"Do you believe me if I say this was a coincidence?"
At that time, the Wushan blast furnace was busy refining iron and steel. Although Zhao Hanzhang had sent supplies there, it was still very scarce because it was previously an uninhabited wilderness.
The most they ate every day was various coarse grains, with little meat, mostly stewed. Apart from some pickled vegetables, the only vegetable was bean sprouts.
Due to a labor shortage and a lack of skilled cooks, no one bothered to make cold bean sprout salad. They would just grab a handful, throw it into boiling water, add some soybean oil, a pinch of salt, and then it was ready to eat.
After a few days there, Zhao Hanzhang started looking pale.
So, seeing someone making a knife, she couldn't help but remark, "If only we had an iron pan, cooking would be much faster."
Fu Tinghan immediately had a pan made for her.
Heavens can witness, she really just mentioned it casually at the time. It really was a coincidence.
