Starting to go to the sea: I really didn’t want to be a sea king

"Brother, it's time to eat."

In the main hall, Chu Xi called.

Chu Yang was carrying a bucket in the yard, and poured it over his head.

Cool and excited!

"Refreshing."

"Brother, you took another cold shower, dry your hair quickly."

Chu Xi ran to the bathroom and got a dry towel.

"It's okay. It's so hot. Let's eat first."

Chu Yang didn't care.

"No, mom said that if you don't dry your hair, it will be damp. You don't feel it now, but you will have a headache when you get old."

Chu Xi looked stubborn and nagging like an old woman.

Chu Yang had no choice but to take the towel and stir it on his head.

"That's good."

Chu Xi stood on tiptoe and touched his hair to check if it was dry.

Chu Yang: ...

After taking a bath, the two siblings sat around the eight-immortal table, and Chu Yang sat at the top seat.

The dishes on the table were simple, just a steamed red snapper, a plate of peanuts, and a dish of braised pork head.

"Brother, try the fish."

Chu Xi urged with anticipation.

Chu Yang picked up a piece of fish face with chopsticks and squinted his eyes to taste it carefully.

"Hmm~"

How to describe it, the meat is tender, the fish is fragrant, without any fishy smell, and it melts in your mouth with a sip.

It feels better than any red snapper I have eaten in my previous life.

"How is it?" Chu Xi looked eagerly.

"Delicious!"

Chu Yang gave his sister a thumbs up.

Facts have proved that cooking really requires talent.

Although Chu Xi is young, his skill in steaming fish is not inferior to those chefs in the restaurants he has eaten in his previous life.

Of course, this is also the credit of his uncle's family.

Before Chu Yang was reborn, Chu Xi, who was not even as tall as the stove, was responsible for the three meals a day in his uncle's house. He only found out about this later.

After eating the braised pork that day, he thought Liu Cuixian was a good cook.

These bastards spent the money his parents gave them to buy their lives, ordered his sister around, and beat and scolded her at every turn.

Chu Yang was so angry that his liver ached.

"I have to find a way to send them all away if I have a chance, otherwise I won't be able to vent my anger."

He was not his predecessor, an honest and simple social animal. Although he was angry, he didn't dare to think about revenge.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Xi was startled by the murderous aura that suddenly emanated from Chu Yang.

"It's okay, let's eat first."

Chu Yang put away his emotions and temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​revenge in his heart.

Now he just came here and his feet haven't even stood firmly. Some things should be done slowly and there is no rush.

As the two were eating, Chu Yang heard the sound of wind chimes again.

Glancing at the door, it turned out to be Grandpa Sun, who walked in with a jar sealed with yellow mud in his hand.

"Ayang, Xiaoxi, are you eating? I just happen to have a jar of green and red wine here, let you try it."

Green and red wine is a specialty here. Although the name is green and red, it is actually yellow wine brewed from glutinous rice, fermented by Gutian red yeast, with a green and red color and amber shape.

And looking at the jar in Grandpa Sun's hand, it must be old.

Chu Yang was also a wine lover in his previous life, and he was immediately tempted by seeing this.

But he couldn't take it for free, so he stood up and went back to the house to get the money.

But Grandpa Sun was faster and held him down.

"Ayang, Grandpa didn't hold back when selling snails last time. Just for this jar of homemade wine, don't treat me like an amateur, right?"

Seeing the old man's firm tone, Chu Yang laughed, "Okay, then Grandpa, sit down and let's have a good sip, otherwise I can only spend money to buy it."

Grandpa Sun also laughed, looking at the steamed big red snapper and cold pork head on the table, and said, "Okay, then Grandpa will enjoy your food."

After another round of shoving and pushing, Chu Yang let Grandpa Sun sit at the top, and he sat at the left seat.

It's not that he is particular, but the older generation pays attention to this point. It is important to follow the local customs.

Is it okay to be unique? Of course, but it depends on your strength.

More than a decade later, online keyboard warriors always like to talk about Jobs, saying that whenever Boss Joe appears in public, he always wears a black round neck shirt and jeans.

But they didn't think about it. At that time, Boss Joe was already a top capitalist. He could talk to the president on an equal footing. He didn't need to look at other people's faces and acted as he pleased. Naturally, he was qualified to do whatever he wanted.

And if you know a little bit, you can find out that in the early days of his business, Boss Joe also wore an old-fashioned college suit to promote Apple at an exhibition.

Chu Yang's current state is equivalent to Boss Joe's early days. He should develop steadily first and start to play around when he reaches level 16.

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"Come on, Grandpa, I'll toast you another glass to thank you for taking care of my brother and me."

On the eight-immortal table, the cups and plates were in a mess.Chu Yang raised his cup and drank it all.

Grandpa Sun was not to be outdone and finished it too.

At this time, the 10-jin wine jar was already half empty.

And the two of them inevitably blushed.

Chu Yang quietly looked at Grandpa Sun and noticed that his pupils began to dilate. He reached out to pick up the wine glass but failed to touch it twice, knowing that the time was almost right.

"Come on, Grandpa, let me help you."

Chu Yang stood up shakily and picked up the wine glass and stuffed it into Grandpa Sun's hand.

"Good...good...good boy...drink..."

But Chu Yang did not clink glasses with him, but sighed with a sad face, "Hey!"

"What...what's wrong...son..."

Grandpa Sun, with a mouth full of alcohol, asked fiercely:

"Is...someone...bullying you? Tell Grandpa...Grandpa...I'll help you..."

"Hey, forget it."

Chu Yang sighed again and waved his hand.

But Grandpa Sun was drunk at this time, so he was not willing to give up, and slammed the table.

"Hurry... hurry up and tell me..."

Chu Yang showed a tangled look on his face, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Okay, Grandpa, it's about the demolition of my house before. The more I think about it, the more it seems wrong. How could I sign the agreement on the same day and fall into the sea on the same day."

"I didn't drink the night before yesterday. Grandpa, you are well-informed and an elder in the village. Can you help me think about whether I have offended anyone?"

Grandpa Sun paused with his glass and fell silent.

Seeing this, Chu Yang didn't ask, and started to persuade him to drink again.

"If you don't know, forget it, just pretend I didn't ask. Come on, let's drink..."

Grandpa Sun clinked glasses with Chu Yang and drank it all in one gulp.

One glass of open glass is three taels.

After drinking, Grandpa Sun's face became even redder, and the scene in front of him became a double image.

"Son...son...that day...at night, I...I seemed to see Daguang from the Liu family...coming back from the beach where you fell into the water in the middle of the night..."

After saying that, Grandpa Sun fell headfirst onto the table.

"Daguang."

Hearing this name, a hint of coldness flashed across Chu Yang's eyes.

According to the memory of his previous life, Daguang's real name was Liu Fuguang, a well-known second-rate person from Niutoudu, who was lazy and gluttonous, and often stole things.

How could he go to the beach in the middle of the night for no reason?

Thinking that Daguang was also Liu Cuixian's cousin, Chu Yang felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

"Hehe, you better not get caught by me."