To prevent nearby villagers and military families from thinking there were valuables in the sea and risking diving to collect them, the separated corals and pearls were sent back first.
Then the group played net fishing again.
Having witnessed firsthand the skillful fish-driving techniques of Shishi, Xiaoshi, and Chou Chou, the elderly men vividly recalled the scene of them collecting pearls and digging for corals in the sea.
Aside from feeling sorry for the child who had worked so hard, all I felt was admiration.
The boat circled the sea once, filling all the fishing nets before heading towards the troops for convenience.
Shen Yijin led his team to pick up people at Houtan, and the boats didn't dock until evening.
When the high-ranking leader arrived on the island, almost all the military officers showed up and lined up in neat rows to welcome him.
Just as they were about to salute, the senior leader raised his hand to stop them.
"Keep it low-key. Just think of it as parents accompanying their children back to their hometown for a visit. Everyone, go home and do what you were doing."
His voice was very gentle, just like a kind grandfather, without any airs.
The old man waved his hand incessantly while holding Shishi's hand in the other, his smile never fading. Occasionally, he would turn his head to look at Shishi, as if confirming something, his eyes full of doting affection.
Shishi's identity as a scientific genius is top secret. Apart from a few people who know the truth, everyone else is shocked and is speculating about the relationship between Shishi and him.
What kind of relationship would lead someone to refer to themselves as parents?
If everyone didn't know that Shishi was the biological daughter of the Zhou family and the adopted daughter of the Xiao family, they might really mistake him for Shishi's biological grandfather.
Shishi stopped them in time, "Don't go, we brought back a big net of seafood, go get it."
She lowered her voice, "Grandpa, are you silly? We're tired. They just ate and they're very strong. Let them keep busy, and we can take a break."
"Oh, Grandpa was so busy striking the poses you told him to that he forgot."
"It's alright, Grandpa must be hungry. Let's go eat. Shen Bingshan has already asked the cafeteria to prepare something."
"Xiao Mingzi's cooking is really good, just a little bit worse than Xiao Xuezi and Guagua. I asked him to add chili peppers, you'll definitely like it."
"Grandpa is indeed hungry, so Shishi will lead the way."
"Let's have a meal first, and then we'll have a barbecue later. Let Guagua show you his skills. The seafood is freshly caught and guaranteed to be fresh."
"Okay, hurry up, eat something first to fill your stomach, and save room for Guagua's cooking."
Shen Yijin, Political Commissar Li Pengfei, and Chief of Staff Ding Youliang, who were standing at the front and could hear everything clearly: ...
No wonder he kept saying he wanted to keep a low profile, but he didn't lower his hand quickly. He had to wave it in every corner before stopping. It turns out he had received instructions.
Haha, big boss, is this you in private? Or have you been influenced by Shishi?
The father and son left peacefully, followed far behind by a group of family members who had temporarily fallen out of favor.
Shen Yijin and several other camp leaders arranged for their subordinates to process the seafood before following up.
Shen Yijin was more familiar with everyone, and since they were related by blood, she was less reserved.
"Grandpa Xiao, what brings you all here?"
Old Master Xiao told the truth about what was going on.
“Shishi invited us to eat seafood barbecue. As you know, Beijing is not by the sea. If you want to eat such delicious food, it’s best to come to the restaurant to eat it fresh.”
Shen Yijin had an expression that said, "Do you think I believe you?", but she didn't ask any further questions.
Two planes came and then flew away; something must have happened. The leaders have their reasons for not saying anything, so let's just assume they were genuinely there for fun.
Li Pengfei and Ding Youliang, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, chatted endlessly with Xiao Dan.
Their wives, Liu Mei and Yao Lixiang, were also there. Worried that their friends and children had been at sea for many days and couldn't bear the heat, Liu Mei said:
"Sister Zhang, why don't you go home and take a shower first? The children should change their clothes too."
“Deputy Division Commander Shen made a special trip to the city to buy cloth so that we could make new clothes for you. They are made inside and out and have been washed, so that you would have clean clothes to change into when you come back.”
It was indeed the clothes I wore on the day we went out to sea. I had changed and washed them every day in the space, so they weren't dirty. But I still had to put on a show. Zhang Tong nodded.
"You're so thoughtful. After dinner, take a shower. I'm covered in the smell of the sea; you could rub salt off my clothes."
On Friday, she craned her neck to block Liu Mei's view, giggling. (Do we have new clothes?)
Liu Mei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly her mind cleared and she inexplicably understood. She laughed out loud, "Yes, yes, all three of you have new clothes."
Luckily, we were prepared, otherwise the little ones would have been disappointed.
We were all neighbors before, so who doesn't understand whom?
Yao Lixiang laughed and said, "Sister Zhang, these three little rascals are still as lively as before. If they weren't wearing clothes, I'm really afraid they would be caught and made into soup."
"We couldn't stew them, so when the mall opened, the three little guys stood at the chicken stall and called out to customers, attracting many to buy them."
"After many explanations, the whole of Beijing has heard that these three are pets, not for sale."
Having understood, the three chickens held their heads high and strode forward with an arrogant air, as if they didn't recognize anyone.
We will always be our master's little darlings, the master's precious treasures, and we're not for sale.
Ever since he tasted the saltiness of the sea, Daqi has given up sucking his toes and started sucking his fingers instead, making a "dudu" sound with his thumb in his mouth.
Those beautiful big eyes swept over Liu Mei and Yao Lixiang's faces before exchanging glances with Xiao Shi.
Uncle, my maternal grandmother said that her sister's son is my mother's younger brother. Which grandmother is he?
The young teacher casually pointed at Liu Mei, the meaning clear.
Daqi: Where is Mom's little brother? Daqi wants to see him.
Little Master: He should be in school now. I saw him when he was a month old, but he might not remember. Let me ask him.
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