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Luo Fei quickly took care of the three goats, slaughtering, skinning, gutting, and butchering them, each step done cleanly and efficiently.

Li Xiulan leaned closer for a closer look, clicking her tongue in amazement: "When did Xiaofei learn this skill? He slaughters sheep like chickens, so skillfully."

Luo Weidong stood a little distance away, still holding his fishing rod, but his eyes kept glancing in their direction. He didn't say anything, but his face couldn't hide his smugness.

After cleaning the three goats, Luo Fei carried the basin to the barbecue grill. Chef Lao Li had already lit the charcoal fire; the flames were glowing red, and the heat was intense, making one's face feel hot.

Old Li took the basin of meat, examined the pieces, and praised, "This mutton is really good, fresh, and firm. It will definitely be tender when roasted."

His gaze fell on the several jars of seasoning that Luo Fei had placed aside, and he picked them up to examine them carefully.

There were no labels on the jars, and the lids were screw-on. He unscrewed one, smelled it, and frowned slightly.

"Mr. Luo, this seasoning... I don't think it was prepared when I boarded the ship." Old Li's tone was tinged with doubt.

Luo Fei smiled and explained, "This is a new recipe that I brought with me. Give it a try; it should taste pretty good when you bake with it."

Old Li nodded, asked no more questions, placed the spice jar on the cutting board, and began to spread the spice on the meat.

He rubbed the meat repeatedly with his fingers, allowing the sauce to fully penetrate the meat's texture.

Meanwhile, Li Xiulan returned to her fishing spot.

Compared to yesterday, her movements were much more skillful. She did the whole process of baiting, casting, and watching the float quite well, although the direction of the cast was still a bit crooked.

She sat in a chair, legs crossed, holding a fishing rod, humming a little tune.

Suddenly, the float moved.

She didn't rush to lift the rod. She waited for the float to sink and then rise again, and then sink again before slowly lifting it—a grouper the size of a palm was pulled out of the water.

The fish's body is bluish-gray with dark stripes, shimmering in the sunlight, and its tail keeps slapping the surface of the water.

"We caught another one!" Li Xiulan grinned from ear to ear.

Xiao Wang quickly grabbed the landing net, caught the fish, removed the hook, and put it into a makeshift puddle nearby.

There were already several fish in the pit, including grouper, yellowfin seabream, and an unidentified small silver fish, swimming happily in the water.

Luo Weidong sat not far away, his fishing rod resting on the rocks, the float gently bobbing on the water with the waves.

His expression gradually changed from anticipation in the morning to doubt, and then from doubt to contemplation—he really couldn't understand why Li Xiulan was catching one fish after another with the same bait, the same fishing spot, and the same sea area, while his float seemed to be nailed to the surface of the water, not moving at all.

He secretly changed positions several times, from left to right and then from right to left, and even moved the fishing rod to the spot where Li Xiulan had just been when she wasn't looking, but still nothing happened.

Upon seeing this, Li Xiulan burst into laughter, tears welling up in her eyes: "Is there something wrong with your fishing rod? Try a different one!"

Luo Weidong snorted and said, "The rod is fine, the fish are the problem. You've fed all the fish in this area, so they're not hungry here."

Li Xiulan laughed even harder, clutching her stomach, and almost slipped off the chair.

Luo Fei helped by the barbecue grill, skewering the marinated meat pieces that Lao Li had prepared onto iron skewers, arranging them neatly one by one.

The barbecue grill is made of stainless steel and is specially equipped on the ship. When unfolded, it is more than one meter long and can grill dozens of skewers at the same time.

The charcoal fire was burning brightly, and Old Li placed the skewered meat on it and brushed it with a layer of oil.

As the oil dripped onto the charcoal fire, it sizzled and emitted a puff of white smoke, instantly filling the air with the aroma of meat and seasonings.

Upon smelling the aroma, Old Li's nose twitched involuntarily.

He had never smelled such a unique aroma before; the spices were fully activated at high temperatures, and the fragrance wafted outwards layer by layer.

He flipped through the meat skewers, then glanced at the jar of seasoning, realizing that this was no ordinary seasoning that could be bought on the market.

Luo Fei, standing to the side, also swallowed hard, tempted by the aroma.

The seasoning provided by the system was indeed extraordinary. He glanced in the direction of the yacht in the distance—those people hadn't left yet; they had also set up a barbecue grill on the shore and were grilling meat.

The charcoal crackled and popped as the meat skewers tumbled on the grill, the oil rendered out by the high temperature, sizzling and dripping onto the charcoal, sending up another plume of white smoke.

