Clang, clang, clang!
The sound of hammering echoed from the kitchen, startling everyone in the courtyard and effectively breaking the circle around the three generations of the Qin family.
During the skills competition held by Qin San Lang and the others, Gu Jinli had already stir-fried the broken soybeans, packed them into small cloth bags, shaped them into cake molds, and began hammering them with an iron hammer.
Jiang Jiao said, "Miss Gu from the Gu Family, hand me the iron hammer and let me do the hammering."
"Sure, here you go." Gu Jinli passed the iron hammer to Jiang Jiao, who hammered fiercely. After a while, the squeezed cake mold slowly began to ooze oil.
Seeing this, Jiang Jiao called out to Ah Ji, "Ah Ji, the oil is coming out."
Ah Ji withdrew his gaze from the courtyard and, looking at the soy oil dripping into the wooden box, nodded in satisfaction. The technique was simple, yet no one had thought of it before — Gu Jinli indeed had a clever trick up her sleeve.
