Four-colour soybean

The soybean momentum is still strong, and each time a tofu machine is assembled, it is a little tiresome. And soybean is still going on. Here's some green soy sauce, as usual, installed, booked. And in the morning it was heard as it had been promised, and though it seemed to be different from the usual, it did not matter. All kinds of routines go to breakfast and go to the tofu machine. The job's over, it's waiting for you. Take off the slurry drums, pass through the lid, and the grain of beans is intact. Surprised to hear it. Automatically unsuccessful, manual. Get back in your seats and start. The heat, the power, it seems normal. Once again, through the lid, the dawn is quiet, only the temperature of the barrel wall, no mad vortex, and the electric power is moving. Turn off the engine, remove the slurry drum, and the answer is obvious: the rubber-pattern plaster that spins the knife has become bald, and all the sharp teeth have been cut. It's no wonder there's a calm in the barrel. The first time I saw it was worn out, I knew it wouldn't be too durable. I didn't expect it to be destroyed today. What about soy milk? Why don't you borrow a soy-muffler? Before it's fixed, you can make it dry. Peas? When you move your heart, dig out a few beans and throw them in your mouth. Hey, these beans are ripe in a bluff. Get out of the fully nutritious machine and move positions with soybean soup. It's all ripe beans. Just use a vegetable and vegetable function. The booming sound and the thick soybean finally finished, which is much smaller than that tofu machine。