Burning Into Porcelain Bowls (2)

Bai Qingqing smiled and waved her hand. There was only some firewood inside that had loosened up from the burning. If they could still break despite this, then she wouldn't want them anyway.

"No need. Just dig them out."

Winston had no choice but to get to it as she requested.

However, he thought of a more reliable method. He looked for another fire poker, using both as a pair of chopsticks, then slowly and steadily picked a mud bowl on the very side.

"Move it away a little." The mud bowl Winston was holding onto stopped at the stove's entrance.

Bai Qingqing immediately backed off a few steps.

Only then did Winston take out the mud bowl.

When it was outside, the mud bowl still looked completely red. When the snowflakes blew at it, a slight sizzling sound was heard.