"Li Shan, want to stroll around the island together?"
"Forget it, can he still hold it together?"
"Hehe, I've heard this island is a money pit. If you've got money, you can do anything..."
Leaving his own room, Lin Fan returned to the grass hut.
He saw Zhenzong and a few others animatedly talking about something.
There were some ready-to-eat dishes on the table, seemingly just delivered, with several still steaming hot.
Lin Fan unceremoniously sat down, grabbed an oil-braised lobster, and silently ate.
"Bro, we're really riding on your coattails here, even our meals have improved... the captain even returned the confiscated items to us."
Uncle Hui sat down, happily patting the small pouch at his waist.
The others also showed grateful looks towards Lin Fan.
"Gathering together is fate, aren't you going to eat?"
Lin Fan gestured at the seafood feast on the table and nodded towards everyone.
