Sea urchin fried rice—it's not all that uncommon; everyone often eats it when they're outside.
But the waters around this island are a bit different.
Every November and December, the sea urchins here are particularly plump, yet their spines are particularly venomous.
"We'd need to hire a master chef specialized in handling sea urchins to get some for you."
Nangong Xu didn't want to dampen her spirits, so he said, "Let's have someone bring some back tonight, and tomorrow I'll dive and get some to cook for you."
"No worries, I was just saying. I thought I could do it myself."
Baili Xia waved her hand, unaware that cooking sea urchin fried rice could be so complicated.
She shook her head. "Never mind, let's eat something else."
Mu Xiaoyao had already started picking greens ahead, leaving a deep trail behind.
He's about to step on a whole patch of them!
Seeing this, Baili Xia immediately felt distressed and hurried after him.
