Every weary cell seemed to cheer, and he picked up another piece of tender, braised fish. The delicate meat melted in his mouth, a flavor quite different from pan-fried or grilled.
He spent a full half hour on this lunch, finishing all the fish and mussels in the pot, not leaving a drop of soup.
He could clearly feel a powerful heat burning in his stomach, rapidly transforming into energy to sustain his work in the afternoon.
Full and satisfied, he took no rest, immediately throwing himself back into the work.
In the afternoon, as the wall was built up to the third layer, a new issue arose. Gaps resulted from the natural shape of the wood, large enough in places to fit a finger.
"The warmth of the shelter doesn't depend on how thick the wood is, but on how small the gaps are. Now, I must complete the caulking work."
Thanks to the moss he had gathered previously while collecting logs, he spread the moist moss on a flat stone, rubbing it repeatedly with his palms.
