she sat there burping non-stop.

This made Yang Ruqing and Dayan both burst out laughing.

“Mother, you can clean up these chopsticks. I’m going to ladle the tofu!” Yang Ruqing ordered.

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Sun took the bowls and chopsticks to the well outside to wash them. In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing asked Lao Sun and Da'an to spread out the black netting that they had before into the mold on the door panel.

Then, she picked up the ladle and scooped out the excess tofu water from the pot. Next, she poured all the tofu pudding into the mold...

A wooden basin was placed under the door panel to collect the beancurd water. All the tofu pudding was scooped into the mold, and the black netting was gathered together on all sides and tied into a knot.

A plank was placed on top, another board on that, and then several bricks and stones were piled on top of those.

Now, it's just a matter of waiting...t a woman, and I don’t know what to do…”"...Oh..."Yang Huazhong choked back a mouthful of blood, almost spitting it out."I'll take charge, so let's start with Holly..."“Father!”Yang Ruqing suddenly sp...