Li Xiulan smelled the aroma and stopped fishing, throwing down her fishing rod and walking over.

She moved closer to the barbecue grill, took a deep breath, and squinted her eyes.

"It smells so good! What kind of seasoning is this? I've never smelled anything like it before."

Luo Fei smiled and said, "Mom, please try it."

He took a skewer of cooked meat from the grill, blew on it, and handed it to his mother.

Li Xiulan took it, carefully took a bite, and hissed from the heat, but couldn't bear to spit it out.

After chewing a couple of times, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Delicious!" she exclaimed, taking another big bite. This time, she didn't care that it was hot and finished the skewer in a few bites, her lips covered in oil.

"This meat is tender, and the seasoning is so fragrant. It tastes much better than the mutton we get for the Lunar New Year in our village!"

Luo Weidong also came over, still holding a fishing rod in his hand.

Luo Fei handed him a skewer, which he took, bit into, chewed a few times, and said nothing, but his hand had already involuntarily reached for the second skewer.

Old Li set up another batch of meat skewers, this time adding some seafood—prawns, scallops, and squid, all brought down from the boat.

Xiao Lin and Xiao Wang put down their fishing rods and came over, while A Jie and Xiao Chen also got off the boat.

A group of people gathered around the barbecue grill, each holding several skewers in their hands, their mouths greasy with oil, no one paying attention to anything else, all focused on enjoying their meal.

Old Li grilled the food incredibly fast, but he still couldn't keep up with everyone's eating speed. As soon as he finished grilling a batch, it was all snatched up in the blink of an eye.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but a slight smile played on his lips—for a chef, the greatest joy is not tasting the food himself, but watching others eat with satisfaction.

In the distance, on the shore of that white yacht.

Shen Yi sat on a rock, holding a roasted corn cob in his hand. He took two bites, chewed carefully, and swallowed, but he still felt that something was missing.

It's not the corn's fault. This corn is sweet corn, bought fresh from the market this morning. It's juicy and perfectly roasted—slightly browned, brushed with butter, and sprinkled with salt. It should be delicious.

But he just felt it had no flavor.

He looked down at the corn in his hand, then looked up at the rising white smoke in the distance—he could smell the aroma from there.

The sea breeze was blowing in from that direction, in gusts, carrying that strong, enticing, mouthwatering aroma that went straight into his nose.

He swallowed hard and put the corn in his hand aside.

Zhao Lei squatted down beside him, holding a bowl of instant noodles in his hand.

They brought a lot of things with them when they went out to sea, including beer, drinks, snacks, and fruit, but they didn't bring any proper meat.

They originally planned to eat whatever they caught from the sea, but they all overestimated their fishing skills.

At this moment, the smell of instant noodles, compared to the aroma of barbecue wafting from the side, was like eating coarse food.

He slurped up a mouthful of noodles, chewed a couple of times, but found them tasteless, so he put down the bowl.

"Can you smell it?" Zhao Lei asked, his voice not loud.

Several people nearby nodded. A girl wearing a sun-protective jacket whispered, "It smells so good... I've never smelled barbecue smell so good before. Do they put something special in it?"

Another girl chimed in, "There must be some secret seasoning."

Shen Yi didn't speak. He sat on the reef, resting his chin on his hands, staring at the plume of white smoke with a complicated expression.

They are used to eating all kinds of good food, from Michelin-starred restaurants to street food, from French cuisine to Japanese cuisine, they have tasted almost everything.

But he had never smelled that fragrance before.

He couldn't quite describe the taste, but it was incredibly tempting, making the craving inside him churn uncontrollably.

He stood up, paced back and forth a couple of times, then sat back down.

Zhao Lei looked at him and couldn't help but laugh: "Go if you want, it's not like you're going to steal or rob. Bring a few bottles of good wine, say hello, and get a few skewers of meat for free, what's the big deal?"

Shen Yi glared at him: "What do you know? They're a family out having fun. It would be so awkward for us outsiders to crowd in."

Zhao Lei shrugged: "Then you'll just have to bear with it. Anyway, I can't take it anymore. I need to eat something, otherwise my stomach won't be able to handle it."

He picked up the bowl of instant noodles and slurped it up, but the expression on his face looked like he was drinking Chinese medicine.

Another gust of wind blew by, making the fragrance even stronger.

This time, it's not just the smell of barbecue, but also the smell of seafood—grilled shrimp, grilled scallops, and grilled squid. The fresh sweetness of the seafood, brought out by the high temperature, mixed with the aroma of meat, is like a hook, pulling you from your nose all the way to your stomach, making you restless.

