When Ye Jiu announced that they could finally stop stoking the fire, five bowls were neatly arranged on the stove, each brimming with contents.
Although the bowls contained the same liquid in different proportions and formulations, it was still uncertain whether they would successfully saponify. The real test would be after the liquid solidified.
For now, all they could do was to honestly go back to sleep and wait to assess the results tomorrow.
"Gaosheng, go grab a stool and place it outside the main house's window. We'll carry the bowls outside. The colder weather should help them solidify faster," Ye Jiu instructed.
"Okay." After being busy for most of the night, Gaosheng didn't mind doing this extra step and obediently followed Ye Jiu's instructions.
By the time Ye Jiu finally lay down on the kang bed, his arms felt like they no longer belonged to him.
Although the work wasn't heavy, it had been incessant, especially straining on his arms, leaving them sore and heavy.
