Hearing that his eldest sister would soon return to her maternal home, Yang Xiaohai's worried heart eased a bit, as nowadays, compared to the shore, the sea seemed safer.
"Wu Waizi! Dad is calling you over."
Hearing his second brother speak these words from inside the boat cover, Yang Xiaohai hurriedly responded, crouched down to rinse his hands in the water, and then stood up and walked toward the interior of the boat cover.
The space inside the boat cover was small, and Yang Xiaohai entered just without needing to bend down.
"Come! Wu Waizi, a toast!" Chi Baishui, Yang Xiaohai's father, pulled him over with one hand and thrust a cup of wine into his hand.
Although Yang Xiaohai did not drink, seeing the old men in front of him sizing him up, he still tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth.
But the wine was strange indeed. Filled with a fishy smell, it made one want to vomit.
