Seeing that the fire in the stove was almost burning, Shen Xiaoxiao used two wooden sticks to clip out the mud balls, and more than a dozen mud balls were burned red, and a basin of water was poured down to make a "zi-" sound.

After the temperature of the mud ball dropped completely, Shen Xiaoxiao used wood to break the mud ball, Xiao Yan still couldn't see any difference, isn't this just that the soil has been burned dry? How did it become the iron in Xiaoxiao's mouth?

"I don't understand, do you?" Shen Xiaoxiao asked with a smile.

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