Chapter 25 Non-Spicy Sauerkraut Fish



Qin Geming and Song Fengnian weighed the peanut oil themselves, omitting the weight of the enamel basin, and finally determined that the oil yield of this pressing was 65%!

That's a 65% oil yield!

In an era when peanuts had an oil yield of only 20%-30%, this discovery nearly doubled the oil yield—what a remarkable achievement!

"Factory manager, the oil yield of this machine isn't particularly high either," Zhou Qingyun said, pouring cold water on the two enthusiastic factory managers.

"The high oil yield this time is not only due to the machine, but also because the peanuts we used are of good quality."

"As you just saw, the peanuts are very plump, and you can tell they are of good quality just by looking at them, which is why the oil yield is so high."

The peanuts used for oil extraction were grown by his wife using her wood-based supernatural abilities, and the variety was an evolved peanut seed from their post-apocalyptic world.

After the apocalypse, the evolutionary direction of plants also changed.

Some evolved into high-yield, high-quality products, while others evolved into products that could suck people's blood and were bloodthirsty.

These seeds are of high quality, which is why they have such a high oil yield; not all peanuts can have such a high oil yield.

"You're right, not all peanuts can be pressed to produce this much oil, but even doubling it is good."

Qin Geming ordered someone to find ten catties of peanuts to see how high the oil yield of ordinary peanut varieties was.

"Oh, right, besides peanuts, also get some soybeans, and some rapeseed and stuff."

Bring over anything that can be pressed for oil and try it out to see if this oil press can really increase the oil yield.

Zhou Qingyun taught Qin Geming and the others how to use the oil press. After teaching them for a while, he asked his son for a short break so that he could bring the pressed peanut oil home.

The oil press can't be taken home today. We'll have to wait for the factory manager's decision and for her to make other oil presses before this one can "retire successfully."

...

"Mom, are our peanuts really that good quality? They can be pressed into so much oil?"

Zhou Cunzhi was overjoyed when his father instructed him to deliver the peanut oil home. It was more than six jin (3 catties) of peanut oil, enough for his family to eat for a long time.

"Wow, so much peanut oil!" Xu Huixue was also pleasantly surprised to see the full jar of peanut oil.

This is over six pounds of peanut oil, enough for their family to eat until next year.

Chen Suwen was quite satisfied with the peanut oil; she was genuinely pleased with the oil yield, as it was much higher than before.

Ten pounds of peanuts can yield more than six pounds of oil, which is much better.

"Elder sister, take the peanut oil inside and put it away." Chen Suwen told her daughter-in-law to take the oil back and put it away, and then told Zhou Cunzhi to go back to work.

"Go back to work right now. You've wasted so much time, don't you want your pay?"

Zhou Cunzhi: "..."

Okay, he went back to work.

He was also very interested in the oil press his father had made. He had worked with his father on it before, and he never expected it to be so useful.

Zhou Cunzhi returned to the machinery factory and worked with his father and the factory director and other leaders to develop a larger oil press, which would increase the oil yield of other oil presses.

The oil press made by Zhou Qingyun has a really high oil yield. Even if the raw materials for pressing oil are not species that have undergone post-apocalyptic evolution, the oil yield is still 50% higher than the current ones, which is already very good.

The machinery factory was bustling with activity. Factory director Qin Geming and deputy director Song Fengnian, along with others, were working together, hoping to create new products for their factory.

Meanwhile, Chen Suwen was watching her daughter-in-law cook.

"Elder sister, your cooking skills aren't very good," Chen Suwen couldn't help but say as she watched her daughter-in-law cook.

Xu Huixue: "..."

She looked at her mother-in-law, who was standing by with her arms crossed, watching her do it. She was angry but dared not speak out. She really wanted to confront her mother-in-law.

Her cooking skills weren't very good to begin with.

Her cooking skills are mediocre; she can only cook food until it's cooked through, so don't expect it to be delicious.

The best cook in their family was probably their mother-in-law, Chen Suwen, and the second best was their younger brother's wife, Shen Wenxiu.

But after becoming a mother-in-law, Chen Suwen rarely cooked. With her daughter-in-law at her beck and call, how could she possibly work hard herself?

Thinking of this, Xu Huixue quickly gave Chen Suwen a smile, "Mom, you know I'm not a good cook. Wouldn't it be a waste of oil and vegetables for me to make these?"

"Mom, how about you cook this dish? You're so good at it, only if you do it yourself will these things not be wasted."

My third brother's wife, who is the second best cook, is in her postpartum period and can't easily go into the kitchen or do any other work.

So she could only ask her mother-in-law, who was the best cook, to do it, so that the good food wouldn't be wasted.

This morning, she managed to snag a pig's trotter and a grass carp weighing four or five pounds.

There was also a black carp weighing two or three pounds, which was bought to nourish Shen Wenxiu during her postpartum confinement period.

Chen Suwen looked at the two fish that had already been killed and the pig's trotter that weighed more than a pound, and raised her eyebrows slightly. "You're right, it's a waste to let you do it."

"Move aside, I'll do it."

She's never cooked since she transmigrated, and she's definitely itching to try it.

Before the apocalypse, Chen Suwen ran a food stall and had to cook every day. She didn't like doing housework when she got home.

After closing up shop and going home, they either ate the leftovers from when they set up the stall, or they ate what Zhou Qingyun cooked.

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