Liu Shimei sighed and said, "In a previous experiment I conducted, the container was made of jade. Due to the high temperature, it failed."
She fondly remembered the modern instruments and equipment. In this ancient era, everything required finding substitutes, making it difficult to achieve standards.
She spoke casually, but how could Huangfu Lingyao believe it was that simple?
Glancing at the workshop, he saw that she had already tidied it up.
Casually, he asked, "If that thing exploded, can it still be salvaged?"
"No, after the failure, I have to have Mo'er find a craftsman again to make a new batch of containers."
Liu Shimei thought since it had already failed, there was no need to continue. She grabbed his hand and said, "Let's go out. It's almost time for dinner."
Huangfu Lingyao followed her out of the laboratory.
Indeed, it was already dark, but summer days were long, and it was currently dusk.