The Right Tools
編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation
"If you're too slow, there won't be as much oil in the end. You shouldn't think too much, you have to quickly pour it out and wrap it up, so that part of the hot steam inside doesn't disappear."
Before Xua Yan could say anything, Xue Darong hit him several times in anger. "Didn't you tell us to wrap it slowly? You even said what's the rush and that we shouldn't be so tired!"
Qian Caiyu also cursed out loud.
Even his wife couldn't help but a whisper, "No wonder the oil that was squeezed out was not only of poor quality but also not much..."
Xua Yan really wanted to cry and was a little embarrassed.
Jiang Yue walked forward without any expression.
In front of him was the place where the oil was really extracted.
If he wanted to extract oil, he naturally had to use a press.
The press was made of wood as thick as two arms.