The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 Soy Milk/Tofu
 

Nian Shutong returned to her room and, reassured about one thing on her mind, checked for any replies—it was possible she could earn some money first.

Thinking of money, Nian Shutong first summoned Daodao and asked the question that interested her the most.

“Daodao, how’s the ancient poetry contest going? Any news?”

Nian Shutong waited for Daodao to respond, but there was silence for quite some time.

“Daodao? Daodao?” Just as she was about to look for Daodao in the Sea of Consciousness, she heard Daodao’s flustered voice.

“Master, I’m here! I’m here! What’s wrong?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m typing, thinking about how poor we both are, I figured we should write more novels lately to help Master earn some more money.”

Nian Shutong felt a warm affection in her heart and spoke in a much softer tone, “Daodao, there’s no need to rush; we don’t need to tire ourselves out like that.”

“Mm, Daodao understands, but Daodao actually enjoys it—they all call me Da Da, and even though I didn’t write the book, I’ve admitted it, haven’t I? I’m a porter, and I’m happy to transport things.”

Nian Shutong sensed Daodao’s happiness and felt she should take a look at the novel Daodao was so eagerly transporting.

“As long as you’re happy.”

“Master, rest assured, Daodao won’t force it. If there’s nothing else, Daodao will go back to transporting.”

Naturally, Nian Shutong wouldn’t stop her; she even forgot the question she wanted to ask and just remembered to get the video materials for making tofu from Daodao to start learning.

After studying it enough, Nian Shutong began her cultivation, not in a hurry to advance to the next level, but reinforcing her foundation over and over again.

The next day quickly arrived, and the small wooden house came alive in the blink of an eye.

Fu Yunhe, who went to make breakfast, Zhang Hui and her daughter who helped pick the beans, Wang Fusan and his team continuing to pave the road, and Ha Ha who had risen early to start tilling a ten-acre wheat field.

Even Rubble had woken up early today, because yesterday’s maltose vat wasn’t finished and Nian Shutong needed it today.

Not wanting nor daring to dawdle, Rubble sprung into action because yesterday Nian Shutong bought him another batch of metal.

Having received a gift, Rubble was obligated to work hard.

Nian Shutong had expanded the kitchen again; now there were three large pots and two smaller ones.

Early in the morning, she had Rubble clean the grinding plate numerous times, and after cleaning it, she left it outside, as the house was still not finished.

“Xiao He, what we’re making now is called tofu. First, we pour the soaked beans into the hole at the top of the stone mill, and as the grinding plate starts to turn, the liquid ground from the beans will flow out. We’ll catch it with a bucket and continuously add beans to the top, grinding non-stop.”

The sound of the two stone grinding plates rubbing against each other rang clearly in their ears.

Fortunately, Rubble had converted it to electric, so the beans ground up quickly.

Nian Shutong continued to explain, “The liquid needs to be filtered once. After filtering, we’ll boil it in the big pot. Once it boils, it becomes soy milk, which we can drink; we’ll leave some for tasting.” Nian Shutong poured out some soy milk and continued her explanation.

“I’ll tell you the formula for the brine later. While pouring in the brine, keep stirring until it begins to solidify; that’s when we stop, no more brine is needed.”

“What we have now is called tofu pudding, and we can eat it.” Nian Shutong once again served some.

“Finally, we take this tofu pudding and, using a flat ladle, scoop it out bit by bit, putting it into this wooden frame lined with cloth. Once it’s full, we cover it with cloth, put a lid on, and place a stone on top.”

“After pressing it for a certain time, it will firm up inside and become the tofu we want.”