"That's the way it is..."
Everyone was enthusiastically debating, and Zhuang Qingning laughed with her eyes crinkled in amusement.
Layer by layer, the tofu skin was peeled off, and soon a new layer congealed.
This tofu skin was gently scraped off, one layer at a time, and hung on a rod to dry, awaiting the natural formation of the next layer of tofu skin.
The more tofu skin was removed, the thinner the soy milk in the bucket. New soy milk needed to be added in order to maintain the normal thickness of the soy milk and to allow for the creation of new tofu skin.
Today, Zhuang Qingning just started making tofu skin, so she decided to first provide fresh tofu skin. Once all the processes were familiar, she would start making tofu sticks and dried tofu skin. For now, she brought a portion of the fresh tofu skin to stew in chicken soup, and the rest went to Zhuang Qingning's brother, Zhuang Mingliang, and the others who were working there.
