If the dough is made and baked, it should be more delicious and filling than just roasting the fruits directly.
"Grinding flour?"
Gideon Larkin's voice suddenly interrupted.
He had just returned with an armful of firewood, sweat beading his brow.
Hearing this, he immediately threw down the pile and rushed over in a few quick steps.
"That's easy! I'll grind it for you right now!"
He picked up a Pinecone, ready to rub it on the stone slab.
"Hold on!"
Seraphina Caldwell quickly grabbed his wrist.
"That's not how you grind it."
"It should go into the pot, where you crush it bit by bit. Only with fine grinding can the flour be soft and the resulting food aromatic."
She remembered that only with patience could one obtain a powder as delicate as snow.
Gideon Larkin was taken aback, blinking in surprise.
"No problem at all! Just wait!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and dashed towards the pile of stones at the edge of the tribe.
