Grinding Soybean Milk Essay 150 Words

On a warm spring morning, my dad, mom and I went to White Cloud Mountain. We had wanted to go to the Harvest Flower Forest to see the Harvest Flower. After walking for a while only to hear that it would take more than an hour to get there and the road was steep and slippery, we had to walk back in disappointment. Suddenly, we found a place in the Plum Blossom Valley where we could grind our own soybean milk, using the most primitive stone mill. Watching the other tourists grinding with gusto, I wanted to give it a try too. So my mom bought some soaked soybeans and we started grinding.

I can't believe that grinding soybean milk is also a skill, you have to push the mill in a counterclockwise direction, so that the soybeans will be rotten. Because I was young and my hands weren't long enough, I had to push while circling the stone mill, and after a few turns I couldn't take it anymore. We repeated the grinding three times and it took more than half an hour, but finally it was done. The first time I drank my own hand-ground soybean milk, really feel especially sweet and fragrant ah!