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At 10 a.m., the tide receded.

The beaches and reefs of Moon Bay are largely exposed, and the sea breeze carries a faint salty smell.

The guests trudged through the damp mud, their feet sinking deep into the mud.

For Teacher He, Chef Huang, and Zhang Zifeng, beachcombing was purely a novel experience.

The three of them grabbed small shovels and dug around aimlessly, only to find a few empty seashells after a long time. It was definitely more about participating than anything else.

As a new recruit, Chen Yu rushed straight to the most dangerous rocky area and frantically moved stones.

He moved more than a dozen large rocks, panting like a dog, only to find two tiny crabs, no bigger than a coin. He even got a pinch on his finger, and the pain made him put on a pain mask on the spot.

"Why is there nothing in this damn sea?" Chen Yu was devastated.

Shen Qingqiu stood on the edge of the mudflat, carrying an empty bucket, looking completely bewildered, as if asking, "Who am I? Where am I?"

That initial burst of energy deflated as soon as we reached the beach.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Lin Yan strolled over in flip-flops, looking like an old man taking a walk.

He stopped on a flat patch of muddy ground and glanced around.

"Hey girl, stop digging. This spot is so clean, there's not a single seaweed hair in it," Lin Yan said to Zhang Zifeng, who was still digging.

Zhang Zifeng stopped digging and wiped his sweat. "Brother Lin Yan, where should we dig?"

Lin Yan didn't reply, and took out the packet of white salt he had taken from the kitchen from his pocket.

He took a few steps forward, his gaze fixed on several tiny holes in the mudflats, shaped like the number "8".

The camera in the live stream immediately zoomed in on his face, giving him a close-up.

[What? There are rat holes in the sea?]

Why did Lin Yan bring a bag of salt? To season the beach?

[This script is obviously full of common sense. Are they going to conjure up an Australian lobster out of thin air later?]

Lin Yan squatted down, tore open the packaging, and sprinkled a pinch of salt into the figure-eight-shaped hole.

one second.

two seconds.

"puff!"

A small jet of water suddenly shot out of the mud hole! Immediately afterwards, a soft creature, like a finger, popped half of its body out of the hole with a "whoosh".

Lin Yan raised his hand and pinched the tip of the thing as firmly as if he were pinching a pin, and pulled it upwards.

A plump, large razor clam was pulled out and precisely tossed into the small red bucket beside it.

"Clang." The razor clam hit the bottom of the bucket with a crisp and pleasant sound.

The entire room fell silent.

The netizens who were about to launch a barrage of mockery in the live chat silently pressed the delete button.

"What...what's the principle behind this?" Chef Huang's eyes widened like saucers as he quickly came over to ask for an explanation.

Lin Yan carried the bag of salt toward the next hole, explaining as he went: "These things are called razor clams, and they're very sensitive to salt. If you pour in a high concentration of salt, they think seawater is flooding in, so they have to scramble out. This is called 'saltwater slugging razor clams,' it's basic stuff, don't be surprised."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another pinch of salt was added, and the second large razor clam was launched into the air at lightning speed.

Lin Yan just strolled around, scattering litter as he went.

In less than ten minutes, the bottom of the small red bucket was covered with a thick layer of large razor clams.

Shen Qingqiu's eyes lit up, and she completely forgot her diva persona, jogging over to Lin Yan's side: "I...can I try too?"

"Here you go." Lin Yan generously handed over the salt bag.

Shen Qingqiu carefully found a hole, but his hand trembled as he poured the salt, and he used too much force. The razor clams, which had just poked their heads out, were so frightened by the sight that they immediately shrank back.

"Don't rush, wait until it's halfway up before you make your move. You're standing too close, your shadow is blocking the light and will scare it away." Lin Yan stood behind her, instructing her like a new recruit.

The live stream chat exploded as the top female diva in the Chinese music scene nodded enthusiastically like a good student.

[Ahhh! Qingqiu's wife's unexpected cuteness is absolutely amazing!]

[This technique is amazing! I'd believe Lin Yan if he said he was a player!]

[I checked on Baidu, and this really is the most professional way to catch razor clams! Just how many things does this guy know?]

After collecting the razor clams, Lin Yan, carrying a bucket, led Shen Qingqiu straight to the rocky area covered with seaweed.

