"The temperature is not high enough, and the power is insufficient," Lin Ziyin sighed lightly in the face of failure. As expected, without coal, it's impossible!
"What are you doing?" came Chu Suifeng's cold voice from behind.
"Making soy milk powder," Lin Ziyin replied indifferently. She had failed, what else could she do? The machine for making soy milk powder was already running at minimum power, but the temperature of the firewood still couldn't meet the requirements.
The disappointment of her first failed attempt was significant for Lin Ziyin.
"Did you fail?" Si Jinhan's voice carried an undertone of excitement.