CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 137: FEEDING TOFU TO THE RUTHLESS YOUNG MASTER

A batch of quickly ripening edamame had been harvested and left to dry for more than half a month.

Now it was just right to make tofu.

This thing was different from other things.

Other things could only be used to make simple dishes, but soybeans could be made into tofu.

The first time making tofu could use vinegar from her space, and later, by keeping the curdling whey, she could continue making tofu.

This book, "Great Yan Medical Concubine," was set in a fictional universe, and Pei Shu’er hadn’t found any historical era in the book that matched it.

Tofu was something the nobility had eaten, but they didn’t know how to make it.

However, not many common people had eaten it, mainly because at present, information was closed off and not widely spread.

Only some scholarly aristocratic families collected these secret recipes over generations, thereby maintaining their status with such knowledge.

Before making tofu, Pei Shu’er searched for a long time in her space for information and then memorized the process.

She first soaked the soybeans in clear water a day in advance, picking out the ones that didn’t swell.

Then she ladled the soybeans into a millstone, started to grind soy milk, skimmed the foam with a spoon, and filtered the soy milk twice with gauze.

She poured the filtered soy milk into a pot, turned the heat to high, and boiled it. Once it was boiling, she simmered it on low heat.

Once there were no more bubbles on the surface, she added firewood to bring it to a boil again, then moved the pot aside to cool.

There was a thin layer of tofu skin on top of the soy milk, which could be taken out to make yuba.

Pei Shu’er poured the prepared rice vinegar into the soy milk in batches, stirring it, and then let it sit for 15 minutes.

She then started to press out the water and let it sit for another half hour, and the tofu was done.

When Pei Shu’er cut off a piece of tofu and gave it to everyone to try,

they found that the tofu was soft and tender, with no strange taste, instead having the fragrant taste of beans.

Grandma Yu, who had never eaten tofu, brightened up after tasting it.

"The Heir’s wife is really amazing; we wouldn’t have thought of this method,"

Pei Shu’er smiled, "I learned it all from reading books."

Pei Shu’er let everyone taste the tofu, then proceeded to make fried tofu, tofu with scallions, and tofu with wild vegetables.

She also chopped some wild boar meat, mixed it together to make meatballs, and cooked them with cabbage, making it extraordinarily tasty.

Everyone happily took a bite, and the tofu quickly disappeared.

At the same time, Pei Shu’er specifically cooked some soy milk for everyone to drink.

Tang Shuo and Tang Qinghuan drank the soy milk with a white mustache on their lips,

their big eyes blinking adorably.

Pei Shu’er chuckled, "We can keep more of these soybeans for ourselves. There’s no need to give much to the military camp so we can make tofu ourselves later. When we get tired of tofu, we can make stinky tofu."

As a doctor, she knew stinky tofu wasn’t healthy, but she loved eating it.

"There are other snacks like fermented bean curd, dried tofu, and even vegetarian meat."

Suddenly, Pei Shu’er’s eyes lit up.

In about two months, the government officers would no longer restrict their movements.

By then, she could visit the military camp’s gate to see if she could sell some snacks.

Or, she might explore other parts of the Gulan Mountain Range.

The soldiers might not have money, but they could trade for conditions.

Everyone could write her an IOU for some task, and she might even demand the enemy’s head.

Or ask these soldiers to hunt some game for her when they were off duty or help during the harvest season.

Gathering information was also valuable to her.

Wasn’t the original owner’s fate to die in the enemy camp?

If only she understood the enemy camp thoroughly, even if captured, she wouldn’t have no chance of survival.

She could even find the male lead in the Gulan Military Camp.

If Tang Zan was a silver leg to lean on, the male lead was a golden one.

Pei Shu’er felt that, to survive, she was kind of unscrupulous.

What was she thinking? It wasn’t a romance.

When it comes to life and death, how can one be called unscrupulous?!

Survival is what matters!

So, these soybeans, as long as they could be kept, they should be kept.

They also planted some soybeans at the back of the mountain, planning to negotiate with the government officers to offset taxes with other crops.

After all, the delights that tofu could create were countless.

The people of the three households tasted various kinds of tofu.

And the tofu was even taken by Tang Zan to the military camp.

The soldiers were somewhat stunned at the sight of tofu.

Ordinary soldiers almost knew nothing about tofu.

When Tang Zan poked open the tender white tofu and took a bite, everyone almost couldn’t help swallowing.

The tofu, with its jiggle, wobbled on Tang Zan’s chopsticks.

As if inviting them to eat it.

Others swallowed again, some couldn’t hold back and walked up to Tang Zan.

"Lin Zhi, what is this thing?"

Tang Zan put the piece of tofu into his mouth, a smile on his lips.

"It’s tofu; you’ve never tasted it, right?"

Naturally, others nodded, and Tang Zan’s smile deepened, lifting the tofu with a bit of flaunt.

"My wife truly has a knack for this.

Almost every day, when Tang Zan ate, he took the opportunity to praise once.

While others’ ears were growing calluses, they couldn’t help but envy.

What kind of miraculous person was this Lin Zhi’s wife?

How could she make every dish?

And more importantly, there were many dishes that everyone was unfamiliar with.

Even the most ordinary ingredients seemed to become delicacies in her hands.

Everyone swallowed on the sidelines, feeling this taste was too enticing to resist.

Tang Zan, while chatting with everyone about how one taste was amazing and another unique, made people turn green with envy.

Finally, Tang Zan ate all the food one mouthful after another.

After finishing the meal, he took out a milky white soup from the bottom of his lunchbox, and everyone cooperatively asked.

"What is this?"

Tang Zan’s lips curled even deeper.

"Don’t know? This is soy milk, my wife added some sugar to it; it’s sweet and very delicious to drink."

After saying that, Tang Zan gulped down the soy milk.

They looked enviously at the few drops of soy milk adhering to the bottom of the bowl.

They also wanted to drink soy milk.

Tang Zan’s meals were good, and he had a bit of mischievous delight.

With each meal, he almost offended all the lower-level soldiers.

It wasn’t annoying to eat in front of others; what was annoying was smacking one’s lips when others had nothing to eat.

The most annoying was when someone had nothing to eat, watching another savor richly flavored food, occasionally praising it.

But his way of killing was terrifying, and no one dared to confront him.

Who wanted to have their life cut short?

They didn’t want to become the souls under this killer’s hand, hadn’t they seen how terrifying his military achievements were now?

The Dazi were scared out of their wits by him!