After coming out, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten to pick up the shells.
What a pity, no time left now.
"Let's just pick up a few outside. It'll be lunchtime soon, so I can bring some eggs to Grandpa Chen and snag a meal while I'm at it." Han Qiwu biked to the beach.
Strangely enough, Brother Jing hadn't shown up for a long time. His phone messages remained unreplied—who knows where he was off enjoying himself.
Hope the fishing trip on the sea doesn't get ruined.
On the beach, Han Qiwu walked in the rain, surprisingly cheerful.
It had been ages since he'd last combed the beach, and this sudden outing felt pretty fresh.
In just five or six minutes, Han Qiwu managed to collect seven or eight scallops from the sand.
This time, all the scallops were small, vibrant, and alive. Their shells were unusually colorful, with no traces of algae. After eating their meat, the shells could easily be reused to make little crafts.
