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When the potato paste was done, Wen Xiu washed the stone mill with another bucket of water and set the push bar down. It had taken a lot of effort today to enjoy the delicacies of his past life.

She had seen Song Xiaoyue grind soy milk and burn bean curd since she was young, but this was the first time she had seen a girl use a bridal sedan. She didn't want to miss a chance to see something new, and she didn't even care about her daily chores as she helped Wenxiu carry the soy milk and made her way to the shabby Wen Xiu's house.

The two of them chatted as they walked. Along the way, Wen Xiu asked Song Xiaoyue three times, but she firmly shook her head and refused to go back for the time being. As for the household chores, her mother-in-law would definitely help her finish them if she didn't return. However, when he returned to the city, he would inevitably eat his fill in front of a group of sharp-tongued and mean sister-in-law.

The Wen Xiu's courtyard was the Li family's dilapidated grass hut. It was slightly further away from the center of West Tang Village. Two slender women were carrying a bucket full of potato milk. One of them was carrying a wooden bucket and an earthenware bucket. Their steps were much slower than the other one. It was now noon, and there were quite a few people working in the fields. When they saw the two of them resting on the ridge of the fields while carrying the soya-bean milk, they stretched their necks to take a look.

If it had been Song Xiaoyue, everyone would not have been so curious. At most, they would have been envious of the Wang family because they were richer and wanted to eat the roasted peas. However, Wenxiu was the main topic of conversation among the villagers. With the two of them heading towards the village entrance, it was clear that they were going back to Wen Xiu's house. Naturally, they were more curious about the things in the wooden bucket.

Wen Xiu could also eat beans?

The villagers who were further away only looked at it. They could vaguely see that the bucket was filled with soy milk. Some were envious, some were jealous, and some were curious … Everything was there, and everyone's expression was pretty good. The person closest to him saw with their sharp eyes that the thing inside the wooden barrel didn't look like white soy milk, but had a faint brown color. Surprised, someone couldn't help but ask, "Wen Xiu, you're not making soy milk, are you?"

At first, Wenxiu did not want to answer, but when she saw the curiosity on his face, she did not have any malicious intent. At first, Wenxiu did not want to reply, but when she saw the curiosity on his face, she did not have any malicious intent.

"It isn't?" That person got excited and was surprised. He stared at the barrel of juice and said, "I heard that you got a lot of potatoes. Did you grind them with potatoes?" How do you eat potatoes ground into juice? "Aren't you wasting food …"

Although Wenxiu did not want to have anything to do with Liu Da He, she had her own plans. If she were to explain to someone that she had nothing to do with Liu Da He, then she would also have to explain more.

However, with Song Xiaoyue's straightforward personality, how could she have heard that person say such vulgar words. She immediately raised her voice and said, "Third Uncle, don't talk nonsense if you don't know. How would Wenxiu waste food? If she wants to make potato powder! "

"Mistress Yue …"

Clearly, Wenxiu did not have the time to stop him, so Song Xiaoyue explained everything. Although she was a bit upset, after thinking about it carefully, these people had never heard of potato grinder before. They probably knew nothing about potato flour, so even if she said it, it didn't matter.

Sure enough, the person Song Xiaoyue called Third Uncle was surprised. He raised his voice and said, "What fan? Potato powder? I didn't hear wrong, did I? "

"Third uncle, you didn't …"

"Lady Yue, it's time for us to return!"

This time, Wenxiu interrupted Song Xiaoyue. Song Xiaoyue replied with an "Oh" and then ignored Third Uncle. She changed sides with Wenxiu and the two carried the sweet potato milk back.

After the two of them carried the soy milk back, they quickly poured it into the wok. Wen Xiu lit the stove fire familiarly and carefully added the firewood.

Song Xiaoyue cleaned the wooden bucket and used it as a reserve. After a while, she looked at the clean kitchen and asked casually, "Xiu Niang, you don't have a pumpkin in your house do you?" You light the fire, I'll go home and get it. "And your family's tableware …" Speaking of food, she felt a little embarrassed.

Song Xiaoyue felt shy, but Wenxiu could not help but stand up and look at the three pairs of chopsticks on the stove. She smiled awkwardly and said, "If you come to eat, I'm afraid you'll have to bring your own chopsticks."

Although there weren't any customers who brought their own dishes, Wenxiu had to admit that she was a true retainer. She didn't even have a single pair of superfluous bowls and chopsticks!

Poor!

Song Xiaoyue had a straightforward personality. After a few chuckles, she turned around and ran out.

Seeing that she was running really fast, Tree and Tong Tong stuck their heads into the kitchen and asked in a soft voice, "Mother, what are you and Yue Zi doing?"

Although the autumn was over and the July wind was cooling, it was still very hot to sit by the bathhouse. After Wen Xiu added some firewood into the stove, she stood up and walked out. A large pot of soy milk could not be boiled for a long time, so she did not have to stand guard like this all the time.

"I was making some food with your Aunt Yue, potato flour, do you remember?"

"Potato powder?"

The Tong Tong Tong shook his head. It was obvious that he had slept last night and had completely forgotten about it.

The tree vaguely remembered something, but it wasn't very clear. It raised its head to look at the big pot, then lowered its eyes to think for a moment. In the end, it shook its head and said, "Mother, I don't know what potato powder is."

Wenxiu revealed a motherly gaze. She raised her hand and gently rubbed the top of the tree. She said gently, "Let's go. Mother will tell you …"

Song Xiaoyue saw that the process of lifting the powder was similar to roasting the bean curd. She always felt that Xiu Wen was roasting the bean curd. He had been thinking about this all the way back after taking the asphalt handkerchief. It was clearly the same!

She took the Tempah into Wen Xiu's house. At this moment, Wen Xiu had already turned off the ignition and was waiting for her Tempah.

"So fast?"

Wenxiu knew that she was asking about boiling the sauce so quickly. She shook her head at Song Xiaoyue and said, "No, this is different from roasted beans."

Song Xiaoyue was stunned. How was it different?

Wenxiu didn't know how to explain to Song Xiaoyue that potatoes could be oxidized when exposed to the air. After pondering for a long time, she continued, "When the soy milk is boiled, it needs to be filtered out. But it's not used. If the potato juice is boiled and filtered, it won't leach. Although the potato powder has also been molded, the taste is different. "

The more Song Xiaoyue heard, the more confused she became!

Potato flour extraction was a very simple process in industry, but the handwork was quite complicated. However, it was not that complicated, it was just that the manual operation was a bit troublesome. For example, it was the same for Jiang Yu. However, when Wen Xiu saw Song Xiaoyue's shocked expression, it was obvious that she didn't know anything.

Song Xiaoyue didn't understand, so it wasn't like others didn't understand either!

When Wen Xiu thought of this, the calculations in her mind became even clearer!