Once she had decided to wear it for the Mid-Autumn Festival, her face brightened a little. She had him hold one end of the fabric and stretched it out to check it, only to find it a little long.
"How many meters did you buy?"
"Two. Didn't you tell me to buy two meters?"
"You're so tall, and even you only need two meters. Why would I need that much?"
"It's fine. You can make a pair of pants too, so you'll have a matching set."
"There won't be enough for long pants. Knee-length shorts at most." Lin Xiuqing muttered for a while before putting it away. Since he had already bought it, she could only work with what she had.
After putting everything away, she turned around, her thoughts returning to the Sea Chicken Feet. "Can you still go harvest those Sea Chicken Feet of yours? They're worth so much!"
Ye Yaodong lay on the bed, jiggling his foot. "I don't know whether the other islands have any. It's hard to get to them without a spring tide, either. They grow on rocks in the upper intertidal zone, where the waves pound all year round. On ordinary days, the tide doesn't go out far enough, and a wave could easily sweep you into the sea. It's pretty dangerous."
"Forget it, then. Wait until the first or fifteenth of the lunar month and see. Harvest some if you come across them, and forget it if you don't. Making this much was already very good. Luckily, someone recognized them."
"Mm."
"Why do you think foreigners would come to our little place?"
"What's so strange about that? They probably met Hongsheng's Young Master when he was studying abroad and came along especially to have some fun here. Never mind them. Come pay