"Practicing with clay?" Fu Miaoxue asked him, "How do you practice with it?"
Du Lai said, "Just like before, throw stones. If the stone can sink about a finger's depth into the clay, you can go hunting birds."
Fu Miaoxue reached out and poked the clay sculpture in his hand, immediately making a hole.
"This is easy," she said. "And this is much bigger and easier to aim at than a fruit pit."
Du Lai chuckled, "After baking, the outer layer of clay will harden."
Fu Miaoxue nodded in realization and cheekily praised him, "Du Lai, you know so much~"
"Knowing too little would mean an early demise," Du Lai joked casually, placing the few clay birds he had molded by the fire and then stood up to wash the clay off his hands with the rainwater at the edge of the roof.
Fu Miaoxue also placed her various shaped creations around, forming a lively circle.
A gust of wind blew through, sneaking into her flimsy leaf clothing, making her sneeze, "Achoo!"
