"I can't explain it to you too clearly, and even if I did, you wouldn't understand. Just remember all the steps I showed you! I'm only doing this once, so watch carefully!"
Han Mo said as he carefully stirred the contents of a small pot.
As he continued to heat it, the small pot now contained a little over half a bottle of a slightly viscous liquid.
Although the substance looked rather strange, even Zhe Yourong had to admit that the small half-pot of liquid looked extremely precious. The strong citrus scent emanating from this small amount was incredibly potent.
"This is good enough to this point, and then we can move on to the next step!"
As Han Mo spoke, he took out a brand new porcelain bottle from a basket nearby.
He carefully transferred everything from the iron pot into the porcelain bottle.
"Hold it tight, or all our efforts will be in vain if you spill it!"
Han Mo said as he tossed the small bottle to Zhe Yourong.
Zhe Yourong, who had been watching with great interest, was suddenly startled by his action and was quite flustered.
Fortunately, due to her years of martial arts training, she managed to catch the item, preventing it from falling to the ground.
"You!"
She glared at him with a hint of reproach but did not press further.
After finishing with the item in her hands, Han Mo moved to another large pot and casually grabbed a large bowl of chopped pork fat, throwing it in.
"You can use your own judgment for this process. If you don't have pork lard, beef tallow will also work!"
As he continued to heat it, the pork fat in the iron pot slowly began to render.
Yue Nu, standing nearby, widened her eyes in curiosity, wondering what Han Mo was doing.
She actually performed this process every day, and there was plenty of pork lard in the kitchen.
"Young Master, is this to render pork lard?"
Yue Nu asked in a low voice.
"Smart, but no reward!"
Han Mo joked as he continued his work.
Although these maids had never seen Han Mo in the kitchen before, they had to admit that his way of rendering oil was quite professional.
After the pork lard was rendered, Han Mo used another pot to transfer all the lard and then handed over his work to the maids standing nearby.
"The following steps are a bit troublesome, so let's go to that room over there!"
Han Mo said, picking out a few pots from the basket and whistling as he headed towards his room.
Seeing his disreputable demeanor, Zhe Yourong felt a pang of hesitation. Was this guy going to play tricks on her again?
"Hey, are you going to learn or not? If you don't learn now, I won't teach you later!"
Seeing her hesitant look, Han Mo found it amusing.
"If you want to go, then let's go! Who's afraid of whom!"
Zhe Yourong gritted her teeth, stamped her foot, and followed him directly, step by step into the familiar room.
The maids understood that the next steps were particularly important and that it was not appropriate for anyone else to be present.
Although they were very curious about what was happening now, since Han Mo was avoiding them, they didn't want to intrude.
"This thing is very simple to make, but this is the most crucial step. Watch closely. From now on, only you and the person you trust the most can do this. If it leaks out, this thing will be no longer a secret!"
Han Mo muttered as he fiddled with several brush pots in his hands.
"Is it really that mysterious? I feel like you're bluffing!"
Zhe Yourong said, frowning as she looked at the powdery substances in his hands.
"Whether it's bluffing or not, you'll understand in the end. This is a highly profitable business! Take good care of this recipe, and once you've memorized it, burn it completely, leaving no trace!"
Han Mo operated while meticulously recording the entire process with his pen.
Although Zhe Yourong spoke with disdain, she watched more attentively than anyone else.
Seeing her serious expression, Han Mo found it amusing. This woman was indeed always saying one thing and meaning another.
"It's good enough at this point, but you must be careful throughout the entire process. This thing is highly corrosive. If you accidentally get it into your eyes, congratulations, you'll be blind from now on!"
After completing all the steps, the last brush pot was filled with a can of clear liquid.
"Is it really that serious? You're just trying to be dramatic. Isn't this just a bottle of water? What's so strange about it!"
"Do you think this is ordinary water?"
Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Han Mo directly took a piece of dried pork from a jar on the nearby desk and placed it in a blank brush pot.
He carefully poured a little of the clear liquid from the brush pot and stirred it with a brush handle.
Before long, Zhe Yourong suddenly discovered that the large piece of dried pork had completely dissolved!
Furthermore, a pungent smell filled the air, causing her to look at Han Mo with entirely different eyes.
Could this be the legendary corpse-dissolving agent?
"Don't look at me like that. Although this thing is dangerous, it's a true treasure. Don't ask me how I learned to make it; you wouldn't understand even if I told you! Just know that this thing is very important, the process is very dangerous, and you must be extremely careful every time you make it!"
After a simple and crude explanation, Han Mo directly poured the pungent substance from the brush pot into the nearby charcoal basin.
"You made such a wicked thing; are you planning to murder someone..."
"Can you stop being argumentative? This thing is called caustic soda, and it has many uses in the future, but you wouldn't understand if I told you. Just remember how to make it!"
Han Mo rolled his eyes at her and swaggered out.
"Let me show you a magic trick!"
Han Mo said, picking up a new brush pot. He added some water to the iron pot nearby and, as if steaming an egg, placed the brush pot in it.
At this moment, he didn't have suitable experimental equipment, so the brush pot and brush pot shape were perfect for the purpose.
He poured more than half a bucket of the still-solidifying pork lard into it, then carefully added quite a bit of caustic soda solution.
After completing the entire process, he took out a bamboo stick and carefully stirred.
"Give me that!"
Hearing him say that, Zhe Yourong quickly handed him the porcelain bottle with the strong citrus scent.
As he took the porcelain bottle, Han Mo also deliberately brushed his hand against her soft, boneless one.
Zhe Yourong responded with a big eye-roll to his act of taking advantage.
This guy was doing it on purpose!