Rowan threw the basket with the broken bottom toward Owen: "You wove that. Look at it."
Owen quickly caught the basket, looking seriously at the large hole in the bottom. His ears turned slightly red, feeling a bit awkward: "Can you give me a few more days? I will find a more pliable type of rattan vine."
"Forget it, it's better to go trade for convenience, saves time." Rowan bent down to pick up each wild fruit rolling around everywhere.
Owen hurriedly helped him pick them up, placing them neatly on the animal skin in the corner of the room.
"Then we must be quick, the exchange fair is probably about to end." He directly skipped this topic that made him lose face, changing to another subject; there was no need for Rowan to remind him in such a practical and harsh way.
"Mm, we are going out right now." Rowan held the wooden spear sharpened at both ends, checking its sharpness again. Once ready, he immediately went out to hunt.
