After leaving the iron shop, Qin San Lang hesitated for a moment and asked Gu Jinli, "Xiao Yu, what are you making these iron cakes for? This must cost quite a lot of money, do Uncle Dashan and Aunt Dashan know about this?"
Gu Jinli looked at Qin San Lang, seeing only concern on the young man's face without any blame for her reckless spending, and smiled, "Brother Qin, don't worry, my parents know. I've told them that I want to order iron cakes and hammers for making soybean oil."
"Soybean oil?" Qin San Lang furrowed his brow, not knowing about the soybean oil.
"It's oil extracted from soybeans that can be sold for money," Gu Jinli, aware of Qin San Lang's worry about her losing capital, explained, "Don't worry about me losing money. If the oil production doesn't work out, I can still sell the iron cakes and hammers back to the iron shop."
