MTL - A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot-Chapter 71 The secret of ordering tofu in brine

  Chapter 71 The secret of ordering tofu in brine

"real or fake?"

  Wu Lei listened to Zhao Jinmai's narration, a little in disbelief: "Is it tasteless to eat for nothing?"

   "It has a taste, if it is fresh enough, it will taste like beans."

   Zhao Jinmai couldn't help urging Li Yi as he said, "Brother Yi, do it quickly! I'm getting a little greedy."

   "Soon, soon."

   As Li Yi said, he opened the glass bottle of brine, poured out a spoonful from it, put it into a bowl, added warm water and stirred it until it was evenly mixed.

  Following that, he used the largest spoon to scoop the soybean milk in the pot into the first large wooden barrel.

  After scooping up half of the bucket, he stopped, and then put his palm on top of the soybean milk.

  Wu Lei and the others watched him operate curiously, like students in class.

   Seeing him put his palm on top of the soybean milk, Wu Lei asked curiously, "Brother Yi, what are you doing?"

   "Feel the heat of it."

  Li Yi explained: "In the process of making tofu paste, the temperature is more important. If the temperature is too high, the texture of the tofu will not be very good, but if the temperature is too low, it will affect the coagulation of the tofu.

  So the temperature of soy milk is best controlled between 76-82°C. In this temperature range, the quality of tofu is the best. "

   After finishing speaking, he withdrew his hand and said casually: "78°C, just right."

  Hearing what he said, Wu Lei took a temperature measuring gun from the table beside him and measured it on the soy milk. The value showed that it was exactly 78°C.

"oh!"

  Wu Lei exclaimed: "Brother Yi, you are too good!"

   "I'll see, I'll see."

  Zhao Jinmai came over, looked at the number on the temperature gun, and looked at Li Yi in disbelief, and asked, "Brother Yi, how did you know it was 78 degrees Celsius?"

  Li Yi didn't take it seriously: "Practice makes perfect."

"so amazing!"

  Wu Lei put the temperature measuring gun in front of the camera and took a close-up.

  The audience in the live broadcast room were also shocked when they saw this number.

   "Really or not? Is this okay?"

   "I can understand that I am not afraid of being hot. I have never seen the temperature in one mouthful."

   "This is a human flesh thermometer!"

   "What's the matter? I have been an electrician for 20 years. I can tell if the wires have electricity or not."

  In front of the camera, Li Yi has already started preparing some tofu.

  He came to the wooden barrel with the stirred brine in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other.

   "I want tofu."

  Wu Lei was very curious about the step of ordering tofu. He put down the temperature gun and ran over, staring at the barrel curiously.

  Seeing that he was curious, Li Yi explained to him: "The principle of making tofu is to add a coagulant to the hot soybean milk, so that the soybean protein in the soybean milk forms a gel, and fully wraps the water and oil in the soybean milk.

  The main component of bittern is magnesium chloride, which is a kind of salt with good water solubility and can react with soybean protein very quickly, so stir it quickly after adding it. "

   As he spoke, he poured the brine in the bowl into the wooden barrel little by little, then put the wooden spoon into the barrel, and began to stir.

  After stirring for a dozen times, he stopped, then inserted the wooden spoon into the bottom of the bucket, and pressed the handle of the spoon with his hand.

  Wu Lei asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

   "This will stop the flow of water in the bucket quickly."

  Li Yi signaled: "Hold it for me."

"oh."

  Wu Lei hurriedly reached out and held the handle of the spoon for him.

  Li Yi turned around and came to the desk, took the brine bottle, poured some into the bowl, then added warm water and stirred well.

  Bringing the bowl back to the bucket, he glanced at the soy milk that was no longer surging, and nodded, "Okay, let's pick it up."

  Wu Lei heard the words, and carefully picked up the wooden spoon.

  Li Yi poured the brine in the bowl into the barrel again.

   "Why add it again?" Wu Lei was puzzled.

Li Yi took the wooden spoon from his hand, gently pushed the surface of the soy milk with the back of the spoon and turned it twice, explaining in his mouth: "The reaction speed of bittern is fast, if you add too much at one time, the tofu will harden and the taste will be slightly It’s bitter, so it’s worth adding three times, and ordering stew three times.”

   As he spoke, he looked back at Wu Lei, and said with a smile, "This is the secret to ordering tofu in brine. If you know this trick, if you travel back to ancient times, you won't starve to death, and you can support yourself by opening a tofu workshop."

