A famous saying praising tofu

There are many poems praising tofu in past dynasties.

There is a poem in Lu You's "Mountain Ridge", and he also chanted about tofu making: "Try the board to promote eating, wash the kettle and cook."

Su Shi praised tofu as "cooked soy milk is fragrant and crisp".

Zhu's "Tofu Poetry" describes the arduous process from growing beans to making tofu: "It is rare to grow beans, but my heart is exhausted. If I had known the art of Huainan, I would have sat early and got silk cloth. "

Zhang Shao's poem "Ode to Tofu" in the Yuan Dynasty was written in detail and vividly: "Beads are wet with snow, and refined into nectar to make plain clothes. It's better to worry about the broken side of the box than the broken side, and good soup is very common in Bai Yunfei. Vegetables and vegetables are used to the same goat cheese, so it is difficult to pick out the fatter one than pith. But when I laugh at Beiping, I want to eat milk, and the frost knife returns without cutting powder. "

In the Yuan Dynasty, Zheng Yunduan's Tofu Zan described the production and delicacy of tofu in a more specific way: "Grinding and flowing jade milk, boiling and making clear water. The color is crisp and clean than the soil, and the fragrance is thicker than the stone marrow. The taste is more beautiful, and jade food should not be passed on. "

In Yuan Dynasty, Sun Daya's poem "Tofu" vividly described the process of making tofu: "Rong Ji came to Nanshan, and Qing Yi mourned Fu Huan. Turn around and grind, and the paste will flow into the tile. The cauldron is floating, and the small eye soup is swirling. Wait until the clear waves turn and sit and watch the snow. Green salt liquid brine, crimson bees fled to bituminous coal. Huohuo grinds Kunwu, and white jade is cut into large pieces. Cooking suits my mouth, not afraid of old teeth. "

Su Ping's poem "Praise Tofu" in the Ming Dynasty vividly describes the making and delicacy of tofu: "It is the best skill to spread Huainan, but the skin fades to see the essence. A round of grinding nectar, boiling soup rolling snowflakes. A toad's crock has a shadow, but a golden knife has no time to cut jade. Who knows the taste, mostly in monks and Taoists. "

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