A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot

Li Yi's estimated time was very accurate.

When he brought Liu Yifei back to the restaurant, Wu Lei had just stuffed the last handful of beans into the stone mill.

As soon as Liu Yifei returned to the kitchen, she saw buckets of soybean milk on the counter.

"Amazing! Xiao Lei, you are really capable!"

She smiled and clapped her hands twice, full of praise.

Wu Lei was so tired that his wrists were sore and weak, but he couldn't help being happy when he heard the praise.

After Li Yi came in, Wu Lei couldn't wait to ask Li Yi for credit: "Brother Yi, look! I'm done grinding, am I good or not?"

"Well, not bad, worthy of praise."

Li Yi also nodded and praised a few words, then took out a piece of fine gauze and a large pot from the cabinet, and motioned: "Come and help me filter out the bean dregs."

"okay!"

Wu Lei was full of energy, and carrying the bucket of soybean milk, he came to the pot that Li Yi had set up.

Li Yi asked Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai to stand on both sides of the cauldron, supporting the gauze, and then, together with Wu Lei, poured ground soybean milk on the gauze.

There is still a lot of bean dregs in the ground soy milk, which is the solid matter left after the beans are ground.

Through the filtration of gauze, the bean dregs were gradually filtered out, sank on the gauze, and formed a large piece.

While pouring soy milk, Li Yi said casually: "Bean is the most perfect food, it contains carbohydrates, plant protein, and dietary fiber.

It can be ground into noodles to be used as food, tofu can be used as vegetables, and soy milk can be ground into soy milk, which can replace animal milk.

Most of us Chinese are lactose intolerant, and soy milk is the most suitable drink for Chinese stomachs. "

Liu Yifei praised: "Our ancestors are really smart. Thousands of years ago, they knew that beans are delicious, and they can make tofu. It's amazing."

Zhao Jinmai asked curiously: "Brother Yi, is this the reason why you want to make a tofu feast in the first episode?"

Li Yi smiled, noncommittal.

Wu Lei on the side also sighed: "Except for eating too much and easy to fart, everything else is pretty good."

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Hearing his words, Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai looked at each other, as if they had turned on a switch, they laughed.

Wu Lei also remembered a not-so-good memory, and immediately burst out laughing.

Seeing that Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai were laughing so hard that they could barely hold the gauze, Li Yi hurried forward and took the gauze over: "Be careful, this bean dregs is also a good thing, don't waste it."

In the live broadcast room of the show at this time, the audience saw Liu Yifei and the others laughing together, confused.

"What's going on? Why are you all laughing?"

"What did you say? Did I miss something?"

"Wu Lei just said that eating too many beans is easy to fart, but is this true? Is it so funny?"

There is a monitor behind the console, and you can see the barrage of the audience.

Liu Yifei glanced at the barrage, held back a smile and explained: "We thought of an embarrassing thing, but we can't tell you, it's too embarrassing!"

It was fine if she didn't say it, but the audience became even more curious when she said it this way.

"What embarrassment? Tell me!"

"Please, tell me secretly, okay? I will never tell anyone!"

"What happened?"

That incident was a bit embarrassing, so Liu Yifei was naturally embarrassed to say it.

She also told Wu Lei and Zhao Jinmai: "You guys can't tell! This is our secret."

As she said that, she looked at Li Yi: "Brother Yi, you can't say it either."

"say what?"

Li Yi asked casually, "Carrot or soybean?"

"Hahaha!"

Liu Yifei couldn't hold back anymore, and immediately laughed with Zhao Jinmai again.

Li Yi helplessly looked at them laughing wildly like two idiots, and pointed to the door: "Okay, okay, you go outside and laugh! Rest for a while, you won't be needed here for the time being."

"No, my stomach hurts."

Zhao Jinmai clutched his stomach and helped Liu Yifei walk out the door, his shoulders were still shaking as he walked.

Li Yi shook his head, turned around to look at the cauldron, and clapped his hands lightly: "Fire."

The most critical step in making tofu is to cook the soy milk.

There is vegetable protein in soy milk, so it is easy to get mushy.

If there is a slight paste, the whole pot of soy milk will be useless.

So when cooking soy milk, you need to control the heat and stir it from time to time.

He has to come in person for this part.

But Wu Lei will not be idle, the soaked black beans and mung beans also have to be ground, and his strong labor career is far from over.

Cooking the soy milk over medium heat, Li Yi gently pushed the light yellow soy milk with a wooden spoon, without rushing or slowing down.

Modern kitchen appliances are much more advanced than ancient ones, but they also have obvious shortcomings.

The firepower of ancient stoves was not as strong as natural gas, but they burned wood or charcoal.

When natural firewood and charcoal are burning, the smell of wood and charcoal will be released and blended into the food.

That is a unique smell of smoke, which cannot be achieved by gas stoves.

But in today's imperial dining room, it is unprecedented to be able to use an open fire. The firewood stove is really too much, and it is impossible.

Therefore, this pot of tofu can only be regarded as the version of the new era.

Soon, with the cooking of the fire, the soy milk gradually boiled, and the rich bean aroma gradually wafted away.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

Wu Lei, who was grinding tofu, smelled the wafting aroma, couldn't help but praise, and stretched his neck to look over.

Li Yi took a small bowl, scooped up a spoonful of soy milk, poured it into the bowl, and handed it to him: "Taste, the fruit of your labor."

Wu Lei took the bowl, looked at the light yellow soy milk, and exclaimed, "The color of this soy milk is really golden!"

Li Yi said with a smile: "These beans are not ripe enough. If they are ripe enough, the cooked soymilk will really be golden in color, very similar to the color of millet porridge."

The cameraman also came over and took a close-up of the small bowl.

The audience in the live broadcast room watched the soy milk in Wu Lei's bowl, and sent barrages one after another.

"It looks darker in color, but isn't it an exaggeration to cook it into golden color?"

"I don't like drinking soy milk, it always smells like beans."

"It looks delicious! I like drinking soy milk the most! Add some sugar and serve it with a deep-fried dough stick, it's perfect!"

"Program group, don't wait, get on the link!"

Holding a small bowl and letting the cameraman take pictures, Wu Lei could not help swallowing as he smelled the wafting aroma of beans.

After finally waiting for the camera to finish, he quickly picked up the small bowl, put it near his mouth and blew, and then took a sip.

"Suck!"

He took a sip, and his face was embarrassingly burned.

But he couldn't bear to spit it out, he opened his mouth and exhaled twice before swallowing it.

"Wow! It's hot!"

He was burned to tears, but then he admired: "But it's so fragrant! There is no beany smell at all, it's so strong! It's so fragrant!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help lowering his head and blowing, and took two puffs carefully.

"Wow! Delicious!"

While drinking, he was full of praise: "This is the best soy milk I've ever had!"

Li Yi smiled, and then shouted at the door: "Yifei! Maimai! The soy milk is ready!"

"Coming!"

Footsteps came, and soon, Liu Yifei pulled Zhao Jinmai and ran in bouncing.