Chapter 68 Golden soy milk?

Author: round head and round belly

Chapter 68 Golden soy milk?

Li Yi's estimated time was very accurate.

When he took Liu Yifei back to the restaurant, Wu Lei just stuffed the last handful of beans into the stone mill.

As soon as Liu Yifei returned to the kitchen, she saw buckets of soy milk on the countertop.

"Awesome! Xiao Lei, you are so capable!"

She smiled and clapped her hands twice, full of praise.

Wu Lei was so tired that his wrists were sore, but he couldn't help but feel happy when he heard the compliment.

After Li Yi came in, Wu Lei couldn't wait to claim credit from Li Yi: "Brother Yi, look! I've finished grinding, am I good or not?"

"Well, not bad, worthy of praise."

Li Yi also nodded and praised a few words, then took out a piece of fine gauze and a large pot from the cabinet, and motioned: "Come and help me filter out the bean dregs."

"okay!"

Wu Lei was full of energy and carried the bucket of soy milk to the pot Li Yi had set up.

Li Yi asked Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai to stand on both sides of the cauldron, holding up gauze, and then he and Wu Lei poured ground soy milk onto the gauze.

In these ground soy milk, there is still a lot of bean dregs, which is the solid residue left after the beans are ground into pulp.

Through the filtration of the gauze, the bean dregs were gradually filtered out, sank on the gauze, and formed a large piece.

Li Yi poured the soy milk and said casually: "Beans are the most perfect food. They have carbohydrates, plant protein, and dietary fiber.

It can be ground into flour and used as food, made into tofu and used as a vegetable, and ground into soy milk to produce soy milk, which can replace animal milk.

Most of us Chinese are lactose intolerant, so soy milk is the most suitable drink for Chinese people’s stomach.”

Liu Yifei heard this and praised: "Our ancestors are so smart. They knew that beans are delicious and can make tofu thousands of years ago. It's amazing."

Zhao Jinmai curiously asked: "Brother Yi, is this why you want to make a tofu feast in the first episode?"

Li Yi smiled and said nothing.

Wu Lei on the side also sighed: "Except for the tendency to fart after eating too much, everything else is fine."

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Hearing his words, Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai looked at each other, and instantly seemed to turn on a switch, and laughed.

Wu Lei also remembered a not-so-good memory, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Seeing that Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai were laughing so much that they could hardly hold on to the gauze, Li Yi hurried forward and took the gauze: "Be careful, this bean dregs is also a good thing, don't waste it."

At this time, in the live broadcast room of the show, the audience saw Liu Yifei and the others bursting into laughter and confused.

"What's going on? Why are you all laughing?"

"What did you say? Did I miss something?"

"Wu Lei once said that eating too many beans will make you fart, but is this true? Is it that funny?"

There is a monitor behind the console, and you can see the audience's comments.

Liu Yifei glanced at the barrage, held back her laughter and explained: "We thought of something embarrassing, but we can't tell you, it's too embarrassing!"

It's okay if she didn't say it, but if she said it, the audience would be more curious.

"What's embarrassing? Tell me!"

"Please, tell me secretly, okay? I will never tell anyone else!"

"What happened?"

That incident was a bit embarrassing, and Liu Yifei was naturally embarrassed to tell it.

She also warned Wu Lei and Zhao Jinmai: "You can't tell! This is our secret."

As she said that, she looked at Li Yi: "Brother Yi, you can't say that either."

"say what?"

Li Yi asked casually: "Carrot or soybean?"

"Hahaha!"

Liu Yifei couldn't hold it any longer, and she and Zhao Jinmai suddenly started laughing again.

Li Yi helplessly watched them laughing wildly like idiots, and pointed to the door: "Okay, okay, you go outside and laugh! Take a rest, we won't need you here for the time being."

"No, I have a stomachache."

Zhao Jinmai held his stomach and helped Liu Yifei to walk out the door, his shoulders still shaking as he walked.

Li Yi shook his head, turned around and looked at the cauldron, clapped his hands gently: "Fire on."

The most critical step in making tofu is to boil the soy milk.

There is plant protein in soy milk, so it is easy to burn the pan.

If the pot is even slightly mushy, the entire pot of soy milk will be wasted.

Therefore, when cooking soy milk, you need to control the heat and stir from time to time.

He had to do this part himself.

However, Wu Lei will not be idle. He also has to grind out the soaked black beans and mung beans. His career as a strong laborer is far from over.

While the soy milk was boiling over medium heat, Li Yi used a wooden spoon to gently push the light yellow soy milk, slowly and slowly.

Modern kitchen appliances are much more advanced than ancient times, but they also have obvious shortcomings.

Ancient stoves were not as powerful as natural gas, but they burned wood or charcoal.

When natural firewood and charcoal fires burn, the smell of wood and charcoal will spread out and blend into the food.

It is a unique smell of fireworks that cannot be achieved by gas stoves.

But nowadays, it is unprecedented to be able to use an open fire in the imperial dining room. A firewood stove is a bit excessive and is simply impossible.

Therefore, this pot of tofu can only be regarded as a new era version.

Soon, as the fire continued to cook, the soy milk gradually boiled, and the rich bean aroma gradually dissipated.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

Wu Lei, who was grinding tofu, smelled the wafting aroma, couldn't help but praise it, stretched his neck and looked over.

Li Yi took a small bowl, scooped up a spoonful of soy milk, poured it into the bowl, and handed it to him: "Taste the fruits of your labor."

Wu Lei took the bowl, looked at the light yellow soy milk, and exclaimed: "The color of this soy milk is really a bit golden!"

Li Yi smiled and said: "This batch of beans is not mature enough. If they are mature enough, the cooked soy milk will really be golden, very similar to the color of millet porridge."

The cameraman also came over and took a close-up shot of the small bowl.

The audience in the live broadcast room looked at the soy milk in Wu Lei's bowl and commented one after another.

"The color looks darker, but is it a bit exaggerated to cook it to golden color?"

"I don't like drinking soy milk, it always tastes like beany."

"It looks delicious! I like to drink soy milk the most! Add some sugar and a fried dough stick, it's perfect!"

"Program team, don't wait any longer, get on the link quickly!"

Holding the small bowl and letting the cameraman take pictures, Wu Lei smelled the wafting aroma of beans and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

After finally waiting for the camera to finish filming, he quickly picked up the small bowl, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and then took a sip.

"Suck!"

He took a small sip and immediately felt embarrassed.

But he couldn't bear to spit it out, so he opened his mouth and exhaled twice before swallowing it.

"Wow! So hot!"

He was burned to tears, but then he praised: "But it smells so good! There is no beany smell at all, it's so strong! It's so fragrant!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help lowering his head and blowing, taking two careful sips.

"Wow! Delicious!"

As he drank it, he praised it profusely: "This is the best soy milk I have ever tasted!"

Li Yi smiled and then shouted to the door: "Yifei! Mai Mai! The soy milk is ready!"

"Coming!"

The sound of footsteps came, and soon, Liu Yifei pulled Zhao Jinmai and ran in jumping.
Chapter completed!