"Lin Shen, I just went through this place, and there wasn't a single ghost in it."

Chen Yu rubbed his wrist and quickly came over to make his presence known.

Lin Yan didn't even glance at him: "Nonsense. The noise you made moving those stones just now would have made even a dead crab run away overnight."

He put down the bucket and picked up a broken stick: "To go beachcombing, you have to watch the tide. Today is low tide. The good stuff is hidden in the crevices of rocks and under the seaweed in the puddles. You have to look with your eyes, not just dig blindly with your hands."

After saying that, Lin Yan walked to a puddle and gently parted the thick seaweed with a stick.

The water appears calm and still at the bottom.

But Lin Yan's gaze instantly locked onto the junction of the sand and rocks at the bottom of the water, where there were two extremely tiny round holes that were still bubbling upwards.

"The big shipment has arrived."

Lin Yan didn't reach out, but instead picked up the long-handled fire tongs he had brought and slowly and steadily probed them into the water.

The moment the tongs touched the bottom, he suddenly flipped his wrist and clamped down hard!

"Splash!"

Water bursts open!

A wild blue crab, as big as two adult palms and waving its ferocious claws, was firmly held by fire tongs and burst out of the water!

The blue crab was wildly waving its pincers in mid-air; if it were to clamp down, it could break bones.

Holy crap!

Startled, Chen Yu immediately sprang to his feet and retreated two meters.

Teacher He and Chef Huang were dumbfounded.

You might not be able to buy a wild blue crab this big at the seafood market for several hundred yuan!

Without even blinking, Lin Yan flicked his wrist, and the blue crab landed precisely in Shen Qingqiu's open net.

"Tie it tight. Hold it down by the seam at the back of its shell so it doesn't get pinched."

Shen Qingqiu has now completely let loose, squatting on the ground as excited as a primary school chick who has received a little red flower, and quickly using rubber bands to tie up the king crab tightly.

The next hour turned into Lin Yan's personal wilderness sourcing show.

He strolled leisurely among the mudflats and rocks.

With a quick reach of the tongs, a moray eel that was trying to escape was pulled out;

With a flip of the shovel, a large patch of white, jade-like clams was unearthed;

Even in an inconspicuous ditch, they pulled out an octopus that was still spraying ink with their bare hands.

Teacher He and Chef Huang had long since given up and were now obediently following behind as porters.

Shen Qingqiu was even honored to take up the post of "bucket-carrying maid," and she didn't even bother to wipe the mud splattered on her beautiful face. Her eyes were practically sparkling with admiration when she looked at Lin Yan.

Director Wang, behind the monitor, was completely numb.

This is what you call beachcombing?! You call this beachcombing?!

This clearly means they've directly opened up the supply channels for seafood wholesale markets!

"Director Wang! Those buckets of stuff from Lin Yan are worth at least a thousand points. We lost a fortune on that top-notch seafood feast at noon!" The assistant director frantically wiped away cold sweat.

"I'll pay even if it means losing money! As long as the number of online users stays stable, I'll even accept cutting Australian lobster for him!"

Director Wang stared intently at the live stream data that had soared to eight million. Although it stung, he was secretly overjoyed.

"That's enough, I can't lift it anymore."

Lin Yan brushed the sand off his hands and looked at the four overflowing plastic buckets.

It was just approaching noon when the sea breeze suddenly stopped.

The air became like a giant steamer, so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

Lin Yan looked up at the horizon.

The sky, which was a clear blue just a moment ago, suddenly became covered by a thick layer of leaden-gray clouds, which were rapidly swallowing up the light.

The once calm waves began to churn with violent white foam.

"The weather is not right."

Lin Yan dropped his lazy expression and frowned slightly.

"A tropical storm is coming. Grab your gear and get back to camp immediately."

"Huh? The weather forecast didn't say it would rain." Huang Xiaochu took out his phone and swiped a couple of times. "It still shows as sunny."

"On tropical islands, weather forecasts are just for show."

Lin Yan picked up the two heaviest seafood buckets.

"Seabirds skim the water, the wind has stopped and the clouds are low—this is a death order for the downpour. In ten minutes at most, the sky will start to leak. Run!"