"Hmph!" Dongyang scooped him a bowl of porridge. "You've already become the house steward grandpa."
After breakfast, the group set off for the pier, where their boat was already waiting.
There was a dedicated boatman on board, and everything Ye Zi'an and the others needed for sea fishing had been fully prepared.
"This boat just isn't big enough. If it were a bit bigger, we could even have a barbecue out at sea."
"Next time we'll get someone to prepare a bigger boat. Anyway, we've got plenty of time; we can come out whenever we want."
When the boat reached the open sea, Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi'an were working on their rods together.
Over there, Mu Shaoling and Dongyang were leaning over, looking down into the water.
"Old man, you'd better stand firm. If you fall into the sea, I'm not going down to carry you on my back!"
Mu Shaoling was a total landlubber; if he fell in he'd be done for, so that was why Dongyang said that.
