He got up as soon as the day broke.
Then he started making breakfast.
The clay pots here were relatively small, so he made five pots of meat soup.
Drinking meat soup first thing in the morning was indeed a bit greasy, but as a primitive man, being able to eat until full was already a blessing—no room for picky choices.
He recalled seeing some types of ceramic pots in the past, designed with legs specifically for primitive use. Three legs stood securely, and firewood could be stuffed underneath the belly of the pot.
The design of some bronze tripods was also similar, with three legs, requiring no stones lodged underneath during cooking.
So he wondered if he should imitate such designs to create a few clay pots.
While stewing the meat soup, he washed over thirty ceramic bowls by the spring.
These bowls were not perfectly round; they were somewhat lopsided. But as long as they were capable of holding soup, they were good enough.
Not a single cloud hung in the sky.
