Hearing that his eldest sister would soon be returning home, Yang Xiaohai's worries eased a bit. In these times, the sea was safer than the shore.
"Wu Waizi! Dad's calling for you."
Hearing his second brother call from inside the boat's canopy, Yang Xiaohai quickly responded. He crouched down, rinsed his hands in the water, then stood and walked toward the canopy.
The space inside the canopy was not large, but Yang Xiaohai could walk in without needing to bend over.
"Come! Wu Waizi, a toast!" Chi Baishui, Yang Xiaohai's father, pulled him over and thrust a cup of wine into his hand.
Although Yang Xiaohai didn't drink, seeing the old men sizing him up, he still tilted his head back and poured the liquid into his mouth.
But the wine was very strange, filled with a fishy smell that made one want to vomit.
Seeing the look on Yang Xiaohai's face, the others suddenly burst into hearty laughter.
