Lin Ziyan carefully observed their expressions and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The two men genuinely liked her; they weren't just going through the motions.

"Sister, it's so delicious...hehe!" The third sister smiled sweetly, her eyes filled with stars.

The second sister was shy, but she didn't hold back her praise: "It's delicious, sister is amazing!"

The three people in the kitchen were laughing and joking, and their laughter carried into the inner room.

When Ah Tai heard this, the corners of her lips curled up.

The day her son-in-law passed away, she knew her daughter would die with him.

When her granddaughter, Ayan, woke up after hitting a wall, she knew that her granddaughter's seven souls had returned.

Ah Tai suppressed her smile, thinking to herself, "Everything is preordained and cannot be changed by human intervention."

She doesn't tell fortunes, but she often goes to temples to pray for peace and safety.

The eldest granddaughter's fate has amazed even highly accomplished monks.

Ah Tai sighed inwardly, "What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force."

After she was born, her parents had her fate predicted, that she would die without any children to see her off.

In old age, there will be a time when white-haired people bury their black-haired children.

She had heard her mother say that her father was so angry that he threw the fortune teller out.

Grandma chuckled softly, her wrinkles deepening.

When she first heard that her daughter and son-in-law had passed away, she wasn't stunned; she was listening to them crying and lamenting in her room!

Grandma listened for two days, but kept a blank expression, not letting anyone see anything amiss.

"Mother, Father, that fortune teller has been wronged for decades..."

Grandma murmured to herself, fanning herself with a palm leaf fan, and slowly closed her eyes as she leaned back in her rattan chair.

The moon is exceptionally bright tonight, illuminating the Lin family's courtyard as if it were daytime.

Lin Ziyan was too hot to sleep, so she tiptoed to the small pond in the yard.

She kept the bubble fish she had picked up in the pond, and Jiaojiao threw in a lot of seaweed and seashells.

Lin Ziyan saw the bubble fish weakly blowing bubbles and burst out laughing, but then realized the sound was too abrupt and quickly covered her mouth.

She took the small fish out of the black bag and threw them into the pond.

It was devoured by the bubble fish in no time.

"These shrimp larvae were problematic to begin with, no wonder they got infected with fungus."

Lin Ziyan looked at another small pond, where she had already dissected the dead shrimp larvae.

She bought some medicine on her way to shop today.

Now that the medicine powder has been applied, the condition of the shrimp larvae confirms her suspicions.

A batch of shrimp normally grows to adulthood in about 75 days.

Logically speaking, a vendor selling shrimp larvae shouldn't be able to sell shrimp larvae like this.

Lin Ziyan thought about it for a while, and the only person she could think of was Wei Er.

If it really is him, how deep must his scheming be, and how insidious must he be?

"Eldest brother, no matter how difficult it is, don't go to sea. Your father went to sea and never came back..."

Lin Ziyan was about to go back to her room when she heard Aunt Huang's sorrowful voice next door, and she stopped in her tracks.

Going to sea?

Lin Ziyan's heart skipped a beat. In order to complete the assignment given by her tutor, she had looked up a lot of news about fishing villages in the 1980s.

Many fishermen and their fishing boats have a greater than 50% chance of encountering a maritime accident when they go out to sea.

It was practically a matter of life and death.

At that time, Lin Ziyan was feeling frustrated while studying aquaculture, so after seeing the news, she added ship design to her studies.

When her aquaculture professor found out, he called her into his office and gave her a severe scolding.

Lin Ziyan still remembers what her teacher said: "Don't bite off more than you can chew."

She thought about the ship-shaped Lego set she saw in the store today and felt a strong urge to buy it.

"Boss!" Aunt Huang called out restrainedly.

The sound of rustling footsteps passed by the Lin family's door, growing fainter and fainter in the distance.

Aunt Huang's sobs seemed to reach Lin Ziyan's ears, even over the wall.

Lin Ziyan felt very upset, but she forced herself to suppress it.

She's too busy taking care of herself right now to think about anything else. She needs to make sure she's safe first before she can help others.

Lin Ziyan looked up at the high-hanging bright moon and prayed in her heart.

I hope that the boy who ran away will return safely...

The sea breeze howled, as if responding to her innermost thoughts.

…

The next morning,

The sun was shining brightly, and the heat in the air made people irritable.

Lin Ziyan was the only one in the courtyard.

She got up early, sliced ​​lemons, and put them in a transparent box.

I also made a thick sweet soup, so it will be easy to add to the lemon water later.

She had also filtered the tea beforehand and put it in a bottle.

Lin Ziyan methodically organized the necessary materials and tied the simple folding table to the back of her bicycle.

She had already written the sign: "Hand-whipped lemon tea, with ice, 50 cents a bag!"

I was chatting with my second sister last night and she told me that edible ice is very scarce these days.

In places like ports, they don't use edible ice.

This could be another good deal for her.

After she had tied everything to the back of the bicycle, she hurriedly went to change her clothes.

She was in such a rush yesterday that she didn't have time to apply sunscreen, and her neck and hands got sunburned.

Today she will cover herself up completely, leaving only her eyes showing.

Lin Ziyan thought to herself that she wouldn't be afraid of it getting too hot later, because there was ice.

…

port.

The security guard waited and waited, but the girl from yesterday didn't come, so he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He thought about it all night and just couldn't shake the feeling that selling drinks wasn't a respectable job.

A young woman selling drinks at the port should be careful not to get scammed by some scoundrel.

He leaned back in the wicker chair, took a sip of tea, and still felt hot and restless.

Several movers suffered heatstroke yesterday and were sent to the hospital; one almost didn't make it.

"Knock, knock, sir."

The old security guard's brow twitched; it was the girl's voice.

He suddenly stood up and looked out the window.

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