Hearing the sound, everyone turned around to look.
Wan Suizhou was the oldest, but also had the sharpest eyesight.
In an instant, he saw the shimmering pearl in Baili Wanwan's arms, and also noticed a touch of crimson on her arm.
As they got closer, Baili Wanwan's bright red eyes became even more visible.
Having lived to this age, Wan Suizhou was certainly no ordinary person.
Before Baili Wanwan could say anything, he waved his hand.
"Wanwan, why is your arm red? Come to the study with me, I'll put some medicine on it for you."
As he spoke, he stood up and blocked Baili Wanwan's view, which also conveniently blocked the view of others.
Baili Wanwan stopped walking, tilted her head, and blinked.
Looking down at the red marks on her arm where she had just been pinched, she pursed her lips and remained silent.
She wanted to give the beads to her aunt as soon as possible, but she also felt that she should do what her grandfather said.
After a brief internal struggle, she obediently followed Wan Suizhou into the study.
The candlelight flickered, echoing the stars in the sky.
Baili Wanwan sat on the chair, her feet unable to touch the ground, just swaying back and forth.
Wan Suizhou shakily opened the drawer, took out a jar, and applied a small amount of dark, ointment-like medicine to Baili Wanwan's arm.
Then came a plant-like fragrance.
Villagers often keep this at home, applying it to mosquito bites or minor skin injuries.
After all, doctors aren't everywhere, so this little folk remedy is better than nothing.
After applying the medicine, Wan Suizhou looked at the beads that had been placed to the side.
He wasn't some naive old widower from the village; just by looking at the quality, he knew the bead must be very valuable.
Looking at Baili Wanwan's red eyes and her red arm, he immediately understood.
Where did this bead come from?
He asked the question knowing the answer already, and this time it was Baili Wanwan's turn to panic.
With big eyes, it looked up at the roof beam, then down at its own toes, then looked left at the candlelight, then right at the beads.
She dared not look Wan Suizhou in the eye.
Wan Suizhou chuckled, "Then tell me, did you pinch yourself on this arm?"
Baili Wanwan panicked even more after being told the truth.
Although she was a 300-year-old mermaid, she would only be a three-year-old human child if converted to human terms, and her mind could not be described as mature at all.
After stammering for a while, he finally said in a muffled voice, "I fell down by myself."
But as soon as she finished speaking, her face turned red.
Wan Suizhou immediately smiled and gently touched the top of her head.
The little girl had played all day, and her neatly combed pigtails had come loose. They felt fluffy and cute in my hands.
He couldn't bear to see Baili Wanwan panic.
But this ability to turn tears into pearls must not be seen by others, otherwise it will bring countless troubles.
Their family was ultimately too small; human greed is unimaginable. In the end, not only would they be unable to protect Baili Wanwan, but they might also face utter destruction.
Three-year-old Baili Wanwan doesn't understand these things, but he needs to.
So she said gently, "Wanwan, please don't turn into beads again next time, okay?"
Although he spoke bluntly, Wanwan didn't understand.
Tilting his head and widening his eyes, he asked, "Why?"
She looked a bit silly, but at that moment, Baili Wanwan's mind was indeed a complete mess.
The beads are valuable, so why does Grandpa seem to dislike them?
And they even said it shouldn't change again?
Seeing her puzzled look, Wan Suizhou patiently explained again. He dared not say anything about the person having bad intentions, and only gave her careful instructions.
“If others know that Wanwan is different from others, we won’t be able to live together peacefully.”
The words were spoken in a veiled way, and Wanwan still didn't understand.
But seeing Wan Suizhou's loving yet slightly serious expression, she still nodded blankly: "Wanwan, be good."
After saying that, he suddenly became somewhat conflicted.
"Grandpa, what about the restaurant?"
She wanted to open a restaurant, otherwise Aunt Zhang Xiu would have to go out to sea again.
"You little rascal, you probably made these beads because you were worried the restaurant wouldn't have enough money to keep it open, didn't you?"
Wan Suizhou helplessly rubbed his forehead, unsure whether to be touched by the girl's understanding or angry at her lack of any sense of caution.
However, the former ultimately prevailed.
He rummaged through drawers and cabinets, and somehow produced a small cloth bag, which he placed aside and used to collect all the beads next to Baili Wanwan.
The fabric was unusually thick, so thick that even moonlight couldn't penetrate it; without opening it, no one would know that it contained a priceless jewel.
“Our family is not short of money for the time being, so there’s no need for Wanwan to worry about us. These beads are curved, so keep them safe and don’t let anyone else see them.”
He shoved the small cloth bag into Baili Wanwan's arms, and the old man deliberately put on a serious expression.
Baili Wanwan blinked, then blinked again.
He also solemnly took the cloth bag back.
"Wanwan, make sure you keep it safe."
The little girl seemed to have received some important mission, which made Wan Suizhou stroke his beard and laugh.
This restaurant could be opened quite quickly.
The entire process, from site selection and procurement to menu selection, took less than three days.
On the morning of the fourth day, without setting off any firecrackers, the restaurant opened for business simply because Zhang Xiu shouted twice.
There aren't as many rules in the countryside as in the city. As long as the food in a restaurant is to your liking and the price is reasonable, it can attract customers.
However, if we make some ordinary home-style dishes, there's nothing special about them.
So the day before the opening, Baili Wanwan pulled Zhang Xiu into the kitchen, and the two spent most of the day researching and came up with a fish hot pot.
The fish soup is delicious, but it becomes bland after eating too much.
No one has ever thought of using it to cook ingredients.
Bailiwanwan took a different approach, using fish soup to enhance the flavor, and then adding chili and minced garlic to make a dipping sauce.
Wan Suizhou had no idea what they were doing inside, but the aroma was certainly appetizing.
"What did Wanwan make? It smells so good!"
Wan Yuekui had just returned from gathering firewood when he looked up and sniffed it. The aroma nearly bewitched him, and his stomach growled.
Wan Yuechi, who was practicing calligraphy, couldn't concentrate any longer. He put down his pen and smiled, "Although I don't know what it is, with this dish that Wanwan researched, our restaurant won't have to worry about customers anymore!"
The group chatted amongst themselves, but Wanwan had already opened the door.
Zhang Xiu carried a ceramic pot with cloth wrapped around its handles. She ran over with small, quick steps, calling out, "What are you all looking at? Hurry up and set the table!"
The family then got busy.
The fish hotpot was fragrant and delicious, and the dipping sauce was fresh and spicy. The combination was perfect, and everything tasted incredibly fresh.
The two teenagers were so full they couldn't move, and even Wan Suizhou rarely ate much, letting out a lazy burp with a smile.
"Taiwanese people always have so many ideas! This fish hot pot is absolutely delicious!"
Even a worldly man like Wan Suizhou said so, so the country folk were even more captivated by the fish hotpot.
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