"Brother Shen..."

Yang Yanzhou's roar echoed across the sea.

Raindrops fell like threads, constantly pounding on the deck.

The wind howled, and ghosts beckoned...

The ship that was originally ramming took the opportunity to escape, and the waves surged and then receded.

The gunshots, mixed with the sound of the wind, seemed like a minor character, drowned out by it.

Lu Yunshen turned to the side, and the bullet pierced through his arm and grazed his back.

"Calling back the soul!" he shouted shrilly.

Yang Yanzhou examined his wounds, then slumped to the side, trembling all over.

They didn't have guns, but the pirates did; otherwise, they wouldn't have been in such a passive position.

"That scared me to death..." he gasped for breath, his pupils gradually dilating.

Lu Yun Shen clutched his wounded arm, stood up, kicked his friend who was sitting on the ground, and said casually,

"Go to the cabin and bandage me up."

The ship escaped, but was pursued by the Fukushi Coast Guard and gained no advantage.

Moreover, the people on board will definitely be wanted by the Chinese coast guard.

The two returned to the cabin.

Lu Yun Shen unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, revealing his muscular upper body.

Raindrops slid down his neck, lingered in the grooves of his abdominal muscles, and seeped into his trousers before disappearing.

The muscles in his arms were lean and muscular, with prominent veins, and blood was gushing out.

Her honey-colored skin seemed to glow, creating a striking contrast with her pale lips.

"Tsk, you're bleeding so much and you don't even make a sound?" Yang Yanzhou sat down with his medical kit.

He took out gauze to wipe away the blood, then took out disinfectant to apply medicine and stop the bleeding.

Lu Yunshen's eyes were like an ancient pool, unfathomable.

His gaze was icy, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

He had also prepared a gift for Jack, which should have arrived by now.

Boom!!!

A thunderous explosion.

Yang Yanzhou's hand trembled, and the hand that was sewing almost went out of place.

However, he remained calm and endured the pain to finish stitching up the wound.

Another explosion rang out, and the flames illuminated half the sky.

"I'll go take a look..."

"Clang."

Yang Yanzhou threw down the pliers and left.

Lu Yunshen watched his departing figure speechlessly, then slowly picked up the gauze and prepared to bandage himself.

Their true nature as spectators was fully exposed…

"Brother Shen, that ship has been bombed..."

A moment later, Yang Yanzhou ran back, speaking loudly.

Lu Yun Shen opened the drawer of the table, took a cigarette and lit it.

His brows furrowed slightly as he took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled smoke rings.

The hazy smoke obscured his expression, making him appear even more mysterious.

Yang Yanzhou stared at him, and there was nothing he didn't understand; the bombing of that ship was also part of his friend's scheme.

He walked over and collapsed onto the sofa, finally ending a night of terror.

The port authorities haven't released any information about what's happening at sea.

In the following days, several cargo ships unloaded their cargo, and even more people came to the two nearby markets to make purchases.

Lin Ziyan, however, was hiding at home washing earthenware pots.

Grandma helped peel garlic and wash chili peppers.

The ice-making workshop will have to close down sooner or later, and the county's ice factory will be responsible for supplying ice.

Since taking office, the new mayor has publicly stated his intention to support state-owned ice factories.

Lin Ziyan reads the newspaper every day, so naturally she wouldn't go against the policy.

What will happen to the workers if the ice workshop closes down?

"Ah Yan, are you going to make shrimp paste?" Ah Tai washed the ingredients and put them in a large bamboo basket to dry.

She looked at the ingredients, arranged them, and then realized what was going on.

Small shrimp, salt…

But why wash the garlic and chili peppers?

"That's right."

"I made cooked shrimp paste, so it can be eaten directly," Lin Ziyan said with a smile.

She first crushed the garlic, then chopped the chili peppers and mashed them into a paste...

Jiaojiao sat to the side playing in the sand, watching them busy themselves.

"Shrimp paste smells fishy and stinky, Xiaoxiao and Jiaojiao don't want to eat it, so make less..." Grandma muttered as she helped tend the fire.

A delicious aroma of fresh shrimp wafted from the kitchen.

Grandpa Lin in the backyard took a deep breath; the aroma made him want to drink a couple of ounces of liquor.

Granny Wei glared at him and said, "You've spent all your hidden savings on your mouth."

"I've never seen such a gluttonous old man as you."

Grandpa Lin sat at the doorway smoking a pipe and chuckled, "I'm not afraid of pissing myself off, but I'm afraid some people will feed it all to ungrateful wretches."

Granny Wei picked up her palm-leaf fan and struck him hard, causing Grandpa Lin to choke on his cigarette several times in pain.

"The Lin family are troublemakers. They eat meat all day long, how come they don't choke to death..." Granny Wei cursed.

But all her neighbors were at the market, so no one heard her muttering, and she could only sulk by herself.

Lin Ziyan was unaware of what was going on with Grandpa Lin's family. At that moment, she was serving up the shrimp paste that had already been made.

She glanced at her watch and decided to steam a pot of rice.

Lin Ziyan made several flavors of shrimp paste, some with chili and some with only minced garlic.

“Sister…” Jiaojiao carried the small bucket into the kitchen, her round eyes fixed on the jar on the table.

"Wait a minute, I'll make you fried rice with eggs and add shrimp paste to it," Lin Ziyan said with a smile.

Lin Atai was wiping the seal of the jar with a clean cloth.

She had never seen shrimp paste like this before. In the past, everyone basically made raw shrimp paste, which tasted fishy and smelly.

"Grandma, you can try some," Lin Ziyan suggested, seeing through her thoughts.

She imitated a certain godmother who later became famous overseas.

However, she learned this method for making shrimp paste from watching videos. She tried it a few times and then made some improvements.

If you have a bottle cap press and vacuum packaging, the product can be stored for even longer.

"You ordered a bunch of glass jars just to make this?"

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