Beast language level 10, all beasts obey her orders

Feng Jing was stirring the soy milk while Tian Cui was helping to light the fire.

"I don't know what Tian Youyou is going to do..." Feng Jing murmured.

She originally wanted to ask clearly, but Tian Youyou looked mysterious.

"Mom, since Youyou said that, she must have some good idea." Tian Cui was very sure.

She didn't have much contact with Tian Youyou, and they had never spoken to each other before.

But what Tian Youyou said during that contact a few days ago...

Combined with Feng Jing's words, Tian Cui knew that Tian Youyou's words were truly out of consideration for her.

Outside the yard, Tian Youyou heard Tian Cui's words and couldn't help but curl her lips, feeling fortunate that Tian Cui was a good person.

Her help doesn't count as meddling in other people's business.

"Aunt Feng, Sister Cui'er," she called.

Feng Jing and Tian Cui came out together, and there was a strong bean fragrance on their clothes.

"Is the soy milk ground?" she asked.

Feng Jing hummed, "It's already ground, all the dregs are gone, and we're just starting to boil it."

The timing was just right.

Tian Youyou walked into the kitchen and saw two stoves. This is where Feng Jing usually cooks.

The stove for cooking soy milk is on the left, and the pot on the stove is three or four times larger than a normal pot.

Tian Youyou opened the pot she usually used for cooking, which was clean. "Sister Cui'er, you come and cook these two pots."

"Ah?" Tian Cui was stunned. "Burn these two?"

She looked at the big pot beside her and said, "Then what about this soy milk..."

"Just light the fire first."

Tian Cui said no more, sat down and started to make a fire.

Tian Youyou found a large wooden spoon and scooped a few spoonfuls of soy milk into the small pot.

Because she didn't know what Tian Youyou was going to do specifically, Feng Jing only ground ten kilograms of soy milk today. A total of forty kilograms of soy milk was ground and divided into two pots. The soy milk was just about one finger's distance away from the mouth of the pot.

"Boil the soy milk first."

The soy milk quickly boiled in the small pot.

"Turn to low heat and let the soy milk cool down."

Tian Cui took away the firewood.

The soy milk gradually cools down in the pot.

When a layer of yellow grease condensed on the surface, Tian Youyou pointed at the grease and told Feng Jing, "We want this layer of oily bean curd skin."

"This layer of bean curd skin can be used to make soup, cold dishes, and can also be made into delicious bean curd skin buns."

Feng Jing had seen this layer of fat before, but had never taken it seriously, and had never imagined that it could be eaten in various ways.

"The amount of fat in this layer is not much. One hundred kilograms of beans can produce four hundred kilograms of soy milk, and about sixty kilograms of oily bean curd skin."

Compared to the fact that 100 kilograms of beans can make 200 kilograms of tofu, this yield is very low.

“But the price of tofu is so low that many people are buying it.”

"The price of this oily bean curd skin can be sold at a higher price. No one in the county sells it."

Tian Youyou took out two chopsticks from a bamboo tube beside her, and used one chopstick to scrape the edge of the pot to peel off the bean curd skin from the edge of the pot, then inserted a chopstick into each and picked them up at the same time.

A whole round piece of oil bean skin was peeled off.

Tian Cui curiously poked her head out and looked at the layer of things that Tian Youyou picked up...

She doesn't know it yet, but it is this layer of bean curd skin that has turned her family's life upside down.

Feng Jing's pot can hold about 20 kilograms of soy milk. In total, she peeled off nearly 5 kilograms of wet bean curd skins and waited for them to dry...the weight was about the same as Tian Youyou's estimate.

There were two pots, with a total of ten kilograms of food.

Feng Jing temporarily pulled a string and transferred the bean curd skin from the chopsticks to the string, hanging it all over the kitchen.

It takes time to dry them. Tian Youyou twisted her body and told them, "Aunt, Sister Cui'er, you don't have to worry about them. Just do your own thing."

"I'll come over this afternoon to teach you how to eat it and let you try it."

"Youyou, don't go back. Stay here for breakfast. I'll boil an egg for you." Feng Jing wanted to keep Tian Youyou for breakfast. After all, she had taught her for so long.

Tian Youyou stopped and looked at the soy milk in the pot.

"Aunt, forget about eating. Give me some of your leftover soy milk."

The remaining soy milk is free of oil but still rich and flavorful, making it a great breakfast.

"no problem."

Feng Jing took a clean pottery jar and filled it up.

"Auntie, there's nothing at home, but plenty of soy milk and tofu. Come anytime you want to eat."

"Ok."

Tian Youyou went home holding a pot of soy milk, and Xiao Yao had already arrived.

He had a sad look on his face, just like the little otter I met in the morning.

"What's wrong?" Tian Youyou put down the pottery jar and washed a few bamboo tubes.

We didn’t have cups at home, we used bamboo tubes made by Tian Shounian.

He filled a bamboo tube with soy milk, added sugar, and quietly dropped a drop of spiritual spring water into it, then handed it to Xiao Yao.

"Have a drink, it's fresh out of the pot, it's hot."

Jiang Xiuxiu poked her head out of the kitchen and saw that Tian Youyou was not wearing a raincoat. She couldn't help but scold him, "Youyou, why aren't you wearing a raincoat? What if you catch a cold?"

Tian Youyou held up her bamboo tube and said, "Mom, you won't catch a cold. I'm drinking hot soy milk."

Jiang Xiuxiu had no choice but to go back to the kitchen and bring out a pot of porridge.

Tian Shounian brought some cakes and pickles.

"It's raining today, so don't go up the mountain," Tian Shounian said. "The mountain is slippery and unsafe."

Jiang Xiuxiu distributed pancakes to everyone, "Well, I won't go. We are all at home. After breakfast, I will measure your bodies and make winter clothes for you."

Tian Shounian: "After measuring the body, I will go and see...what other places in the village can be reclaimed."

"Youyou, Xiaoyao, are you going?"

Tian Youyou shrugged. As expected, no farmer has time to spare.

Even if you can't go up the mountain, there are still things to do.

"go."

"go."

When measuring the body, Jiang Xiuxiu used a cloth bag and whispered the data of each position.

"Mom, do you want to write it down?" Tian Youyou was really afraid that she would forget.

Jiang Xiuxiu waved her hand and said, "No need, Mom will remember it."

She was confident and waved her hand for Xiao Yao to come over, "It's Xiao Yao's turn."

After measuring Xiao Yao's back with the cloth strip, Jiang Xiuxiu couldn't help but said, "Xiao Yao, you are too thin."

He pressed on Xiao Yao's chest again, "Ouch, it's all bones."

"Too thin, too thin."

Xiao Yao froze...

Jiang Xiuxiu was measuring and complaining, "It's too thin, all bones, this won't do, you need to eat more."

Xiao Yao hummed awkwardly.

"If you are like this...who would be willing to marry their daughter to you?"

After Jiang Xiuxiu finished measuring, she patted Xiao Yao and said, "Fortunately, the engagement certificate between you and my Youyou is fake."

Xiao Yao forced a dry smile.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Because I'm too thin?"

Jiang Xiuxiu nodded heavily at him, "That's right."

She complained in her heart, she didn't want Youyou to marry and be a widow, the key point is...what if she is not a widow, but...a widow?

"Oh..." Xiao Yao lowered his head...

Jiang Xiuxiu was afraid that he would be sad, so she patted his shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, eat more, go out more often, and exercise your body. You will definitely be able to find a wife. After all, your family... is rich and powerful."

Xiao Yao smiled bitterly, not feeling comforted.