Standing off to the side, Wu Yue felt like she'd been a complete salted fish all day—the kind that was so salty it stank.
Looking at the finished clay ring for the well, Wu Yue couldn't have been in a better mood.
When she saw Teng Kun find a pile of large leaves to cover the well's clay ring, Wu Yue couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Didn't you say it needed to air dry?"
She looked up at the fierce sun, a rare sight. "The sun is so strong today. It'll dry in no time."
Teng Kun pursed his lips. "This clay can't be dried directly in the sun, or it'll crack easily when we fire it later.
"It's best to move it somewhere shady to dry, but we can't move it right now. The only thing we can do is find something to cover it."
How could they let something they had worked so hard to build get ruined?
The moment the males heard that, they didn't even wait for Teng Kun's instruction before they went and found large leaves to completely cover the well's ring.
