Chapter 582：

"Your grandpa ate it decades ago."

"At that time, Xia Guo was very poor, and merchants would definitely not throw away things like this."

"So, I think the tofu brain in your grandfather's memory will still have the taste of tofu cake!"

Wu Xiaoman took the paper and pen and took notes seriously.

Zou Wenping put the small pot of soy milk on the gas stove and boiled it on a low fire.

Then take out a paper box.

Asked with a smile.

"Do you know what this is?"

Wu Xiaoman shook his head.

Li Xiaoqin thought for a moment.

"Is it brine?"

"Some tofu in brine, one thing drops one thing, this is what you are talking about, right?"

Zou Wenping shook his head and smiled.

"This is called gluconolide."

"But its effect is similar to brine."

"In the past, everyone used brine or gypsum to make tofu or tofu brain."

"Now that technology is rising, I prefer to use gluconolide."

"As long as the ratio is controlled, both tofu and tofu brain can be made easily."

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Jinse fifty strings for no reason, one spend one vote to think about Huanian! .

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Zou Wenping opened the paper box in his hand.

There are a dozen small packets inside.

Zou Wenping opened a bag, and in a small iron basin, he found powder the size of a fingernail.

Then pour in hot water and stir for a while.

Then pour in the cooked soy milk.

After stirring for a while, it stopped.

Zou Wenping said.

"Wait for ten minutes."

"This bowl of soy milk will solidify, tofu brains!"

Heard this.

Mali Twelve breathed a sigh of relief.

"I really thought it was the kind of brain that zombies eat."

"It turned out to be soy milk!"

Forehead.

Zou Wenping looked at Mali Twelve with a caring and idiot look.

This kid, won't you think about this all the time?

Zou Wenping was too lazy to argue over this matter.

Otherwise, he really made tofu brains according to the patterns of human brains.

Then sprinkle some tomato sauce.

Gee tut!

Disgusting them!

Then Zou Wenping continued.

"Now we have reached a critical step."

"Tofu brains are divided into salty tofu brains and sweet tofu brains."

"Everyone has different tastes, and it's hard to adjust."

"In Xia Guo, because salty tofu is delicious, or sweet tofu is delicious, we can argue for a long time!"

"So, I leave both of these methods to you now, and you will do it according to your hobbies later."

Speaking of Zou Wenping, he began to prepare, the brine of salty tofu.

But this brine is not the same thing as some tofu brine.

The bittern of tofu is natural water rich in minerals.

The brine of salted tofu is made with chicken broth and shiitake mushrooms.

This brine needs to be viscous.

However, the production of this one is more troublesome, so Zou Wenping simply made out the evening amount.

...

Soon the brine for the salty tofu is ready.

at this time.

The soy milk in the iron basin has solidified into tofu brains.

Then Zou Wenping divided it into two.

Put them in two bowls.

A bowl is used to make salted tofu brains.

His soup spoon filled some cooked marinade and poured it on the tofu brain.

Sprinkle with coriander, some chili and sesame oil.

The salted tofu brain is only ready.

The persistence of Sweet Tofu Nao is simpler.

Put in sugar water and spread some fruits on it, just like ice powder.

"Okay."

"Try it and see which one suits your taste better!"

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Wu Xiaoman and others took a small spoon each.

Started to taste these two tofu brains.

soon.

Mali Twelve first expressed his opinion.

"Wow, this salted tofu brain is delicious!"

"Mellow and rich, I like it!"

Wu Xiaoman objected immediately.

"Who said that, I think sweet tofu brains are delicious!"

"Sweet, tender and smooth, it tastes sweet and delicious!"

Then.

Wu Xiaoman looked at Sha Yi, Gao Yuanyuan and others.

They also had the salty sweet tofu nao just now.

So she asked.

"Brother, sister, which one do you think is better?"

Her big eyes flashed suddenly.

Watch them.

Li Xiaoqin smiled sweetly.

"I prefer sweet ones."

"The stewed taste of salted tofu is a little bit hard to enjoy!"

Upon hearing this.

Wu Xiaoman was happy and took Li Xiaoqin's hand.

Make a face at Mali Twelve.

Gao Yuanyuan expressed his opinions.

"Actually I prefer salted tofu brains."

"After all, it's me, from snacks to big ones."

Someone is on his side.

Mali Twelve's waist was also straightened.

Yang Zi walked to Wu Xiaoman's side.

"Savoury and sweet, I have eaten them all."

"However, from my personal hobby, I prefer sweet ones!"

Wu Xiaoman said happily.

"Yeah, it's 3:2 now!"

Sha Yi smiled wryly.

"Like Yuanyuan, I grew up with a snack of salted tofu."

"It was the first time I had eaten sweet tofu brains."

"To be honest, the unpredictable sweetness made my taste buds suddenly not react."

"It seems that I still prefer salty!"

Mali Twelve was proud.

"It's 3:3 now! Humph!"

In the end he was very proud and hummed.

Huh!

Six eyes.

All concentrated on Zou Wenping.

Obviously, they are all waiting for Zou Wenping to cast a decisive vote.

Forehead.

The corners of Zou Wenping's mouth twitched.

What is the situation now?

Why did you start standing in line suddenly?