The water in the clay pot began to simmer.
Eric added some seasoning powder made from dried onions and garlic and fish bone powder.
Although somewhat simple, having a bowl of hot soup in this cold winter was already a great happiness.
Before long, Eric heard the strong, steady footsteps characteristic of the Ox-Head tribe.
He looked up, and sure enough, the two who had been sent to fetch things had returned carrying large bundles.
He originally thought they would only get a little to experiment with, but he hadn't expected these two to be so guileless. Both the wheat for grinding flour and the vegetables they brought for him were in giant sacks.
As the two of them lowered the heavy sacks from their shoulders together, a dull "thud" rang out.
The two large sacks lying prone on the ground looked even more overwhelming, the mouths of the burlap bags stuffed full, stacked on top of each other, they were even taller than Eric's head.
