I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses! Chapter 113: Tofu-Making Demonstration

Afraid it would freeze solid, the soybeans soaked from last night had been placed in the kitchen by Eric.

Overnight, the soybeans had absorbed water and swelled up, piling on top of each other, golden and glistening in the basin. Their volu had increased by nearly double.

The people of the Hadu tribe were all very familiar with the task of grinding soybeans.

Seeing that Eric was ready, a Snow Wolf tribesman actively carried the basin of beans outside.

He added the beans to the stone mill while simultaneously pouring in clean water.

Before long, a thick, milky-white stream of bean liquid flowed down the stone mill into the pottery jar below.

The weather was freezing; everyone breathed out plus of mist when they spoke.

Max had already started a fire nearby; the brightly burning flas also raised the surrounding temperature.

Thanks to the fire, the bean liquid on the stone mill didn’t freeze, though a thin, white layer of ice accumulated at the bottom.

After the bean liquid in the jar was filtered through a layer of hemp cloth, a warrior imdiately poured it into the cast-iron pot to boil.

The soy milk, boiled at a high temperature, began to release the aroma of beans.

The few Ox-Head tribesn standing nearby, who had been observing, intoxicatedly inhaled the aroma in the air.

This cooked bean liquid was a flavor they had never slled before; it lacked the raw, grassy sll of raw beans and was, on the contrary, very rich.

This was clearly even more appealing to the vegetarian Ox-Head tribesn than last night’s at dish.

They couldn’t help but twitch their large bovine noses, their gazes lingering between the cast-iron pot and the stone mill, reluctant to even blink.

The pot of soy milk bubbled vigorously, bubbles rising and popping, looking even more eye-catching in the cold winter weather.

A few more beastn pretended to walk past, their eyes feigning casual glances towards the cast-iron pot.

Beastn didn’t usually have the habit of eating breakfast, but now the aroma made their stomachs rumble. They swallowed their saliva while feeling astonished, not understanding how the Snow Wolf people, who knew nothing about cooking, had suddenly beco so skilled.

Eric found spoons and bowls, ladling a bowl of hot soy milk for everyone to warm themselves up; there was a little sugar at the bottom of the bowls.

The Ox-Head tribesn hurriedly took the bowls, tasting a sip from the rim.

But because their mouths were truly not small, one sip drained half the bowl.

"How did this kid think of eating soybeans this way? This bean liquid is so much more delicious than raw beans." The reddish-brown furred Ox-Head tribesman smacked his lips, savoring the rich, non-astringent aftertaste of the soy milk, and exclaid.

Bean liquid?

Eric recalled the sip of authentic "douzhi" he had tried in his previous life. The sll, even more horrific than the shrimp paste in stinky tofu brine, was still vivid in his mory.

He quickly shook his head: "This is soy milk. It’s made by soaking beans until soft, adding water, and grinding them. It tastes better when boiled."

Whether it was bean liquid or soy milk, as long as it was delicious, it was fine.

The Ox-Head tribesn didn’t mind, took another large gulp, and sighed in satisfaction.

Just when they thought this was the final product, Bi, who was holding his bowl, saw the kid take out a bamboo tube and pour the liquid from the tube in a circle into the pot.

A magical scene occurred.

The soy milk in the pot slowly turned into cotton-like curds, then gradually coagulated into soft, snow-white blocks.

By the ti Eric ladled the tofu pudding into their empty bowls, the few Ox-Head tribesn still hadn’t reacted, staring dumbfoundedly at the tofu pudding in their bowls with disbelief.

Eric couldn’t read the Ox-Head tribesn’s expressions; who asked them to keep their huge ox heads on?

He could only see the shock in their wide-open bovine eyes.

But Eric had seen this kind of expression many tis and was immune. He calmly sprinkled more sugar on top of the tofu pudding.

Early in the morning, he was too lazy to make a savory at sauce, so he went with sweet for simplicity. Anyway, there was no North-South war here.

As for himself, he belonged to the rare neutral group, not picky about savory or sweet, so he made it based on his whim.

The soft, smooth tofu pudding astonished them even more than the soy milk.

The Ox-Head tribesn finished it in just a few slurps. They were at a loss for words, rely looking at Eric as if he were a mythical creature.

Eric was only responsible for preparing the sour water; the others didn’t know how.

In private, so even called that water "magic potion." In their eyes, the process of making tofu was like performing so kind of magic.

Except for the step of mixing the sour water, the Snow Wolf people had learned all the remaining tasks.

Michael carried the coagulated tofu pudding into the kitchen, wrapped it in a clean hemp cloth, placed it in a basket, and then pressed it with a large stone slab on top to squeeze out all the water.

The other Snow Wolf warriors continuously ground beans and cooked the milk.

With everyone’s concerted effort, all the soybeans were soon processed.

Eric left soy milk and tofu pudding for those who had been working hard.

Everyone held their bowls and squatted by the fire, their bodies and stomachs warming up.

Previously, Bi had always believed the Ox-Head tribe was the best at cooking among the beastn.

Now, that fixed impression had been shattered by a kid.

He had never thought that soybeans could be made into this kind of food.

The soy milk was fragrant and sweet, the tofu pudding soft and smooth; not a single dish failed to astonish his taste buds.

Eric squatted next to him, happily squinting his eyes as he ate the soy milk in his bowl.

He turned his head and said to Bi, who was staring blankly, lost in thought: "Using soybeans to make these dishes not only makes the flavor better, but the weight of the final product is also at least three to five tis the amount of soybeans used."

If Bi had only been astonished by the dishes made from soybeans before, now, he was completely thunderstruck.

He even doubted his own ears. What? Turning soybeans into food actually [increased] the amount, and not just by a little, but by three to five tis?

In his impression, regardless of whether it was wheat or other grains, when processed into more palatable food, so loss was unavoidable.

When he tasted the soy milk and tofu pudding, he had thought that even if half the weight was lost, this flavor was enough to compensate.

Bi had even thought that if the Ox-Head tribe knew how to make this, any amount of loss would be worth it. At worst, they would just plant more soybeans next year.

Especially since the soy milk and tofu pudding were both very suitable for children and elderly beastn.