Bang...Bang...Bang...
The monotonous yet rhythmic beat echoed on Vegetable Garden Island, occasionally amplified by the youthful barks of a puppy. The distant sounds of the sea reflected off the island's edges, creating an echoing chorus.
The firewood in the stove blazed fiercely, the chunks of meat in the pot tumbled in boiling broth, exuding delicious aromas.
The beating began to quicken, echoing like a non-stop drumming. Yan Fei, who had maintained his 'wild man' state, was swinging his hammer with such speed it left an afterimage. The exhausted chisel underneath barely held on, contributing the last bit of its service to the construction of Yan Fei's hut.
Finally, when the last piece of wood was put into place, Yan Fei's hut was completely built.
