Little Flatterer

Wanwan wrinkled her nose, sensing a strange taste in the freshly ground soy milk. She stared at the wooden barrel and asked, “Is this the soy milk we drink every morning? It feels different.”

The old man turned around and looked at Wanwan, who was squatting beside him. He smiled and replied, “The soy milk you usually drink is cooked, but this one is raw.”

Wanwan nodded, seemingly understanding, and asked, “There’s so much soy milk in the barrel. Can we finish drinking it all?”

The old man couldn’t help but chuckle and replied, “These ground soybeans can be used not only to make soy milk but also to make tofu pudding, tofu, and even soybean residue pancakes and stir-fried soybean residue. They all taste delicious.”

Wanwan’s eyes lit up as she looked at Xia Zhihuai beside her and said, “Brother, let’s make them at home too.”

“Sure, when we get back, you grind the soybeans, and I’ll ask Zhu Qing to help you make them,” Xia Zhihuai said with a playful smile.