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That night, it was as if all fatigue had been cast away, and the sea breeze felt less sticky. People were immersed in joy and satisfaction, forgetting the fatigue of the journey and the physical exhaustion.

The seafood feast lasted until the sky turned pale, and the bonfire gradually went out when the sun rose.

Although they had eaten a lot of seafood in Jian'an County, everyone agreed that the seafood here was more delicious, more enjoyable, and the way of eating was more unrestrained.

In the middle of the dining table was an empty square shelf, not very high, with small four-legged stools placed next to it. Under the table was a stove burning almost smokeless charcoal that hadn't been changed much throughout the night.

Dalang introduced: "This charcoal is made from the mountain tung wood. It is very strong and durable, and can burn more than twice as long as the one in the capital." The charcoal fire from the tung wood burned vigorously and steadily in the stove, providing a constant source of heat for the seafood feast throughout the night.

There is a big iron pot in the middle of each table. The water in the pot has been boiling for a long time, but there is nothing but water inside. Besides the arranged bowls and chopsticks, there is only liquor and half a bowl of salt on the table.

Jing Chunxi took in everything before her, smelling the scorching aroma wafting from nearby, and felt even hungrier. She anxiously asked, "Where's the food? Didn't they say the feast was already prepared? Why should we wait?" She looked around, but there was no sign of food on the other tables. Only a pot of boiling water and half a bowl of salt remained, leaving her feeling somewhat bewildered.

Dalang and Sanlang remained silent, merely smiling at the three of them. Their smiles held a mysterious touch of emotion. Jing Chunxi and Xu Zize exchanged a glance, both perplexed, while Jing Changjiang appeared remarkably calm, as if he understood everything perfectly.

"Here we come!" Just as Jing Chunxi and Xu Zize were still perplexed, a call finally came from the campfire. They saw seven or eight people picking up and carrying large wooden buckets and basins filled with crabs and prawns, and scurrying towards each table of guests. Their movements were skillful and swift, clearly not their first time.

"Let's move back." Dalang patted Xu Zize beside him, picked up the bench and took two steps back. Everyone followed suit, not knowing why.

"Don't worry, it's okay, it won't splash." The two people carrying the bucket towards their table were a man and a woman. The man was a young man with a strong build and a simple smile on his face; the woman was a woman in her thirties or forties, her face showing the traces of time, but her eyes were shrewd and capable.

The woman walked in front, first placing her basin of shrimp on the ground, then using an oversized bowl to scoop some into the wooden barrel. Before the prawns could even jump, she quickly covered them with boiling water on the table. This happened several times, and the last time she simply picked up the wooden basin and poured all the remaining shrimp into it.

As expected, the water in the pot didn't splash out at all. Everyone was stunned. What kind of eating method is this? At least three or four pounds of shrimp were poured in like this. It's not like drinking shrimp soup. Before leaving, the woman helped them boil two tablespoons of salt in the pot and left without saying a word.

In the boiling water, the prawns flipped over in a flash before they could even struggle. They tumbled in the water, quickly turning an alluring red. Dalang and Sanlang had each found a catcher, and with a scoop and a splash, the large bowls before them were filled with bright red prawns.

This way of eating was very novel to Jing Chunxi and Xu Zize. They had never seen such a bold cooking method.

"Just eat it like this?" Jing Chunxi and Xu Zize were the only ones who were surprised. Jing Changjiang had been here many times and had eaten a lot. Xu Zize had been to Leizhou before, but the food he had eaten in restaurants was always exquisite. This simple and rough way of eating was the first time he had seen it. He looked at the red shrimp in front of him, a little overwhelmed, not knowing how to start.

"I'll help you peel it!" Xu Zize noticed Jing Chunxi's hesitation and, not wanting to be stared at by the people across the street, quickly set to work on the prawns. He picked up a prawn and tried to peel it, but it wasn't easy. The shell was hard and hot, and it took him a while to finally peel it open, but the meat had already been broken into pieces.

"Ouch! Why is it still pricking me?" Xu Zize complained. His finger was suddenly pricked by the shrimp shell, which hurt a little. He looked at the shrimp in his hand, feeling a little helpless.

As Xu Zize finished his words, a peeled prawn was already placed from Dalang's hand into Jing Chunxi's other empty bowl. Dalang's movements were extremely skillful. He picked up a prawn, twisted its head, and gently squeezed it, cracking the shell. Then he quickly peeled off the shell and placed the second prawn, intact, into Jing Chunxi's bowl. His technique was so smooth and efficient that Jing Chunxi and Xu Zize were both stunned.

Jing Changjiang also took out a shrimp to peel. He comforted Xu Zize and said, "Take your time, there's no rush. Sister Xi will let these two brats serve her." His words made everyone laugh and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

"Sister Xi, would you like some garlic and soy sauce? But you should try a few bites of the original flavor first. It's really sweet. We weren't used to it when we first came here, but now we eat it without any dipping sauce." Dalang said to Jing Chunxi as he peeled the shrimp. There was a sense of pride in his tone. You can only know how delicious seafood is by tasting it yourself.

"You should put the crabs here first, and we will do it ourselves." Seeing the young man standing next to him with the bucket, he was still waiting to pour the half bucket of crabs into the pot.

Sanlang drove him away and said, "They are polite and not that fast." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, which made the young man smile a little embarrassedly, then he really put down the bucket and turned away.

Jing Changjiang tossed a large shrimp into his mouth and chewed as he spoke, "Fishermen always bring a pot, a stove, and some salt with them when they go out to sea, and cook everything they catch in one pot. This way of eating has been passed down, emphasizing the original flavor." His voice carried a yearning and fondness for this lifestyle. This simple and direct cooking method preserves the seafood's original freshness, leaving a lasting aftertaste.

As plates of grilled fish, grilled shrimp, grilled oysters, grilled shellfish, and oyster omelets were served, everyone started talking and the atmosphere was unusually relaxed.

In addition to serving herbal tea to Jing Chunxi, the men drank soju, chatting and talking about their friendship. They talked about interesting things from their travels, shared their love of seafood and local news, and laughter and cheers filled the night.

I drifted off to sleep, pillowed by the lullaby of gentle waves, the sound of the tide transforming into a gentle whisper, caressing my ears. The rustle of water lapping onto the sandy beach nearby resembled a lover's fingertips brushing silk; the crisp splash of waves breaking on the rocks in the distance resembled the silvery laughter of children at play. These rhythms intertwined in the moonlight, sometimes like a whisper, sometimes like a chant, letting my heartbeat unknowingly synchronize with the waves, and I drifted into a peaceful dream.

I also slept by the sea. When I was in Yamen Village, I felt the gentle sea breeze. Even when I walked to the pier, the gentle wind hit the waves, which was extremely beautiful.

It’s different in Litchi Bay. In Litchi Bay, you can not only feel the violent impact of the sea water in one night, but also hear the devil-like roar and the whimpering sound of the sea breeze like a crying child.

The only thing in common is that everyone feels refreshed when they wake up early in the morning. That is the most luxurious awakening that the ocean has given to land creatures.