My fishing raft will ask for help.

"Covered in such thick mud, yet still so capable of fighting? They even knocked off the big pincers! How can this even be sold?"

As Lu Xiaoxiao cleaned the blue crabs that had been tied up with nylon rope, she picked up a few broken claws scattered at the bottom of the basin, her tone filled with surprise and regret.

"There's no way we can sell it now, we'll just keep it for ourselves!"

Zhou Miao was picking out the small, thin blue crabs and gently tossing them back into the water to release them. He then handed a few injured but still plump crabs to Luo Qianqian.

"Qianqian, tell your brother to get some chicken feet and potatoes for dinner, we're going to have a crab hot pot!"

"Okay!" Luo Qianqian's eyes lit up, and she readily agreed. Then, her gaze turned slyly to the long bamboo clams she had painstakingly collected that afternoon in the basin next to her.

"We've got the crab hot pot, would you like a plate of razor clams too?"

Zhou Miao looked at the long bamboo clams and became interested: "Sure! To be honest, I've never tried these long bamboo clams before."

He used to eat mostly farmed razor clams, scientifically known as *Rhododendron simsii*.

The price is much cheaper, only about ten yuan per kilogram in the market.

He prefers the smaller razor clams; the larger ones burst with juice when you bite into them, and the texture is a bit strange.

Upon hearing that he had never eaten them before, Luo Qianqian immediately grabbed a large handful of razor clams and put them into the preparation basin: "That's perfect, I'll let you try more tonight."

Seeing this, Zhou Miao was both amused and exasperated, and quickly waved her hand, "No need for so much, just taste it, don't waste it."

"Okay, okay!" Luo Qianqian replied, but didn't put the razor clams back. She then changed the subject, "By the way, when is your seafood-buying friend arriving?"

Zhou Miao glanced at his phone: "It should be soon. Why don't we go to the dock on the shore and wait there? After we sell our stuff, Xiaoxiao and I can go back and change our shoes."

"Okay." Luo Qianqian nodded readily. "Then help me sell these razor clams too! I won't go with you; I'll stay here and help my brother out."

"OK, no problem!" Zhou Miao replied.

Lu Xiaoxiao stood quietly to the side, watching Luo Qianqian chat and laugh with him, and her little mouth unconsciously pursed up as she watched Luo Qianqian's intimate and ingratiating manner with a hint of probing.

But the next moment, she seemed to remember something, her expression darkened, and she lowered her head, no longer looking at them.

Zhou Miao was already used to Lu Xiaoxiao's quietness and did not notice the subtle change in her emotions at this moment.

Seeing Luo Qianqian turn and go into the makeshift kitchen of the fishing raft, he started carrying the tanks containing razor clams and crabs onto the boat, and then called to her, "Xiaoxiao, come on, let's go to the dock and wait for Pang Yu."

Lu Xiaoxiao nodded, her face mirroring hers.

Because they had given prior notice, they didn't have to wait long after arriving at the dock when Pang Yu's familiar little truck pulled up.

He got out of the car, first rummaged through the crabs in the basket, then looked at the razor clams, a troubled expression on his face: "Brother, these razor clams are a bit small, I'm afraid I can't offer a high price."

Zhou Miao had a good idea of ​​what to offer: "They're wild, so their size depends on fate. How much do you think you can give them?"

Pang Yu weighed the options for a moment and gave a price: "This... I can only give you forty-five yuan per jin at most."

"Uh..." Zhou Miao was speechless for a moment.

He had just heard Pang Yu say that the price wasn't too high, and his expectation had dropped to around thirty-five. He didn't expect the actual offer to be almost the same as his estimated purchase price, which left him somewhat amused and exasperated.

Seeing his expression, Pang Yu mistakenly thought he was complaining about the low price and quickly explained, "Brother, it's not that I'm unwilling to pay more. This is just the market price for ordinary seafood; it's very fixed, and I won't make much money reselling it..."

