Yao Si was so happy that the loneliness in the morning was gone now. All three brothers were there, and even Mr. Dong was there. She entered the kitchen happily and hummed a little song and started to arrange it.

She cleaned the pot and washed rice and mixed water into the pot. She was very comfortable in a series of actions. She grabbed a handful of leaves and lit it with fire. She carefully stuffed the fire into the stove door. Taking advantage of the fire, she quickly added some small branches to attract the fire. She blew a few more breaths and the fire immediately became bigger.

Yao Si remembered the New Year in previous years, whenever she would get up before dawn on New Year's Eve.

However, Yan had already gotten up and was busy grinding the beans that had been soaked overnight into soy milk with a stone mill. When Yao Si got up, he would ask her to boil water and boil meat first.

Yao Si put the meat into the pot and added a few more firewood. Until the fire broke out, she would go to the yard to help Yan grind soy milk.

The golden beans were soaked in water overnight, and each grain was full. The snow-white soy milk flowed out along the edge of the stone mill, and then flowed along the stone trough into the wooden barrel. You could faintly smell the fragrance of sweet soy milk.

Yan was tired of pushing, and Yao Si would ask herself to push for a while. She grabbed the handle, scoop a can of beans, poured them into the small hole of the stone mill, and then pushed the mill quickly. She liked to watch the soy milk flow out of the gap, into the stone trough, and into the wooden barrel. It was as white as snow, and when she smelled the sweetness, she didn't feel tired.

After grinding the beans, the next step is to make soy milk. The large iron pot has been cleaned. A bucket of soy milk is poured into the pot. Yao Si quickly sets the fire. The fire for soy milk should be used on a stable low heat, not too strong, otherwise the soy milk will have a burnt smell.

Taking advantage of this time, Yan would peel the sweet potatoes, cut them into thin slices, then put them in a pot and add water to boil until the sweet potatoes are soft and then filter them with a basket.

There is no need to worry about the fire when it is too big. Yao Si will take care of the work of mashing sweet potatoes. This is the first step in frying oil cakes. The sweet potatoes are boiled and poured into a wooden basin to mash them into a paste. Then they are mixed with equal portions of noodles, then beat three or four eggs and blended them into a ball of sweet potato noodles. It is finished.

The noodles were mixed and the soy milk was boiling. Yan was busy washing various dishes, while Yao Si sat in front of the stove and watched the fire, occasionally using her hands to peel the skin.

The soy milk was almost boiling in half an hour. Yao Si quickly washed another big iron pot and put a wooden rack on it. On the wooden rack was placed, and a very thin filter was laid. Then scoop the boiling soy milk into the basket. The bean dregs would accumulate in the cotton filter and the soy milk would flow into the large iron pot.

This step is done without Yan's help. Yao Si can do it himself, and in a short time, you can separate the soy milk and the soybean dregs.

However, a lot of soy milk remained in the bean dregs. It was a pity that he threw it away. At this time, Yan would put down his work and stand face to face with Yao Si. The two of them grabbed the corners of the two filters, and they shook them up and down, and the remaining soy milk flowed into the pot.

After separating the bean dregs, only milky white soy milk is left in the pot. Yao Si will take four bowls, put some sugar in each bowl, and then scoop a full bowl of soy milk.

The warm soy milk is decorated with white sugar, and it is rich and sweet. For Yao Si, it is the best thing to drink, but Yao Si’s favorite is the soft and sweet tofu.

After the soy milk is filtered, it must be cooked on low heat. At this time, Yan will add brine to the soy milk. With this thing, the soy milk can solidify into tomato flowers, and it will basically produce flowers after half an hour.

Yao Si had prepared a bowl a long time ago. Just when Yan said she could eat it, she couldn't wait to scoop a bowl, drip a little oil, add various colors of seasoning, and finally sprinkle some chopped green onions and a bowl of fragrant tofu.

For breakfast on New Year's Eve, the family ate tofu. After breakfast, Yao Zheng and Yao would take Yao Jiang to various temples in the village to burn incense, while Yan and Yao Si continued to work in the stove, and they were about to start frying oil cakes.

Sweet potato oil cake is a way to eat in Yan's hometown. Take a dough the size of a baby's fist, wrap it in a yellow sugar filling, make it into a cake, fry it in an oil pan, and fry it. Fry it until both sides are golden and oily, and then it can be released from the pot.

The mother and daughter cooperated very well. Yao Si rolled the dough, Yan's filling, put the cakes one after another into the pot, and then came out of the pot one after another. Yao Si would eat two while he was free. The skin was soft and sweet, and it was really fragrant when he took a bite. If he bite it deep, the yellow sugar liquid would flow out. Yao Si had been blistered several times with the burnt tip of his tongue.

She suddenly laughed and added another fire to the stove. After frying the sweet potato oil cake, my mother started to stir-fry various side dishes, usually five dishes, plus a roasted tofu, a plate of sweet potato oil cake, and a plate of fried peanuts. This is the most hearty meal at home in the year.

Because of the Chinese New Year, Yao Zheng poured everyone a glass of wine and the sound of firecrackers outside. Although it was not as lively as other people's houses, the family of four was still happy.

New Year's Eve is like this every year, but Yao Si still misses her very much. She left home in September and has never been back since then. The longing in her heart has long been loaded. If it weren't for someone around her who cared about her, she wouldn't be able to bear it anyway.

Thinking of my parents far away in Xiaotou Village, I must have bought New Year’s goods at this moment, so the whole family is waiting for them to go back.

Gulugulu----

The water was already boiling, Yao Si got up and uncovered the lid of the pot, stirred it with a spoon, and then covered the lid and sat down.

There was a voice outside, and she hurriedly got up and went out with a smile. The three of them were holding a lot in their hands, and Qiu Zhan was actually carrying a struggling chicken in his hand.

"Where is Mr. Dong?" Yao Si did not see Dong Shu.

"Sitting in his room, saying that the food was ready, called him." Chu Meng explained.

Yao Si stepped forward to take the same dish, and all the people rushed into the kitchen.

Xin Xiran has never done such a thing in his life, but he was not happy to ask Yao Si to cook for them four alone, so he wiped his sleeves and asked, "What do I need to do?"

Yao Si couldn't help but smile: "Young Master, just sit in the house, don't do anything bad here."

Xin Xiran was unhappy: "Why are they all okay, I can't. I am not as lazy as Old Man Dong. In my opinion, he just doesn't know how to make it himself, and no one makes it for him, so the food was very cold. When he saw that we were all here, he started to make a plan to eat food for nothing."

"It's not just a waste of food. At least these ingredients belong to someone else." Qiu Zhan has always been honest.

Yao Si also agreed and said, "No, it's good to not sue you to the prison. OK, if you really want to find something to cook, wash the vegetables."

Xin Xiran immediately sharpened his knife and washed vegetables. He could still do this.

From time to time, there were a few teasing, laughter and scolding sounds from time to time, as well as the sound of dishes falling to the ground, the sound of cooking, coughing, and various sounds mixed together. It was particularly lively and vivid when listening to outsiders.

Wei Zha asked tentatively: "Young Master, should you go in first, take a look?"

Qiu Ji was silent for a long time and turned around and walked out.
Chapter completed!