In this situation, I had to have some wine, so I took out a bamboo tube filled with wine.

After finishing my soup, I poured a small half-bowl of wine into my own bowl. Just as I was about to drink it, Top came over with its bowl, looking at me with a mournful expression.

It's like they're saying, "You were drinking secretly, and you didn't even give me a little bit?"

I gave a helpless, wry smile and poured Top a small bowl of wine as well. It's all my fault for spoiling him; I've turned this little brat into a little alcoholic.

Satisfied with the wine, Top returned to his seat, eating meat with chopsticks while gulping down mouthfuls from the bowl beside him.

What's even stranger is that I don't know when Top learned to cross his legs. At this moment, he doesn't look like a chivalrous hero at all, but rather like a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing.

I laughed and scolded, "Top, you're really starting to look more and more like a respectable person."

When Top saw me talking to it, it just grinned and squeaked a couple of times before turning its attention back to the pot of chicken.

I picked up the bowl and swirled the wine inside, feeling like a gentleman swirling an expensive bottle of red wine.

The gentleman, however, probably used an exquisite crystal goblet. I, on the other hand, used a large gold bowl, and I filled it to about half full.

Top and I enjoyed the meal very much. Having learned from my previous experience, I didn't dare to make too much food.

After Top and I licked both soup bowls until they were spotless, we let out a satisfied burp.

After sitting for a while, I boiled a pot of water. It had been a long time since I had taken a hot bath, so I used a wooden ladle to scoop up the hot water and poured it over my head, scrubbing the dirt off my body.

When Top saw me taking a hot bath, it wanted to come over and take one too. Top had soaked in hot springs before, so it knew that a hot bath would feel very comfortable.

Helpless, I could only pour boiling water into another porcelain basin and add some cold water to bring the water temperature to the perfect level.

Top was delighted to have hot water, grinning from ear to ear as he scooped the hot water into his hands and poured it over himself.

I handed my wooden ladle to Top, saying, "Use this to Top, I'll use it later."

As I handed him the wooden ladle, I secretly glanced at Top's little brother. It seemed there wasn't much difference between him and mine, just a smaller size.

Top noticed me grinning foolishly and looked at me suspiciously, not understanding why. Seeing that Top had noticed, I awkwardly turned my head away and said...

"Take a shower, take a shower, it's already late, take a shower so you can go to sleep."

Taking a hot shower really makes a difference. After scrubbing off all the dirt, I feel like I'm several pounds lighter, and my whole body feels refreshed.

Top and I slept soundly that night, only waking up the next day when the sun shone through the cracks in the rocks onto my face, making my eyes feel a little uncomfortable.

I took a hot shower yesterday and had a good night's sleep. I feel refreshed and invigorated, and my body is radiating joy.

I stretched and yawned; it was time to check on the pottery I fired yesterday. With the protection of this pottery, I no longer had to worry about those rodents and ants coming to my dwelling to steal my food.

The sunshine was quite nice today, and the air humidity seemed unusually low, not too muggy.

I went into the kiln shed, and by this time the kiln had long since cooled down completely inside and out.

I picked up a wooden stick meant for firewood and slowly tapped it down onto the towering mound of mud, catching the bits of mud that fell with my hands as I did so.

These clay fragments, having been fired at high temperatures, have acquired a certain degree of hardness. I'm worried that if I were to tap them randomly, I might break the pottery inside.

The kiln opening process went smoothly, and because I am a small dog, not a single piece of debris fell into the kiln.

Soon I saw those three large earthenware jars, each about a meter in diameter, again.

At this moment, due to the high temperature, the surface of the pottery was slightly reddish. When I tapped the pot with my finger, it immediately made a crisp thud.

Indeed, the crisp metallic sound indicates that the pottery has been successfully fired, and it is a very sturdy one at that.

As long as I put a lid on this earthenware jar and weigh it down with a stone, nothing can threaten the safety of my food anymore.

I'm so happy to finally get rid of all that annoying stuff.

Even after firing, the three ceramic jars are still quite heavy, with each estimated to weigh over forty pounds.

Because of the steep slope at the entrance, it took me a lot of effort to get these three earthenware jars into my residence.

After placing the earthenware jar in its place, I went to the water jar, grabbed a water ladle, and gulped down a large mouthful of water.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I began to put the dried meat of the takin and sand beast that I had obtained earlier into the earthenware jar.

The earthenware jar is very spacious. After putting all the dried meat in, there was still plenty of room left. Adding another third of the contents would be no problem at all.

In the other earthenware jar, I picked up the taro that I had left for Top and put it in the jar. Although I didn't have much taro, I had carried it all the way back in a basket.

Even if I don't eat it, I won't let those mountain rats who covet my food get away with it.

The remaining earthenware jar was intended to hold processed foods such as dried taro noodles. However, the taro noodles were not yet dry, and it would probably take some time before they could be stored in the earthenware jar.

I spent the rest of the time sawing out some planks from eucalyptus trees.

Since I deliberately made the opening of the ceramic jar not too big, just big enough for my hand to easily get in and out to take out the contents, I didn't need much wood.

In no time, I used the old method to make three square wooden lids, put them on the mouth of the earthenware jar, and weighed them down with the stone on top.

Excellent, excellent, this seamless fit is exactly what I wanted.

Now that I've finally finished my work for the time being, I can finally free up some time to practice with the horned eagles I brought back.

These days I've been so busy that I haven't had a chance to play, so the harpy eagle has basically been tied to the rock wall at home. Apart from eating, it can only pass the time by taking naps.

If this goes on for too long, I'm really worried that I'll turn this bird of prey into a broiler chicken. If it gets so fat that it can't even fly, what the hell will it be for me as a sightseeing bird?

Now Pat is very close to me and is no longer afraid of me. I thought for a moment and took out a thin hemp rope that I had made earlier, about ten meters long.

I untied the rope from Pat's feet, then wrapped some leather around its paws a few times before tying new thin hemp rope to them.

The hemp rope is quite thin, and without protection, it could easily injure Pat's feet. With these soft leather layers as a protective layer, I can train this aerial overlord with peace of mind.