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

"real or fake?"

Listening to Zhao Jinmai's narration, Wu Lei felt a little disbelieving: "Isn't it tasteless to eat for nothing?"

"It has a taste. If it is fresh enough, it will taste like beans."

As Zhao Jinmai said, he couldn't help urging Li Yi: "Brother Yi, do it quickly! I'm getting a bit greedy."

"Immediately, soon."

As Li Yi said, he opened the glass bottle of brine, poured out a spoonful from it, put it into a bowl, added warm water and stirred it until it was evenly mixed.

Then, he used the largest spoon to scoop the soybean milk in the pot into the first large wooden barrel.

After scooping up half of the bucket, he stopped and put his palm on top of the soybean milk.

Wu Lei and the others watched him operate curiously, like students in class.

Seeing him put his palm on top of the soy milk, Wu Lei asked curiously, "Brother Yi, what are you doing?"

"Feel its warmth."

Li Yi explained: "In the process of making tofu paste, the temperature is more important. If the temperature is too high, the texture of the tofu will not be very good, but if the temperature is too low, it will affect the coagulation of the tofu.

Therefore, the temperature of soy milk is best controlled between 76-82°C. In this temperature range, the quality of tofu is the best. "

After finishing speaking, he withdrew his hand and said casually, "78°C, just right."

Hearing his words, Wu Lei took a temperature measuring gun from the table beside him and measured it on the soybean milk. The value showed that it was exactly 78°C.

"oh!"

Wu Lei exclaimed: "Brother Yi, you are too good!"

"I'll see, I'll see."

Zhao Jinmai came over, looked at the number on the temperature gun, and looked at Li Yi in disbelief, and asked, "Brother Yi, how do you know it's 78°C?"

Li Yi didn't take it seriously: "Practice makes perfect."

"so amazing!"

Wu Lei put the temperature measuring gun in front of the camera and took a close-up.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also shocked when they saw this number.

"Really? Is this okay?"

"I can understand if I'm not afraid of being hot. I've never seen the temperature in one mouthful."

"This is a human flesh thermometer!"

"What's the matter? I've been an electrician for 20 years, and I can tell if the wires have electricity by touching them."

In front of the camera, Li Yi had already started preparing some tofu.

Holding the stirred brine in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, he came to the wooden barrel.

"I want some tofu."

Wu Lei was very curious about the step of ordering tofu. He put down the temperature measuring gun and ran over, staring at the barrel curiously.

Seeing his curiosity, Li Yi explained to him: "The principle of making tofu is to add a coagulant to the hot soybean milk, so that the soybean protein in the soybean milk forms a gel, and fully wraps the water and oil in the soybean milk.

The main component of bittern is magnesium chloride, which is a kind of salt with good water solubility and can react with soybean protein very quickly, so stir it quickly after adding it. "

As he spoke, he poured the brine in the bowl into the wooden barrel little by little, then put the wooden spoon into the barrel and started stirring.

After stirring for a dozen times, he stopped, then inserted the wooden spoon into the bottom of the bucket, and pressed the handle of the spoon with his hand.

Wu Lei asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"This will stop the flow of water in the bucket quickly."

Li Yi signaled: "Help me hold it."

"oh."

Wu Lei hurriedly reached out and held the handle of the spoon for him.

Li Yi turned around and came to the counter, took the brine bottle, poured some into the bowl, then added warm water and stirred well.

Returning to the bucket with the bowl in hand, he glanced at the soy milk that was no longer surging, and nodded, "Okay, let's pick it up."

Hearing this, Wu Lei picked up the wooden spoon carefully.

Li Yi poured the brine in the bowl into the barrel again.

"Why add it again?" Wu Lei was puzzled.

Li Yi took the wooden spoon from his hand, gently pushed the surface of the soy milk with the back of the spoon and turned it twice, explaining in his mouth: "The reaction speed of bittern is fast, if you add too much at one time, the tofu will harden and the taste will be slightly It’s bitter, so it’s worth adding three times, and ordering stew three times.”

Then, he looked back at Wu Lei, and said with a smile, "This is the secret to cooking tofu with brine. If you know this trick, if you travel back to ancient times, you won't starve to death, and you can support yourself by opening a tofu workshop."

