A bundle of firewood was carried back to the yard by Xu Yi and Lu Ke.
These firewoods were all wet and must be dried before they can be ignited.
In the evening, Xu Yi planned to stack the firewood into a wooden tower for drying.
This way, they could fire the pottery tomorrow. The rain kept on, the humidity in the air increased, and if the pottery embryo was not fired, Xu Yi worried that Lu Ke's efforts would be wasted.
At 6:30 in the evening, Xu Yi and Lu Ke sat around the fire.
The water in the pot was boiling, and Lu Ke placed four crabs into the pot.
After all, the pot was not large, and couldn't hold too many crabs.
"I love eating crabs the most, wonder how crabs taste on an alien planet."
"Absolutely delicious, Xu Yi will surely say better than the ones in our world."
"Stop talking, I'm drooling on my phone."
"Then stop looking, I fear you'll eat your phone later."