"learned."

  Wu Lei was in high spirits: "Now it's time to cross."

  The audience in the live broadcast room heard the words, and they also spoke one after another to join in the fun.

   "I can make soap, and if there is a time-traveling quota, give me one."

   "I am a senior history and literature lover. I can purify salt, make soap, glass, and prepare gunpowder. I sincerely invite 108 brothers to travel back to ancient times and make contributions. Those who want to sign up."

   "Big brother please bring me!"

   "+1"

   "+1"

   While joking, Li Yi had already ordered the second stew, took the lid and put it on the mouth of the bucket.

  Three minutes later, he lifted the lid, and the soy milk in the bucket had begun to separate, and a thin layer of water had formed on the surface.

  At this time, Li Yi added the prepared brine into the bucket for the third time.

  Following that, he picked up the wooden spoon, inserted it into the surface of the soy milk to a depth of about half a spoonful, and stirred it gently.

  After about twenty or thirty seconds, the soy milk has begun to show signs of solidification.

  The lid was added again, and five minutes later, Li Yi opened the lid again. The soy milk in the bucket had turned light yellow, and there were lumps of congealed paste floating in it.

   And this is the original form of tofu.

   "Bring the mold."

  Under Li Yi's order, Wu Lei brought several square molds made of wooden boards.

  Put a layer of fine gauze on the mold, Li Yi scooped up the semi-solidified tofu water with a wooden spoon, and poured it into the mold.

  The light yellow water was filtered out, and the light yellow paste was left on the gauze.

   "Don't waste this water."

  Li Yi poured all the filtered water into a large basin: "This water is acidic, so it can be used repeatedly to make pulp. The tofu made is Physalis tofu."

  Pearl jade white jade soup made with physalis tofu is the most authentic and the best effect.

   After covering the gauze and the wooden cover of the mould, Li Yi asked Wu Lei to bring over half a bucket of water and press it on the mould.

   "Brother Yi, how long do we have to wait?"

   Wu Lei and the others couldn't wait.

   "It takes about half an hour to press and shape!"

  Li Yi explained casually: "The more you press the tofu, the harder it becomes, and the more you press it, the drier it becomes."

   As he said that, he took another mold: "Come on! Go ahead, make dried tofu in this one."

   "Oh, here we come."

  Wu Lei moved his shoulders and walked over.

   "Go and rest for a while."

  Li Yi raised his finger to the stool, motioning him to rest.

  Wu Lei has been busy all morning, grinding tofu and carrying things, it is really hard work.

   You have to combine work and rest even when handling large animals.

  So, Li Yi greeted Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai: "You two heroes, come on?"

  Liu Yifei has filmed a bunch of martial arts dramas, and she took over the conversation without saying a word, and clasped her fists together: "We are all fellow martial artists in the world. Since Shaoxia Li is asking for help, we two sisters should help each other."

   As she spoke, she winked at Zhao Jinmai: "Junior Sister, help me."

   "Uh... oh."

  Zhao Jinmai couldn't keep up with her and Li Yi's brain circuit, so he was taken aback for a moment before responding and followed.

  Liu Yifei stepped forward with a smile, helped Li Yi put the gauze on, and asked with a smile: "I wonder if Li Shaoxia knows a famous dish called Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night?"

"oh?"

  Li Yi cooperated with her, and asked with a smile: "Is it a delicacy made by using orchid brushing skills to cut tender tofu into twenty-four small **** and steam them in ham?"

   "Li Shaoxia actually knew? Would he do it?"

   "It's not difficult. If Miss Liu can find a good piece of Jinhua ham, I can give it a try."

   "What if there is no Jinhua ham?"

   "Then I have to settle for the next best thing and try it with a golden gong."

   "What golden gong?"

   "Golden Gong Ham Sausage."

"Hahaha!"

  Seeing Li Yi and Liu Yifei having a happy chat, Wu Lei and Zhao Jinmai looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

   Didn't expect them to be able to chat about such a boring topic.

  The audience in the live broadcast room also had to spit out their old trough.

   "These two are so good!"

   "Damn it! It actually took my fairy sister's painting style astray!"

   "Actually, I really want to try the twenty-four bridge moonlit night made with golden gong ham sausage. I don't know what it tastes like."

   "Why do I feel that my wife is going to fall in love?"

  (end of this chapter)