Little attic, Si Miaoxue's study.
Enter the hall, step into the room.
"This is what you've made." Lin Miao saw the 'glass' product made by Si Miaoxue. Of course, it's just a rough product for now, very ugly, some even black, and exclaimed, "Well done, Miaoxue, your hands-on ability is impressive!"
Si Miaoxue raises her head high, revealing a small section of her swan-like white neck and says, "You have to see who I am."
"Making glass requires a temperature of at least five or six hundred degrees. How did you do it?" Lin Miao continued to play with the glass and asked.
"I have a brick kiln outside the city. I took the formula you gave me and got a brick master outside the city to do it. This is the glass made, not as transparent as you said, and it has a lot of fine bubbles inside, and the texture is quite fragile, unable to withstand knocking." Si Miaoxue explained.
