Boa kindly patted Eric’s head:
"You’re so adorable, little chief, and you make delicious food too."
Her praise made Eric a bit shy, he awkwardly said:
"As long as you like it, Auntie. Later I will show you the recipe for the coagulant solution; I also brought the necessary ingredients, and I will send them periodically in the future."
Boa, proficient in cooking and having learned the tofu pressing process and even participated in making it just now, asked curiously:
"You said dried tofu can be smoked; what is smoking?"
"Cut the tofu into pieces, burn wood branches under a bamboo rack to smoke it, keep the fire low. at can also be done this way, very fragrant. Smoke until it has a dark color, then you can slice it to eat. If you can’t finish it, tie it with string and hang it over the kitchen stove," Eric explained.
Smoked tofu, smoked chicken - he liked eating them all.
Bacon was also made in a similar way. Eric really liked these smoked dishes because he could taste the distinct sll of wood smoke.
Boa looked at Eric with eyes full of surprise. How on earth did he co up with these cooking thods?
No wonder Bi and the others, after eting Eric once, always praised the young chief of the Snow Wolf tribe for his intelligence in front of them.
"Our tribe doesn’t have many soybeans, so I haven’t been willing to make dried tofu yet. Wait until we can also grow lots of beans, I will definitely make more smoked tofu to bring over for everyone to taste," Eric said with a smile.
Speaking of which, he had more salt now. Before, he wanted to make so bacon, but he had too little salt so he couldn’t, only managed to make a little sausage.
The tribe didn’t lack firewood either; at smoked with fragrant wood would be more delicious. Eric planned to go into the forest to find so wood with a special fragrance, preferably fruit tree wood, to smoke at.
The batch of sausages made earlier was still hanging in the warehouse. Last ti Eric felt the outer casing was quite dry; this ti back, they should be edible. He planned to use them to make clay pot rice.
Although clay pot rice was usually cooked with sweet sausages, Eric preferred the spicy kick of smoked chili sausages. He didn’t like the sweetness of the other type, so naturally, the sausages he made for clay pot rice also carried a characteristic spicy taste.
Thinking of these things, he just wanted to return quickly, wishing he could finish teaching the Ox-Head tribe imdiately and go back ho.
Boa smiled benevolently. Also a blue-black ox head, clearly looking very fierce, yet radiating a strangely gentle aura.
"Thank you very much, young chief of the Snow Wolf people. I tasted the food Tu brought back yesterday; the flavor was excellent. You truly are a cooking genius."
Actually, it was all borrowed flowers offered to Buddha. The delicious dishes Eric learned from modern tis unexpectedly proved useful here. Hearing Boa’s sincere and unreserved praise, he started to feel guilty again.
"Not really, Auntie, it’s just that I’m gluttonous, so I like researching food. I’m happy that everyone likes it." Eric said shyly.
Since Boa was good at cooking, Eric led her into the house, taught her the mixing ratio for the coagulant solution, and gave her all the sour liquid he brought.
"The water left after making tofu can also be used to make tofu. Doing it a few tis, you can grasp the ratio between the sour water and soy milk; this can only be practiced," Eric said while giving her the sour liquid. This amount of sour liquid didn’t need to be used up; after making tofu once, the remaining whey could also be used as a starter for the next batch, and the tofu made wouldn’t have a strange sll.
Boa followed his instructions, mixed the coagulant solution, then went out to make several pots of tofu, slowly getting used to exactly how much coagulant a pot of soy milk needed.
Yesterday Eric had soaked nearly a thousand pounds of soybeans. If all were made into tofu, it would take many rounds, plenty of ti to practice. He had considered the fact that the Ox-Head tribe needed practice, so he soaked such a large amount of beans.
In the later stages, it was basically Boa doing it herself. By the end, Eric didn’t need to stand by and watch, and the tofu produced wasn’t much different.
The beastn gathered around one side watching the excitent curiously, and those present were also given a piece of tofu. Without cooking, the hot, soft tofu was already fragrant.
Wealthier tribes intended to trade for so tofu. Hearing Eric say that freezing it could preserve it for a long ti, these beastn beca even more excited; that way, they could bring it back for their families to eat.
It was just that they didn’t know who to trade with for the tofu. Trading with the Ox-Head tribe didn’t seem right, but originally, the tofu was made by the Snow Wolf people. They had to suppress their thoughts and stand aside observing silently.
Until the end, the people grinding soy milk and making tofu all changed to Ox-Head people. They also realized that the Snow Wolf people were using this thod to trade with the Ox-Head tribe, and wanted to speak to Chief Tu or Bi to ask about trading tofu.
The Ox-Head tribe learned to make tofu not only for their own consumption but also because tofu could increase food resources, which was an important reason. But they didn’t expect beastn to want to trade so quickly. Tofu could also be frozen and stored for a long ti without spoiling; the Red Grass tribe had gained another best-selling item this ti, truly a pleasant surprise.
After all, they had plenty of ingredients for making tofu; once they learned how to make it, using it for trade was perfect for the Ox-Head tribe.
Chief Tu’s attitude beca even more cautious; he realized tofu would have a higher value than he initially imagined.
A lot of beans were prepared. After Boa took over, she worked continuously to use them all up, and at the sa ti, understood the entire process clearly. Kiet and Balu also took turns participating in the soy milk grinding team; the stone mill in their hands was light as nothing, turning very easily.
A thousand pounds of beans, if in a human tofu factory, would probably work several workers to death.
The beastn in this world were all incredibly strong. Doing these tasks was as easy as play, and they even fought to do it, treating it as a leisure activity in their spare ti.
Bi led Balu and Kiet to transport the finished tofu back. Today, this amount of tofu looked like a lot, but for the Ox-Head tribe of the Red Grass tribe, it wasn’t enough to share, let alone freeze for storage. But the journey wasn’t short; the outer layer would inevitably freeze a little.
Chief Tu led Boa to stay at Eric’s side, and told Bi to leave quite a bit of tofu for the Snow Wolf people.
Boa was full of curiosity and affection for Eric, so she wasn’t in a hurry to leave. This also suited Eric’s intention; he took this opportunity to use the sauce recipe to trade for a bit more food.
The Ox-Head tribe finished making tofu, and the beastn had mostly dispersed, leaving only a few who wanted to trade tofu with the Ox-Head tribe.
Nemo of the Silver Fox tribe walked up to Chief Tu. His exquisite yet soft eyebrows and voice clear as a flowing stream reached the ears of those present:
"Chief Tu, can we add tofu to our trade? My tribesn will definitely like it too."
Several beastn following him nodded in agreent.
"I also want to trade so to bring back for the kids in our tribe to taste."
"I won’t trade much. I didn’t bring many goods this ti, just trading a few pieces to bring back to my mate. She is pregnant; eating so delicious tofu will give her more strength."
The speaker was a beastman with black and yellow striped ears. Hearing this, the other beastn looked at him with envious eyes.
Chief Tu laughed heartily and raised his hand:
"Everyone, don’t rush, go talk to Bi. If there isn’t enough tofu, we will make more tomorrow."
Only then did the beastn who wanted to trade tofu with the Ox-Head tribe leave one by one in satisfaction.
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