In traditional life, there is a word full of artistic conception called "cooking smoke curling", which corresponds to the stove. Here, there is a kind of warmth that is unforgettable.
On the 22nd of the twelfth lunar month, Qianjia made tofu. Yang Yong finished grinding the beans early in the morning and hurried out to give oranges to several neighbors in the neighboring village who wanted to feast on. Qian Mai did not follow, because she wanted to stay at home and burn.
In the small kitchen, there were several wooden barrels and plastic barrels of various sizes and heights, and a lot of tools for making tofu squeezed the originally small space. Two days ago, Zuo Shou Wu made tofu, and Qian Liqin went to help. Therefore, both aunts and aunts also came to help today. Together with Qian's grandparents, Qian Liqin has to make three tofu by hand today, which means she will be very, very busy.
At this moment, the three pots were all burning, and the pot on the stove was tumbling, mist and aroma filled the whole room. The two aunts worked together to pour the hot soy milk into the big wooden barrel, Qian Liqin held the brine, and was about to light it.
Through the energetic heat, Qian Mai's eyes opened wide, and he stared at Qian Liqin's movements without blinking. I saw my mother holding the gourd scoop and turning it unhurriedly, mixing the brine into the soy milk little by little again and again. At first the soy milk slowly turned into feather-like cotton wool, and then slowly gathered into cloud-like cotton, and finally a quilt was formed, which was densely sinking into the bottom of the tank. The whole process takes only a quarter of an hour. It is not so much a bit of tofu with brine, but Qianmai prefers to be compared to a "flash in the pan".
There is a reason for such a deep concern. Qianmai dug a few shovel of hot tofu brains, accompanied by shallots and soy sauce, and happily brought them to the hearth in front of the stove. As the firewood crackled, the red flames reflected two coveted little faces.
The little guys were content to eat, but they all ate from the bowl and watched the stove. That's right, the reason why they are sitting in front of the stove is that the drunkard doesn't mean to drink, but don't mistake it for helping. Because the firewood we burned today was all the wooden rafts that Yang Yong had cleaned up in advance, so I made three pots for one person with Qianmai, so I had enough energy to do a side job. No, the rolled dough was placed on the tongs, and the ash under the fire was buried with sweet potatoes and taro. The fragrance was slowly overflowing, causing the two little furry children to swallow.
When each of them had a bowl of tofu, the latent wheat had neatly cleaned up the slightly charred dough and taro and placed it on the stove. It was another autumn breeze sweeping the fallen leaves, and after eating it all, I still wanted to try something more, but was blocked by Latent Wheat for the reason of eating too much and easy to get angry.
Suddenly Qian Xiaomo had no logic, and slammed her mouth and said, "I want to follow my sister forever, and I will have good things to eat with my sister."
Suddenly, there was such a vowed and affectionate confession, and Qianmai was stunned for a moment. Hehe, looking at Qian Xiaohai with the same eager eyes, a wave of pride came up so recklessly, patted Qian Xiaomo's thin shoulders very retributively, and said: "Okay, just at you. With this sentence, my sister will cook you a big dish today."
Unexpectedly, the jokes between the sisters were heard by the adults. My aunt deliberately lengthened her voice to join in the excitement: "What kind of dishes do you cook? Can you share some aunts to try?"
Hearing that, Qianmai's face was flushed by the fire, and it became a cloud of fire. He said with embarrassment: "It's just a side dish, just a side dish. If your aunts like it, of course you can taste it."
Now the first tofu has just been wrapped and placed on a bucket for draining. Naturally, there is no tofu material to make. So, Latent Wheat picked up the plate and scooped some tofu residue. I chose a few green garlic and chopped them into pieces for later use. Ignite the outer small pot, put in tea oil, add ginger and fry for a while, then pour in tofu residue, seasoning and green garlic and stir fry for a while.
When the adults saw her neat and serious, as the fragrance overflowed, they all put away the joking mood, and came over curiously to take a look. My aunt said strangely: "I have been cooking for 20 years, and I have never seen anyone who eats tofu residue. I want to taste it today."
Qian Liqin chuckled: "The kids are messing around, how can they really eat. Let her play tricks."
Without the guidance of the layman's grandfather Qianjia, Qianmai's level is considered normal. The two little guys propped up their belly and ate half a small bowl with relish. My aunt tasted it and couldn’t help but praise; "Liqin, your wheat is so sensible. You cook a good dish, although you are still young, but you have a helper anyway. How can it be like the three stinky old men in my family, all housework? I don’t know anything, but I’m exhausted. It would be nice to know that I had also given birth to a daughter.”
Qian Liqin smiled and broke the news: "She didn't help me with work. My dad forced me to do it. I started training from the winter vacation and only had one meal a day. I went back to the back room and let her touch the pot again, thinking Don't even think about it."
My little aunt said it was good, and she gave an exaggerated thumbs up and joked: "I didn't expect the tofu residue that I had been discarded before could be made so delicious. Wheat, this is indeed a big dish."
Gaga, the wheat is crazy. This tofu dregs fried garlic sprouts is specially made for people who are used to eating big fish and meat in the 21st century. Nowadays, ordinary people in rural areas can't even eat fish and meat. Who would really treat these things as a big dish. Hey, my little aunt boasted that she didn't write drafts, but she probably, seemed, didn't mind.