At the beginning of the month, Dilan checked the kiln pit. Everything inside was normal, and more than two hours had passed. The open flames had dimmed significantly, so there was no immediate risk of any accidents.
The dark clouds on the horizon were getting closer.
The speed at which the clouds were approaching had exceeded Dilan's expectations. It seemed that the heavy rain might arrive tonight.
Dilan could only hope that this heavy rain wouldn't affect the firing of the ceramics in the kiln pit; otherwise, it would truly be a loss.
Dilan found himself worrying.
Among the pears they brought back, many had been nibbled by birds.
Dilan filled the iron pot with spring water and peeled the pears one by one, cutting away only the nibbled parts and soaking them in water.
Soon, the iron
