"I found a book at the junk station before, it explained this principle."
"Is there still? I'd like to have a look too, learn a bit more."
"No clue where my mom put it. Probably already burned it as firewood." Lin Wan replied with a deliberately regretful sigh.
"Ah, Aunt Liang is something else, such a good book, how could she burn it?" Zhang Shuhua evidently believed it.
Lin Wan cursed inwardly, glad she was adept at making things up, otherwise it would've been hard to explain.
She knew about this type of traditional oven in her previous life, during the time she worked as a cleaner for a bakery. It was a peculiar little place, tucked away in a narrow alley, with only two types of bread, yet it attracted many customers, some came with high expectations.
They used this kind of traditional clay oven, she learned this when chatting out of curiosity with the workers. Having explained these details, Lin Wan rode her bicycle.
Hastily ran to the office to make a call to S City.
