Chapter 8: Xiao Hu: Made My Mom Excited, She Really Cried

Returning home, Ye Cheng's stomach was already growling; if he had known earlier, he should have eaten at his older brother and sister-in-law's place.

Sigh, still a bit pretentious.

He looked around the house; the flower clams he had prepared earlier were still there, each opening its mouth in the basin—these freshly dug ones were different, not a single dead one.

Tonight he'll eat these.

The household items were a bit shabby, but at least there was a gas canister and a stove.

Ye Cheng washed the pot thoroughly three times; it was really filthy, he had originally wanted to wash it a bit more, but there was no way—his stomach couldn't wait.

Stir-frying flower clams is simple: sauté scallion, ginger, and garlic in a lot of oil until fragrant, then toss them in the pan and stir-fry briefly.

But after searching for a while, there was no ginger, and no garlic either.

Scallion, hehe, he still found some from a corner of the yard, though it was a bit old.

Amazing, in this household, Ye Cheng is also impressed.

He had no choice but to do it this way; after heating the oil, Ye Cheng threw in several scallion sections, which crackled loudly, turning the scallion pieces charred and the aroma richer.

Ye Cheng shook the drained flower clams, and with a splat they all went into the pot.

Then he added soy sauce for color, a pinch of salt, and gave it a light stir-fry.

The hot oil at the rim of the pot ignited, turning the pot into a sea of fire; Ye Cheng took the opportunity to toss it a few times, then finished cooking.

There were still a few bottles of beer in the fridge; Ye Cheng opened one, and the chilled beer paired with the stir-fried flower clams was quite enjoyable.

Seafood, seafood—what you taste is freshness; the meat of the fresh flower clams is firm, a light bite pulls it from the shell, needless to say, it's really delicious.

The only downside is that there's still sand; there's nothing to be done—normally they should be kept for a couple of days to purge sand, but he was simply too hungry.

Sigh, at this moment he should be pulling out his phone to watch a short video—what a pity, what a pity.

Drinking this stuff really does help with sleep; after eating, Ye Cheng lay down and fell asleep immediately—on his first night after rebirth, he slept especially sweetly.

The next day Ye Cheng woke up early, after six o'clock; today is a big tide, so going out in the morning to catch the tide will surely bring a good harvest.

By the way, he glanced at the system:

Luck Value: 70

Points: 20

Holy crap, the Luck Value went up?

What does this mean—will there be a big harvest today?

Ye Cheng jumped up from the bed, grabbed a shovel and a bucket, and headed straight out, running straight to Wang Xiaohu's house.

Arriving at Wang Xiaohu's house, Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang saw Ye Cheng's unusual enthusiasm: 'Yo, A Cheng's here—have you eaten? Come sit down and have something together.'

Ye Cheng remembered that whenever he came before, he always greeted them with a cold stare; why was he being so nice today?

'Brother, yesterday you brought me to make money, my parents were thrilled.' Xiao Hu said cheerfully, 'My mom was so moved she cried, saying this was the first time I'd earned money honestly.'

Aunt Wang's face flushed red, and she smacked her own heartless child: 'A Cheng, from now on, when you bring Xiao Hu along, do some proper work—don't just keep doing those... those things.'

Aunt Wang didn't feel comfortable saying outright 'stealing chickens and dogs.'

'Uncle, Aunt, I'm not just here to call him—I'm taking him out to gather seafood.'

'Gathering seafood? Sure, go ahead—have some breakfast first, just steamed buns.'

Ye Cheng was indeed hungry too, so he grabbed two directly: 'We'll eat on the way.'

'Okay, Mom and Dad, we'll eat on the way.'

Wang Xiaohu followed suit, packing two steamed buns and hastily rushing out after Ye Cheng.

'Brother, you didn't see it—I brought home over a hundred yuan yesterday, and it made my mom so excited she really cried.' Xiao Hu said excitedly, chewing on his steamed bun; his carefree demeanor made Ye Cheng want to slap him.

'And you—what do you think?'

'Me?' Xiao Hu paused, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face, and only after a moment did he speak.

'Brother, I want to make money; I don't want my mom to work so hard.' Xiao Hu said in a low voice.

Ye Cheng nodded; this kid wasn't all bad, there was still hope.

'From now on, follow me gathering seafood, and you'll have money—don't worry.'

'Okay, but Brother, my mom said I can't take that much money from you—I haven't done anything; it's all you who got it.' Xiao Hu looked at Ye Cheng a bit embarrassed.

Ye Cheng had also considered this problem; if he kept relying solely on his own digging, Xiao Hu would really be superfluous—it seemed he needed to find a way to let the system's glory shine on Xiao Hu as well.

However, for now Lin Feng also had no solution.

'It's fine—just yesterday was one day; I could still be the one finding things every day, right? If today you happen to have good luck, then you wouldn't plan to give me money?' Ye Cheng teased.

'How could that be? Brother, rest assured, I'll definitely be the same.'

'Then it's settled—let's go, today we'll bring another woven bag so we can carry more.'

'Okay, Brother, wait for me to get it.'

Xiao Hu brought out two woven bags from home and followed Ye Cheng to the seaside.

Last night's big tide had already receded, and fresh seafood had been newly placed on the mudflat.

Ye Cheng felt this was like grinding a dungeon—once the CD refreshed, what equipment dropped depended on his Luck Value.

Today's Luck Value is 70; he didn't know what kind of harvest it would bring.

Upon approaching, Lin Feng sucked in a breath of cold air: 'Damn, there are really a lot of people.'

'Yeah, Brother, everyone heard we dug up a lot of Flower Clam Kings yesterday, so they all came one after another.' Xiao Hu lit a cigarette.

Gathering seafood works like that—once someone scores a haul, others rush over too, following the trend.

'Ye Lao Er is here again.'

'I heard they dug up several dozen jin of Flower Clam Kings yesterday.'

'Heaven really is blind—how could such good fortune fall on someone like Ye Lao Er, a good-for-nothing?'

'Exactly, giving it to him would just be a waste.'

It's said he bought a lot of meat to take home yesterday, really has no idea how to manage a household.

As a bachelor, what does he need to manage a household? As long as he eats his fill, the whole family won't go hungry.

Tch, that's him—his older brother still owes money.

Speaking of which, Lao Er also has to pay up—it's all debt his father left when he died.

Ah, never mind that, hurry up and dig—maybe we can even dig up a few dozen catties of Flower Clam King.

A group of women were speaking very loudly; Ye Cheng was also helpless. Nowadays, with social media not yet developed, they only pay attention to those little things in their own village.

When social media develops in the future, each of them will start caring about the whole entertainment industry.

Brother, should we still go to that place from yesterday?" Xiao Hu asked.

Sure, let's go there again and have a look.

The two walked toward yesterday's place; before they even arrived, they saw that there were already three young people there.

The three people Xiao Hu mentioned are all villagers, about the same age as Ye Cheng, but they don't think much of Ye Cheng, because Ye Cheng is the representative of a good-for-nothing, while they are honest workers with jobs, either at the dock or in town.

The three people Xiao Hu mentioned are all villagers, about the same age as Ye Cheng, but they don't think much of Ye Cheng, because Ye Cheng is the representative of a good-for-nothing, while they are honest workers with jobs, either at the dock or in town.