Fourth grade essay grinding bean flower 500

Dad, mom took my brother and me to grandma's house. Grandma said, "Let's eat bean flowers in the evening!" I was so happy to hear that, because I love eating bean flowers the most.

After washing the beans, grandma put a few tender bean leaves and soaked the beans in water. After about an hour, grandma said, "It's time to go grinding." So my brother and I came to the mill with our grandma leading us with a pot and a bucket. Grandma tied a gauze pocket to the mouth of the mill and put the pocket in the bucket. When everything was ready, grandma instructed mom to add and dad to push the mill. Naturally, my brother and I sat down to watch. At this time, I heard my grandma say: "When you push the mill, you have to use your strength evenly, and you can't put too many beans into the mill, otherwise, the mill will be too coarse and the beans will be too small. When you add beans, you should also put in more water, so that the raw soybean milk will be cleaner and better filtered." I saw my mom and dad pushing the mill and putting in the beans quickly and slowly, and the mill was rotating, making the sound of "hu - rong hu - rong", which was very rhythmic, and was really like a beautiful piece of music. My brother and I watched all mesmerized, I can not help but fist pumping, really want to go up to help them. So I said to my dad, "Dad, let me try!" Dad said wryly, "How can you push a small child." When I heard this, I was so upset that I pouted. Mom saw this and said with a smile, " You just let her try!" Dad nodded happily, I jumped to the mill, put my hand on the pole, and tried my best, but the mill didn't seem to listen to me, and pushed less than a circle, and couldn't be pushed. When my father saw this, he came over and told me to push the mill at two points. I did as my father said, and the mill really turned. I pushed it about ten times in a row and threw a smile at Dad, thinking, "You can't underestimate me!" As if he could see what I meant, Dad stroked my head and said, "Really capable,? Really capable."

After a while, the beans were all ground, and we lifted the net with the ground raw soybean milk. After squeezing the pulp out of the bag, the most fun of all, ordering the soybean flowers, began.

We poured the raw soybean milk into the pot and boiled it for about ten minutes, then it became cooked soybean milk. At this time, I saw my grandmother holding a bowl with brine in her left hand, putting the brine into the pot drop by drop, and gently stirring it with a spatula in her right hand. Looking at the grandma's concentrated look, we were also fascinated. Not long after, the pot of soybean milk, with the spatula in the hands of the grandmother stirring, miraculously floating up a small white flowers, slightly swirling in the pot, gathered in one place. Not long after, the small flowers slowly condensed into a large white flowers, and then after a while, look into the pot, it is all snow-white bean flowers. Ah! No wonder it's called bean flowers.

During the meal, when we tasted the snow-white and tender bean flowers, we felt extraordinarily sweet, perhaps because I personally participated in the production of bean flowers!