Mo Yan, who was engrossed in drawing, was unaware that someone harbored a deep resentment against her. She couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as the object she was sketching gradually took shape.
What she was drawing was none other than an iron skillet for making pancake fruit and egg rolls. However, in this era, there was no liquefied gas for fuel, so the design of the iron skillet was different from those in her previous life, adapted for burning charcoal instead.
Looking at the strange device on the paper, Mo Wu couldn't believe that it could even be called a skillet. Yet, after listening to Mo Yan's detailed explanation of its use, her eyes lit up with excitement.
"Yan girl, your mind is too ingenious, coming up with such a handy skillet. With this, things will be much more convenient."
