The completed mud products were placed on the bed-stove to toast for a while. When they were a little drier, the two of them then worked on them further, making them look quite lifelike.

Then, under Irina’s great anticipation, all of them were sent into the stove.

Irina squatted outside. Every time Damien added more firewood, she would look inside.

A gust of whirlwind blew from the top, almost sending Irina flying. Her hat was blown off and her hair was all messed up.

In fact, if it wasn’t because Damien was quick to grab onto her, she would really have flown away. Her body had felt lighter for a...