Stepping onto the soft sand and climbing onto the black rocks, Mrs. Lu couldn't help but sigh: "It feels so good to step on land!"
Xu Suizhu thought so too.
When I was at home, I always thought about going out on a yacht. I imagined that it would be very nice to float on the vast and boundless high seas. But it really came true - staying on a yacht for so many days, there is no village in front of me, and no store in the back.
As I floated on the vast sea, I began to miss home again and the feeling of being down-to-earth. People are always so contradictory.
Xiao Xu took two tents from the yacht, chose a higher location, and set them up. After Lu Chilin wandered around, he also came to help.
Xu Suizhu heard from Lu Chixiao that they made a bonfire on the beach at night, ate grilled fish, exercised a little, and then went back to the yacht with Chen Wanyu to prepare ingredients.
Mrs. Lu watched the children running and making fun on the beach with a smile, her laughter as clear as bells.
The eleven-year-old fat old cat was squatting on the rock, looking at the adults with great energy, while the children were talking and laughing.
Today was a huge shock to it - apart from the owner, there were so many similar people who looked similar to the owner.
Little Baozi's sharp eyes saw the fat cat that almost blended in with the dark brown rocks. He shouted happily and ran over: "Cat! Cat!"
"Meow!"
The fat old cat straightened up, stared at the charging little bun with vigilance, and took a step back. But his expression was very ferocious, as if he could attack at any time.
"Fat boy!" The man in the hula skirt came over with two bowls of food and drank from it.
He seemed to have changed into a grass skirt after he returned. This one looked like a new one, unlike the one just now, which was as tattered as an old rag. His upper body was no longer naked, and he wore a vest of the same material, his hair and beard.
It was wet, obviously it had just been washed.
He put one of the small bowls in front of the fat old cat and patted its head: "Don't scare the guests."
Another bowl was handed to the little bun closest to him: "Child, take it and eat it! The dried fish from Digging Fish tastes pretty good!"
Zhuang Yi saw this and immediately ran over: "Xiao Yu."
He was worried that this little foodie would dare to eat anything and accept anything given by anyone, so he stepped forward and protected the person behind him.
Lu Chixiao winked at Xiao Xu who was near the children, and then strode over.
Xiao Xu stopped Cuicui and Zhuangzhuang, then stretched out his hand to touch his lower back.
Lu Chilin and Xiao Wu both stopped what they were doing, staring at the man in the grass skirt with heavy eyes, their body muscles tensed, as if they were ready to go.
Little Baozi, who was completely unaware of this, poked his head out from behind Zhuang Yi, blinked his cute big eyes, and curiously looked at this dark, strong man who was dressed unusually, and then looked at the bowl in his hand.
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"Grandpa," he shouted without thinking when he saw that half of the man's face was covered with beard, "why are you wearing clothes made of grass?"
"I've been here for twelve years, and my old clothes are already worn out!"
Seeing such a cute child, the man in the hula subconsciously softened his tone and spoke blunt Mandarin.
"Grandpa, why are your hair and beard so long? Aren't you hot?" The little bun blinked and resisted the urge to step forward and touch it. He has never seen such a long beard in his life.
"It's hot! But I don't have a razor. The stone knife is too dull."
"Then why don't you ask a barber to help you shave?"
The childish words made the man in the grass skirt laugh: "I am the only one on the island and there is no barber."
Little Baozi was stunned, as if he understood, but also seemed not to understand: "Grandpa, are you afraid of living alone?"
"I'm used to it." The man's eyes filled with vicissitudes of life showed helplessness, "But luckily I have Fatty with me."
"Is Fatty the cat?"
"yes."
"Is Fat Boy his nickname?" Little Baozi tilted his head, "What's his nickname?"
"..." The man in the grass skirt collapsed at the question and laughed dumbly, "Cats don't have names, they just have one name."
"The cat is so pitiful." Little Baozi sighed inexplicably.
The name Fat Boy sounds like his uncle's nickname - Shit Boy. You can stop calling him by his nickname when you grow up, but the cat only has one name and has no choice... so pitiful!
The man in the hula skirt burst out laughing at the child's bitter melon-like expression, and he almost couldn't hold the bowl in his hand.
Little Baozi looked at the dried fish in the bowl and licked his lips: "Grandpa, why is your bowl black?"
"Oh, this is made of coconut shells." The man in the hula smiled and pointed to the coconut tree with swaying branches above his head. "Did you see the fruits on it? Those are coconuts."
"I know this." Little Baozi nodded seriously, "I also grow coconuts at home! Coconut meat and coconut juice are delicious! But I have never seen a bowl made of coconut shells. Grandpa, you are really capable!"
The man couldn't help laughing when he was praised by a five-year-old child. His beard twitched: "If you like it, I'll give you some!"
"Thank you, Grandpa!" Little Baozi grinned at him and asked, "Is that a small fish in the bowl?"
"Yes! The jumping fish are dried in the sun. After the tide goes out, you can pick up a lot of jumping fish on the beach. Unfortunately, they are too small and can only be used as snacks."
"Xiao Yu." Zhuang Yi saw the greedy look on the little bun and knew that he wanted to eat it. He stroked his head helplessly, "We also dried the dried fish ourselves. I will bring it to you when we get back."
Little Baozi stared at the dried fish without blinking and replied honestly: "There are no dried fish this small."
"Yes." Zhuang Yi pulled him.
"No." Little Baozi looked at the dried fish and was reluctant to leave.
The man in the grass skirt laughed again: "Kid, if you like it, eat it! You're welcome!"
Everyone: "..."
You misunderstood! We are not being polite, we are worried that the dried fish is poisonous!
At this moment, Xu Suizhu and Chen Wanyu each carried two pickled sea fish, got off the yacht one after another, and went ashore. Unaware of the tense atmosphere on the scene, they asked Baozi dad: "Didn't you say that in
Want to make a bonfire? Where’s the fire? It’s time to bake!”
The man in the grass skirt who was joking with the little bun looked towards the direction where the Lu family was camping when he heard the sound and suddenly froze.
As soon as I let go of my hand, the bowl made of coconut shell fell to the beach with a bang.
"Ah!" Little Baozi's eyes followed the scattered small dried fish from the coconut shell bowl to the beach. "The dried fish was scattered!" He squatted down to pick it up in great pain.
Zhuang Yi couldn't bear to look directly at it:...
This little snack! There is no way to save him!
Lu Chixiao quickly picked up his son: "Little greedy cat! Why don't you go help mom bake the fish! These fish are dirty and can't be eaten."
As soon as he finished speaking, the fat old cat rushed over, clicked a few times, and licked up the dried fish scattered on the beach. It seemed to be no different from the food it had been eating.
Lu Chixiao breathed a sigh of relief. Cats can eat it, so he thought the dried fish would be fine. But he still took his foodie son away.