"No need. There's nothing wrong with our boat. Once the police give us their conclusion, we can go back."
"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."
Lu Ao coughed and vaguely said, avoiding Lin Gongshang and the others, "If it gets too late, go to sleep first."
"I can't sleep if you're not back."
"What are you..." Lu Ao lowered his voice in a muffled complaint. The words circled on his tongue before he slowly let them out. "Is that so?"
Calling it a complaint would be less accurate than calling it a coquettish whine.
Song Zhou laughed again on the other end.
Lu Ao's face burned. He quietly told him, "We'll talk when I get back."
With that, Lu Ao hung up.
The sun had already sunk below the sea.
Only the evening glow remained around them. No one could make out anyone else's expression, so naturally no one noticed that Lu Ao's ears had turned completely red.
The sky gradually darkened, and the sea breeze grew stronger.
There was nothing on the island, so they could only use an induction cooker to make hot noodle soup.
They had caught quite a few lobsters and sea snails, which they added to the noodles.
Once the noodles were ready, everyone filled a large bowl, added chili sauce and mixed-noodle toppings, and slurped them down.
After going hungry, even such simple noodle soup tasted delicious.
A huge pot of noodle soup was gone in less than ten minutes.
Lin Manzhang was thoughtful. "There's still a bag and a half of noodles. I'll cook some more."
Lu Ao stopped him. "Forget it. If we're still not full, we can eat later. We should be able to head back soon."
After thinking it over, Lin Manzhang had no choice but to drop it.