One of the girls couldn't hold it in any longer and stood up, saying, "I'm going to the restroom."

After saying that, he walked towards the boat. After taking two steps, he looked back at the plume of white smoke, swallowed hard, and continued walking forward.

Shen Yi watched her retreating figure, then glanced at the plume of white smoke, gritted his teeth, stood up, and followed her back to the ship. He then retrieved several bottles of liquor from the cabin—two bottles of Moutai and one bottle of Lafite.

Zhao Lei's eyes widened when he saw the bottles of wine Shen Yi was carrying: "Are you crazy? You've been saving that bottle of Lafite for three years, saying you'd only open it on an important occasion."

Shen Yi ignored him, put the wine into a cloth bag, carried it in his hand, and walked towards Luo Fei and the others.

Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed, calling out as he walked, "Wait for me, I'm coming too."

The others exchanged glances and quickly followed.

Shen Yi walked at the front, feeling a little apprehensive.

He didn't know them, yet he brought a group of people with bottles of alcohol and said he wanted to freeload some meat. Wasn't that a bit too presumptuous?

What if they're not happy about it? What if they find them annoying?

He glanced back and saw Zhao Lei following behind with a grin on his face. The others also looked on expectantly, and no one seemed to think there was anything wrong with it.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and continued walking forward.

The two hundred meters were covered quickly.

Luo Fei and his friends had their barbecue on a relatively flat rocky platform on the coast, with several large rocks scattered around, serving as natural tables and chairs.

Li Xiulan and Luo Weidong sat on a rock, each holding a few skewers in their hands, enjoying their meal.

Xiao Lin and Xiao Wang were helping to flip the skewers, while A Jie was opening drinks.

Old Li stood in front of the barbecue grill, sweating profusely, but with a satisfied expression on his face.

Luo Fei was the first to notice that group of people.

He looked up and saw a young man walking in front, carrying a cloth bag, followed by four or five people, men and women, dressed in brightly colored clothes, who were obviously from the yacht.

His expression didn't change much as he continued flipping the meat skewers in his hands.

Shen Yi walked closer, stopped, cleared his throat, and said with a hint of nervousness, "Hello, excuse me. We're from that ship over there."

He pointed in the direction of his own boat.

"We were preparing a barbecue over there, and the smell from your place was so enticing that we couldn't resist coming over. We brought a few bottles of wine and were thinking of trading some skewers with you. Would that be convenient?"

After he finished speaking, he opened the cloth bag, revealing the wine inside.

Zhao Lei added from the side, "The wine is legitimate, and the person is legitimate too, they're just incredibly greedy."

His words were straightforward and sincere, with a touch of candor and openness, which made people feel comfortable.

Li Xiulan looked up at the young men, still holding the meat skewers in her hand, with chili powder on the corner of her mouth.

Her gaze swept over their faces, then fell on the bottles of wine, before turning to look at Luo Fei.

Luo Fei didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

Li Xiulan smiled, put down the skewers in her hand, stood up, dusted off her hands, and said, "You're here, why bring anything? Sit down, everyone. Old Li, grill a few more skewers, we have a guest."

As she spoke, she turned around and went to move a chair, her movements swift and efficient.

Shen Yi was taken aback. He hadn't expected the other party to be so straightforward, and he hadn't used a single one of the polite words he had prepared.

He quickly handed over the wine in his hand, which Luo Fei took and placed on the stone next to him, saying casually, "Sit down, the meat will be ready soon."

Shen Yi and the others sat down on the rock, initially a little reserved.

Old Li brought over a plate of freshly grilled meat skewers, steaming hot and fragrant, with the oil still sizzling on the surface.

Shen Yi took a skewer, took a bite, and his expression immediately changed: "This taste is amazing."

Zhao Lei had already finished one skewer and was picking up the second one, mumbling indistinctly, "I've never eaten such delicious grilled skewers in my life."

The others also stopped talking, each holding a few skewers and burying their heads in their food, their mouths greasy and their faces showing pure satisfaction.

Li Xiulan couldn't stop laughing as she watched them eat. She said to Luo Weidong, "Look at these kids, they're so hungry."

She stood up, took the drinks over, poured a glass for everyone, and asked Old Li to grill more seafood.

Luo Weidong sat on a rock, still holding a fishing rod in his hand—he had never given up fishing—but his eyes were always on the group of young people, a smile that was hard to describe playing on his lips.