Zhou Miao waved his hand and readily said, "Okay, forty-five it is, no problem. What about the blue crab?"

Upon hearing this, Pang Yu squatted down again and carefully examined the blue crab.

These blue crabs were all carefully selected by Zhou Miao; those weighing less than five ounces had already been released back into the sea.

Although the smaller ones could be sold for some money, he felt it was unnecessary.

"The mud crabs are indeed excellent, and the size is just right. I'll buy them at 100 yuan per catty, is that alright?"

"Okay! This price is acceptable." Zhou Miao was very satisfied with the price.

The market price of mud crabs in Nanzhen usually fluctuates around 120 yuan, unless it's a holiday, and it doesn't usually go up.

There are many farmed crabs on the market now, so selling them for 100 yuan per catty is considered very good.

This thing can only fetch a particularly high price in Sanmen; in other places, it's basically between 120 and 150 yuan.

If you come across crabs that weigh 40 or 50 kilograms, they are 100% Burmese crabs.

After counting, weigh and settle the bill.

The three of them worked hard all afternoon and made a total of 11,300 yuan.

Zhou Miao received 4,200, Lu Xiaoxiao received 3,600, and Luo Qianqian received 3,500.

All things considered, the income gap isn't that big.

Clearly, his impromptu decision to catch crabs didn't yield much better profits than Luo Qianqian's consistent clams digging.

However, for Zhou Miao, at least her back wouldn't suffer so much.

As soon as he got the money, Zhou Miao immediately transferred Luo Qianqian's share to her, then went home with Lu Xiaoxiao, took a long, refreshing shower to wash away the muddy smell.

By the time they returned to Luo Hao's fishing raft, it was already dark.

The fishing raft was brightly lit, and on the round table under the parasols, a crab meat stew in a stainless steel pot was steaming hot and emitting an enticing aroma.

Luo Hao had just carried a case of ice-cold beer, still emitting fumes, to the table when he saw them coming. He immediately greeted them warmly, "You've come at the perfect time! The food's just been served. How about a few for tonight?"

Zhou Miao looked at the beer and crab hotpot, raising an eyebrow: "Sure! If you're not afraid of gout, why should I be?"

He was secretly relieved about this.

Fortunately, I have integrated the body's purification ability. Putting aside other aspects, at least I can say goodbye to the worry of gout from now on!

"Haha, even gout can't stop me from enjoying beer and crab hotpot." Luo Hao didn't care at all; he didn't have gout.

Luo Qianqian walked over with a bowl and chopsticks, and chimed in with a smile, "Exactly! South Korea has beer and fried chicken, and we have beer and crab stew."

Upon hearing this, Luo Hao curled his lip, looking disdainful: "Tch, what good stuff can the Koreans possibly have? It's just fried chicken and barbecue over and over again."

"Yes!" Zhou Miao winked mischievously, lowering her voice, "Their conglomerates have great taste, much better than those in our entertainment industry!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Hao immediately understood and chuckled, revealing a smile that only men could understand.

Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes and grabbed Lu Xiaoxiao, who was standing quietly beside her: "Come on, let's go, ignore these two perverts, let's eat our food and let them have their fun."

Lu Xiaoxiao was pulled to sit down, and smiled slightly.

Zhou Miao's expression reminded her of her daily life at home during this period.

Even in the sweltering summer heat, when she was dressed casually and lightly at home, she could occasionally sense his gaze.

However, his gaze was very restrained, and he looked away as soon as he made contact.

She knew in her heart that no man disliked a little bit of sexiness.

However, compared to power and wealth, Se Se seems insignificant.

"Come on, let's have a crab hot pot tonight!" Zhou Miao picked up his glass full of beer and clinked it loudly with Luo Hao's.

The cool liquor slid down my throat, instantly dispelling the summer night's heat and fatigue, leaving a refreshing feeling deep inside.