Jiang Yue looked around the room and nodded when she saw that it was indeed suitable for storing oil.
"Jiang Yue, quickly take a look." Xua Yan couldn't wait any longer, and he quickly opened the can that contained more than ten pounds of oil.
Jiang Yue took a closer look. There were no impurities to be seen with the naked eye, and there was no strange smell. It was quite good.
"That's good enough," Jiang Yue said. "You must do the same thing in the future."
"I know, I know," Xue Darong and the others nodded.
"Jiang Yue," the first aunt said with a kind face, "Didn't your family give us more than 300 catties of vegetable seeds? We plan to extract them for your family first."
"Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for? We should thank you!"
When Xue Yan's family's oil mill started to extract the oil again, he was really helping Jiang Yue's family extract oil first.
