It was a very trivial and tedious task to grind the soybeans into pulp with a stone mill.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhan was skilled and the stone mill he made was slightly easier to use. For a woman like Li Miao, who was slightly inferior in strength, using it was just a matter of using a little more strength.
If she didn't do anything, she would panic.
Li Miao ground the soybeans according to the amount of two tofu plates. The more she made, the more money she could earn.
The soybean milk was placed in the pot to boil.
Yue Jiaojiao smelled it and went into the kitchen. She came out with two bowls of soy milk and added some sugar. She then brought them back to the courtyard happily. "Li Miao, you should have a bowl too."
Li Miao looked at the soy milk in the bowl and carefully took a sip.
"These soybeans are a treasure. They can be used to make so many delicious things. The soybean can be made into a drink or tofu. There are so many versions."