"learned."

Wu Lei was in high spirits: "Now it's time to cross."

When the audience in the live broadcast room heard the words, they also spoke one after another to join in the fun.

"I can make soap, and if there is a time travel quota, give me one."

"I am a senior history and literature lover. I can purify salt, make soap, glass, and prepare gunpowder. I sincerely invite 108 brothers to travel back to ancient times and make contributions. Those who want to sign up."

"Boss, please bring me!"

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While joking, Li Yi had already ordered the second stew, took the lid and put it on the mouth of the bucket.

Three minutes later, he lifted the lid, and the soy milk in the bucket had begun to separate, and a thin layer of water had formed on the surface.

At this time, Li Yi added the prepared brine into the bucket for the third time.

Then, he picked up the wooden spoon, inserted it into the surface of the soybean milk to a depth of about half a spoonful, and stirred it gently.

After about 20 or 30 seconds, the soy milk began to show signs of solidification.

The lid was added again, and five minutes later, Li Yi opened the lid again. The soy milk in the bucket had turned light yellow, and there were lumps of congealed paste floating in it.

And this is the original form of tofu.

"Bring the mold."

Under Li Yi's order, Wu Lei brought several square molds made of wooden boards.

A layer of fine gauze was placed on the mold, and Li Yi scooped up the semi-solidified tofu water with a wooden spoon and poured it into the mold.

The light yellow water was filtered out, and the yellowish paste was left on the gauze.

"Don't waste this water."

Li Yi poured all the filtered water into a large basin: "This water is acidic and can be used repeatedly to make pulp. The tofu made is Physalis tofu."

The pearl emerald white jade soup made with physalis tofu is the most authentic and the best.

After covering the gauze and the wooden cover of the mould, Li Yi asked Wu Lei to bring over half a bucket of water and press it on the mould.

"Brother Yi, how long do we have to wait?"

Wu Lei and the others couldn't wait.

"It takes about half an hour to press and shape!"

Li Yi explained casually: "The more you press the tofu, the harder it will be, and the more you press it, the drier it will be."

As he said that, he took another mold: "Come on! Go ahead, make dried tofu in this one."

"Oh, here we come."

Wu Lei moved his shoulders and walked over.

"Go and rest for a while."

Li Yi raised his finger to get off the stool, motioning him to rest.

Wu Lei worked hard all morning, grinding tofu and carrying things, it was really hard work.

Working with large animals also requires a combination of work and rest.

Therefore, Li Yi greeted Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai: "You two heroes, come on?"

Liu Yifei had filmed a bunch of martial arts dramas, and she took over the conversation without saying a word, and clasped her fists together: "We are all fellow martial artists. Since Li Shaoxia is asking for help, we two sisters should help each other."

As she spoke, she winked at Zhao Jinmai: "Junior Sister, help me."

"Uh... oh."

Zhao Jinmai couldn't keep up with her and Li Yi's brain circuit, so he was taken aback for a moment before responding and followed.

Liu Yifei stepped forward with a smile, helped Li Yi put the gauze on, and asked with a smile, "I wonder if Li Shaoxia knows a famous dish called Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night?"

"oh?"

Li Yi cooperated with her and asked with a smile: "But using the skill of orchid brushing acupoints, you can cut tender tofu into twenty-four small balls, put them in ham and steam them?"

"Li Shaoxia actually knew? Would you know how to do it?"

"It's not difficult. If Miss Liu can find a good piece of Jinhua ham, I can give it a try."

"What if there is no Jinhua ham?"

"Then we have to settle for the next best thing and try it with a golden gong."

"What golden gong?"

"Golden gong ham sausage."

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Li Yi and Liu Yifei chat happily, Wu Lei and Zhao Jinmai looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

I didn't expect them to be able to talk about such a boring topic.

The audience in the live broadcast room also had to spit out their old trough.

"These two are good middle school students!"

"Damn it! It actually took my fairy sister's painting style astray!"

"Actually, I really want to try the twenty-four bridge moonlit night made with golden gong ham sausage. I don't know what it tastes like."

"Why do I feel that my wife is going to fall in love?"