The smoke emerging from the cave entrance gradually thinned.
The sun slowly rose, listlessly hanging in the sky.
Though the cold day was free of clouds, everything seemed gray and especially desolate.
Meanwhile, the fire in the hearth inside the cave was blazing, and the open camp pot was steaming with enthusiasm.
"Careful, don't burn yourself~"
Paul used animal skin to pad his hands, taking the stew off the stove, then covered the hearth with a mud-baked lid.
The three of them had a dining table made from three thick logs laid together, each person had their own wooden bowl, chopsticks, and bench.
Chen Zhou had already helped Bi Kai finish the last few Long Spears, long having set the table waiting to eat.
The Three-headed Saw-toothed Tigers found the suddenly rising temperature from the cooking unbearable and all went to lie at the cave entrance.
