An'an seemed as if she was going to sleep until the world ended.
Bai Qingqing watched her quietly for a while, then eventually felt a little bored.
"Parker, aren't you going to sleep?" Bai Qingqing asked.
Parker said, "Winston and I took turns to get a bit of sleep at night. I'm not tired."
"Then, accompany me to burn porcelain tools," Bai Qingqing said excitedly. "I've been worried for An'an previously and wasn't in the mood for it. I can finally relax a little now."
Parker's heart ached for her. He agreed.
Worried that she would freeze, Parker brought the grinding stone to the bedroom. He mixed soil with some hot water before letting Bai Qingqing start.
Bai Qingqing sat on the wooden stool that had a piece of animal skin laid on it. She reached out to grab onto the mud, feeling hot to the touch.
"Quickly spin it," Bai Qingqing said in anticipation. "Would using hot water affect the quality of the porcelain tools?"