As the flames grew larger, the fat melted and the oil seeped out. At this time, they still had to keep the fire raging to ensure that the oil heated up in every corner of the pot.
If the iron pot had iron filings and wasn't properly seasoned or rubbed bright with a stone when first purchased, it would rust later on.
So, solving this in one go was the best choice.
Bai Zhi and Grandpa, each holding a stone, vigorously rubbed the pot until bright streaks appeared.
After rubbing it all over, they could clean it with lye water.
Then, it turned into a shiny iron pot.
Bai Zhi carried the pot over and placed it on the stove at home for a moment, perfect.
Bai Dan brought over some small cakes and handed them to Bai Zhi; grandfather and granddaughter each took a spoonful and slowly savored it, finding the taste quite acceptable, Bai Dan thought it was quite good.
"Xingxing, don't you really find it delicious?"