Just make some food, if it doesn't spread, it shouldn't be eye-catching...

Lin Yuan is not sure.

After all, too many people have made their fortunes after traveling through time.

But when she thought of the dinner just now, she felt sad and full of sadness.

You can make up anything, but you can't eat it!

You know, she has to be vegetarian for another year!

Qinghe blinked and asked curiously: "How to do it?"

"You go and wash half a pound of beans later, and then soak them in clean water for a night." Lin Yuan finished drinking the goat's milk and handed her the bowl.

"My maid is going now!"

The next day, Lin Yuan, who was awakened by the cold early, didn't want to sleep anymore. She put on her clothes and washed up and pulled Qinghe to the kitchen.

When I came back yesterday, it was already late and I didn’t have time to observe. Now after I came out, Lin Yuan saw white flags hanging inside and outside the house, and the atmosphere in the village was a bit depressing.

The servants' faces were faintly covered with sad expressions, probably mourning the original owner's parents.

Lin Yu'an slowed down, restrained the emotions on his face, and watched while walking.

When she arrived at the kitchen, she saw that the soybeans in the wooden basin had almost been soaked, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, when she was soaking her feet last night, she remembered something. In ancient times, people seemed to call round beans, black beans, beans, etc. all of them collectively called beans.

Although those can also be used to make soy milk, Lin Yuan is not sure about tofu.

But she was about to sleep, so she couldn't do anything else.

Fortunately, Qinghe soaked soybeans.

Qinghe looked at the wooden basin and felt that apart from the soaking, it seemed that the beans had not changed much. "Miss, what should I do next?"

"Take it and grind it into juice first."

"good!"

Qinghe squatted down and prepared to carry the wooden basin to the stone mill.

Although there was only half a pound of soybeans in the wooden basin, it was quite heavy if water was added to it. Lin Yu'an shouted, "Pour the water first, otherwise it would be too heavy." After that, she found a clean small wooden barrel and filled the ground bean juice later.

The cook watched the two of them chaotic there and asked quickly, "Miss, why don't you let me do it?"

Actually, she was very curious, what the lady wanted to do?

"No, you go and make breakfast."

"yes."

I don’t know if I have an illusion, but Lin Yuan feels that the cook looks a little disappointed.

Lin Yuan and Qinghe came to the place where the stone mill was placed, and immediately frowned. The mill was too big, so their small bodies might not be able to push them.

"I'll go find my brother!"

Qinghe put down the wooden basin and ran away.

Lin Yuan stood on tiptoe and looked at the stone mill. There was still some dust on it, so he thought of purging a bucket of water to clean it.

It was only when she came to the well and looked behind the well, which was about the same height as her, that she remembered that she was now a seven-year-old little dooding, and her heart was filled with deep sadness.

I didn't feel so uncomfortable when I saw the stone mill just now.

"Miss, don't stand there, it's dangerous!"

Qinghe found Ah Heng, and when he came back, he saw Lin Yu'an standing by the well, so he rushed forward and pulled her away, "In the past, there were children in our village playing by the well, and then fell in. This was very dangerous!"

“…”

Lin Yuan pointed to the stone mill helplessly, "It's a bit dirty, I need to wash it first."

"I'll do it."

Aheng moved quickly and drew a bucket of water, and carefully washed the stone mill as Lin Yuan asked.

Perhaps the three of them were too big. After a while, all the servants who were not alive on hand surrounded them and looked at them curiously.

Someone volunteered to come forward to help, but Lin Yuan refused.

Qinghe was very confused at first, but he quickly figured out the reason.

Miss, this is keeping it confidential!

Because Ah Heng is very capable, he cleans it after a stone grinding.

Lin Yu'an picked up the spoon and prepared to put the soybeans into the stone mill, but Qinghe snatched them away, "Miss, you said, I'll do it."

"All right."

Qinghe followed the steps Lin Yu'an said and added soybeans and clear water to the stone mill from time to time. Aheng pushed the stone mill around and circles, and soon the grinded milky white bean juice flowed down the grinding groove into the small wooden barrel.

There were not many beans and they were ground quickly.

"Miss, what should I do next?" Qinghe looked at the bucket of soy sauce with some excitement, but because it was the mourning period, she tried hard to suppress the corner of her mouth.

"Return it back and grind it again."

Lin Yuan saw that there were still half of some beans left and not grind.

It took three times in total to finish. Ah Heng easily lifted the wooden barrel and walked towards the kitchen. He was very strong and walked steadily, and no drop of the bean juice in the wooden barrel spilled out.

Lin Yu thought to himself that having such talent would seem a waste to just be a servant.

But what should I do?

After returning to the kitchen, I ordered clean gauze from the chef, Ah Heng and Qinghe worked together to filter the bean juice, then poured it into the pot and added water to start cooking.

After cooking for a while, a lot of white foam appeared in the pot. Qinghe immediately reminded Lin Yuan, who was in a daze, "Miss, it's already cooked!"

Still wondering how to arrange Lin Yu'an of Aheng, he came back to his senses and looked at the big pot.

"It's not going well yet, this is a fake boil."

"Fake boil?"

Qinghe looked at the rolling bubbles in surprise.

Lin Yuan explained: "Well, the soy milk at this time is actually not cooked. There are some bad things in it. If you drink it directly, it will cause nausea, vomiting, or even diarrhea." These are all seen in the popular science channel.

"Ah?!" Qinghe was a little panicked, "Then, can you still eat it?"

"Yes, just cook three more minutes on low heat..." Lin Yu'an almost let out a joke and said the minutes, but how to express three minutes in ancient times?!

She frowned tightly.

Qinghe wanted to ask what three points, but was pulled by Ah Heng.

After a while, Lin Yuan said: "After a fake boil, use low heat instead. While stirring to avoid the bottom, you can count about 300 slurries in your heart." Everyone counts at different speeds. It is not good to cook less, but three hundred slurries will definitely be enough for three minutes.

"Do you still have to count?"

The cook next to her frowned. She couldn't count. If she had to count three hundred times, she might make a mistake.

"Uh...it can also be judged by the complete disappearance of the foam, but you can't cook it for too long, otherwise the nutrition will be gone."

Qinghe pointed to the big pot, "Miss, those bubbles are gone."

A strong smell floats in the air.

Lin Yu'an turned around and asked the cook, "Are you jealous?"

When she was making tofu dishes, she once taught her fans to add white vinegar to soy milk so that she could make delicate tofu without brine or gypsum.

"have!"

The cook quickly took out a jar.

Lin Yuan frowned tightly, and the jar had a sour smell, but it was not the white vinegar she wanted.

Can this be used?

Alas, let's try it first.

Lin Yuan told Qinghe to put a large pot of soy milk first. If the tofu fails, at least you can drink soy milk.

When Lin Yuan said what to do, she was stopped by Qinghe.
Chapter completed!