I am a Primitive Man

The filtered soy milk was all put into the pottery jar, and the flames burned constantly under the pottery jar.

With the passage of time, the soy milk in the ceramic jar began to heat up and gradually boiled.

Han Cheng stared at the pottery jar tightly, feeling a little nervous, for fear that the soy milk boiling in the pottery jar would go out of the jar when it first started to boil.

If this happens, it means that the water used this time is not suitable for tofu.

Once this is the case, no matter how successful the order of tofu is, it is impossible to make good tofu.

Fortunately, what Han Cheng was worried about did not happen. The soy milk in the tank boiled for a long time before it started to leak out of the tank.

While Han Cheng used a pot that was not too big to raise the soup to stop boiling, he asked people to withdraw from the fire under the tank without leaving the coal.

If you make enough tofu, you can scoop the cooked soy milk in the jar into another container, and then cook the raw soy milk.

Now that there are not many beans in the tribe, all the soy milk is cooked at once, so Shang Hancheng did not scoop it into the other containers.

Boiled soy milk has a completely different taste than raw soy milk.

The uncomfortable smell disappeared and transformed into a unique fragrance.

Han Cheng scooped up a little bit to taste it, the familiar taste filled his whole mouth.

If two fried dough sticks and a tea egg were added at this time, Han Cheng would surely take off his happy soul.

After Han Cheng was intoxicated, he looked at the drooling people beside him, he couldn't help but sniffed, and then scooped out two large bowls for everyone to taste.

There is no way, there are too few beans and too little soy milk, it can only be shabby.

Otherwise, if so many people come to serve a small bowl, today this tofu would not be necessary.

Wu took the hot soy milk, blew the heat, and took a sip carefully, and a fragrant smell spread in his mouth.

It's not as rich as deer milk, but it has a strange charm. After taking the first sip, people can't help but drink the second sip.

In the stone-eyed waiting, after Wu Lian sucked three mouthfuls, he handed the bowl to the stone who could not wait.

Smacking his lips, I felt that what the son of God said was not wrong. This bean is indeed a good thing.

This is not tofu. It has such a taste. I am afraid it will taste better.

While everyone was holding bowls and tasting soy milk in turn, Han Cheng got some bittern from the jar where the bittern was stored, and melted it in a large bowl with water.

Then pour it into a large spoon with a long handle.

Because the bittern in Han Cheng Nong is not very clean, some things will settle at the bottom of the bowl after the water is boiled. Han Cheng didn't pour these things into the big spoon, otherwise the taste will be affected by the time.

After waiting for a while, allowing the soy milk to cool down a bit, Han Chenggong sprinkled the brine in the spoon into the jar of hot soy milk.

About half of it was spilled, and the rest followed the spoon into the bottom of the big tank.

Then the key moment to make tofu comes to order.

Han Cheng pulled the soup ladle deep into the bottom of the jar upward, and the soy milk in the jar stirred.

After pulling it three times in quick succession, I stopped and took a look. There were many small rice-sized particles in the soy milk in the tank.

After seeing the situation clearly, Han Cheng stirred two more spoons and took a closer look. He saw that the tofu grains in it were almost the size of corn grains. He immediately stopped his hands and didn't dare to stir more.

Ordering tofu is the most important moment in the process of making tofu.

Success and failure are all in the stirrings.

If the stirring is not sufficient, the reaction between the soy milk and the brine will not be strong. When the tofu is pressed, a lot of the soy milk will flow out in vain. It is common for the same amount of beans and half of the tofu to come out.

If it is stirred too much, the tofu will get old, and the texture and taste will be much worse.

After he stopped, the tofu cubes in the tank slowly gathered together and turned into large pieces.

Han Cheng smiled while holding his heart. The tofu he ordered was not bad this time. It was already expected that the tofu he ordered was good.

But before the tofu is pressed, there is another delicacy to taste.

He found a few clean bowls and carefully scooped the tofu brain from the tank with a spoon.

The tofu is white and tender, and put in a bowl, even if you don't eat it, it's exciting to watch.

Especially after Han Cheng puts a spoonful of honey in a bowl, the tofu brain becomes more attractive.

Before the tofu brain was eaten in his mouth, there was another piece of saliva around him.

In fact, tofu brain and white sugar are the best match, but it is a pity that Qingque tribe does not have this kind of thing now, and can only use honey instead.

After a few bowls of tofu brains let out the honey, Han Cheng picked up a small spoon and stirred it carefully and slowly on the bowl of his own. Then he scooped up a spoon and placed it in his mouth and blew it gently for a while. In the entrance.

The tender tofu brain melts in your mouth and is mixed with sweet honey, which makes you want to stop.

Han Cheng drank several spoonfuls in a row before handing the bowl to Bai Xuemei, who was looking forward to it.

Wu stared at the tofu brain in the bowl in a daze.

Just now, it was obviously soy milk in the tank, but now it was turned into this kind of white lump after being manipulated by the **** son. This is also amazing!

If it hadn't been for the magical things that I had seen with the gods in recent years, and had participated in the production of tofu this time, the witch would have begun to offer the most sincere prayers to the gods.

He was stunned for a while, then picked up the small pottery spoon, following Han Cheng's appearance, carefully stirred it, then scooped up a spoonful, blew it and sent it to the mouth.

Then his eyes widened.

It was not stimulated by the delicious taste, but after this thing entered the mouth, it turned into water before he chewed ~www.wuxiahere.com~.

How is this going?

He once again scooped up a spoonful of tofu brains and placed it in front of his eyes to observe carefully. It was obviously a piece. How could it become water in his mouth?

For such a change, the well-informed Wu said he could not understand.

Not only him, but also the first-time tofu nao people like Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, Sha, Shang, and Mao, who were all surprised.

This kind of thing is really amazing!

It can change from water to a white piece in front of everyone's eyes at an extremely fast speed. After eating it in the mouth, without chewing, it becomes water again.

This... This is really a wonderful food!

After hearing the people's words, Han Cheng's face showed a smile again.

Living with primitive people is the most comforting, very common thing, they can set off you with a sense of accomplishment.