Morning, the ground is wet

Every rainy day, I always miss my mother when I was a child.

Whether it is a busy season or not, farmers still have to spend their days in the fields.

The rain would often linger for two or three days, so the adults would not arrange the farm work in the fields any more. They would take out the beans (with fresh bean leaves) and soak them in clean water for four or five hours. Soybean is ready, the whole family size regardless of his birthright division of labor cooperation, add bean father mother mill, we three sister and the firewood strip pick spring Onions, garlic if you have any fresh chili coincided with the field is the best, will pick back in after cooked chopped firewood to pieces waiting for production of chilli dip water.

The ground white soybean milk is poured into a large iron pot and slowly burned. The three siblings compete to add more wood and fire to the stove. Father in the side to make chilli dip water (in added salt melted chop pepper, Chinese prickly ash, etc., and then pour the boiling Chinese tallowtree seed oil), the garlic peeling good chop into the mud and cut into small pieces green onion, coriander, etc in a small bowl and set aside. Before the soy milk is out of the pot, the flavor of chili water has stimulated our taste buds, and those who cannot resist will dip their chopsticks into some pepper water to relieve their hunger.

In expectation, boiled soybean milk was finally out of the pot, a ladle of ladle put the soymilk into special yarn bags, hole to fasten pockets with seive installed on the large pot, father or gourd ladle tools such as with a shovel in the pocket and repression, as much as possible to extract soybean milk. In between, my mother cleans up the iron pan (the soya bean milk will go into our stomach first, it is said, to eat).

After the soy milk is pressed out, it is usually drunk first, and the rest is then poured into the iron pot. Play her expertise, the mother saw her with special brine (commonly known as biliary water) is a little bit of joining in the soybean milk slowly stir, like BianXiFaEr white soya-bean milk into a white tofu pudding, the tightness of simmering for a while, a little pressure, along the soup gently with the seive scooped out the extra water to the pot to boil after with the fire with a small fire slowly simmer, until tender soft tofu pudding can out of the pot.

At this time, the whole house is full of bean flowers and pepper oil fragrance, taste buds can no longer stand the toss and turn, the three siblings grumble about fast food. Mother always said: not busy, not busy, eager to eat hot tofu.

Finally, DouHuaEr table, can't wait a family sitting around a table, happily eating sweet sweet pudding, broad, conversation, don't talk about the field of live, don't say who study result how, often chat is the sister and the brother who owns the fun thing. Rain in the quiet outside, a family in the house happily eating and laughing and talking.

These years, or will often smell the fragrance of the bean flowers, eat on the delicate soft bean flowers, just - but no longer can eat the mother's hand-made bean flowers!