The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 100

Old Gu Six hurried back after his daughter, only to see her clutching two flailing creatures in her hands. Were these things even edible? For a moment, he wondered if she was plotting to murder her own father.

"Dad, ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‍come wash these two lobsters—and make sure you scrub them thoroughly!"

Chang'an instructed Old Gu Six to clean the lobsters with meticulous care, leaving him gritting his teeth. Was such precision really necessary? He felt less valued than a lobster—after all, he didn’t even wash himself this thoroughly.

While he scrubbed the lobsters in the yard, Chang'an prepared the seasonings in the kitchen. She planned to steam the lobsters—the only method she knew how to cook them.

Ingredients: scallions, garlic, salt, abalone sauce, and soy sauce.

First, she carefully scrubbed the live lobsters with a brush. Then, she brought a pot of salted water to a boil. She submerged the lobster heads first, waiting until they stopped struggling before adding the tails. After twenty minutes, the lobsters were fully cooked and ready to be removed. Once slightly cooled, she split them open from the head down the back, carefully peeling the shells aside.

For the dipping sauce: one spoonful of abalone sauce mixed with 15ml of seafood soy sauce, topped with chopped scallions.

The father and daughter’s dinner consisted solely of these two lobsters. Old Gu Six had just unlocked another door to the world of gourmet food, and from then on, he couldn’t resist wandering the beach in hopes of finding more—though he never did.

Two days of hammering and sawing later, Old Gu Six’s boat was finally complete.

"Chang'an, can your spatial storage help me transport the boat to the sea?"

"Dad, before we move the boat, there’s something I need to tell you," Chang'an sighed heavily.

"What is it?" He sensed it was serious.

"We forgot to plant cotton," she admitted. It had slipped their minds entirely. Luckily, she had seedlings growing in her spatial storage, though they were a bit overcrowded and wouldn’t yield much.

Old Gu Six froze. He remembered planting some—oh, right, they had died, and they were supposed to replant.

"Should we plant some now?"

"Never mind, I’ll grow them in my storage. Tonight, we’ll move the boat to the sea." The 400-square-meter backyard should be spacious enough to fit the vessel.

By rough estimate, the boat was about 200 square meters, though rectangular in shape.

"Alright. Give me some cotton seeds—I’ll try planting them outside again. Maybe the last method was wrong. If they grow, we can sell some seeds to the mountain folks next year."

"Sure." Chang'an handed him a portion of the newly harvested cotton seeds from her storage.

With that, the two went their separate ways—one planting cotton in the front yard of the spatial storage, the other clearing more land outside.

Late at night, when all was quiet, Chang'an loaded the boat into her spatial storage, and the pair headed to the shore.

"Dad, we need a spot that won’t get completely submerged during high tide."

"Let’s go over to those rocks."

Once they reached the rocky area, Chang'an climbed onto a large boulder and carefully placed the boat into the water.

"Dad, hurry! We forgot the anchor—your boat’s about to drift away!"

Old Gu Six panicked, immediately leaping onto the boat with his qinggong skills. His vessel had nearly set off on a solo adventure.

After securing the boat, they turned to leave—only to spot a group of people emerging from the coastline ahead.

Chang'an glanced at Old Gu Six.

He patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Don’t worry. They just arrived—they didn’t see anything."

The newcomers cast indifferent glances at the father and daughter holding torches before fanning out to search the beach and rocky areas.

Chang'an suddenly recalled the jade pendant the woman had picked up days ago.

Whoa!

So there really was a story behind it?

Seeing her eyes light up with mischief, Old Gu Six immediately grabbed the back of her collar and steered her home, fearing she’d insist on staying to watch the drama unfold.

But before they could take more than a few steps, a voice called out.

"Sir, please wait!"

A well-dressed man quickly approached, blocking their path.

"What is it?" Old Gu Six set down his sword, instinctively shielding Chang'an behind him.

"How long have you lived here, sir?"

The man appeared refined and courteous, exuding an air of gentility.

But Chang'an saw no warmth in his eyes—only a frigid sharpness, like midwinter ice, hidden beneath the polished facade.

Old Gu Six replied flatly, "About two years."

"Have you ever come across a jade pendant on this beach? It holds great importance to me. If you’ve found it, I’d be deeply grateful for its return."

"I don’t know when you were last here, but we don’t make a habit of picking up random things. And we’re not the only ones who frequent this shore—mountain folks come down to forage too."

"I was stranded here two years ago, badly injured and suffering memory loss. Only six months ago did I recover and realize I’d lost something precious. That’s why I’ve returned to search."

"You lost it two years ago and only came looking now? Do you know how many tides rise and fall in a day? That pendant’s probably long gone with the waves."

Old Gu Six stared at the man as if he were an idiot. What was so important about a jade pendant? Couldn’t he just carve a new one with the same design? Unless, like the jade Older Tong had once given him, it held some hidden significance—but even then, its value was whatever you claimed it to be.

This guy must have too much time on his hands.

The man knew the odds were slim, but he’d hoped for a stroke of luck. That pendant was a token of love between him and his sweetheart. Now, having broken her heart, he clung to the desperate hope that retrieving it might win her back.

Unaware of the backstory, Old Gu Six had no patience for the man’s foolishness. He led Chang'an around him and continued home.

Despite knowing the search was futile, the man combed the beach all night.

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Later, Chang'an confessed to Old Gu Six, "Dad, I did pick up that pendant once—but I threw it back. A mountain girl found it the other day."

She knew she was being a little wicked. She knew exactly where the pendant was, yet she let the man waste his night in vain.

Things too easily obtained were never truly cherished—she was simply helping him learn a memorable lesson.

"I figured. Stay home—I’ll go handle this," Old Gu Six said, not wanting trouble to follow them home. Better to inform the man now than risk him fixating on them later, like that last searcher who’d stubbornly accused them of hiding something.

He wolfed down the steamed bun in his hand, chugged a bowl of milk, then rinsed his mouth with water to wash away the milky taste.

Here he was, at an age suited for liquor, yet forced to drink milk—who could he even complain to?

He sprinted down the mountain without pause, eager to get this over with and return to work.

It was already June—was it even possible to plant cotton this late?

Breathless, he blurted to the man, "I just remembered—a mountain girl picked up a jade pendant recently. Might be yours."

Before the man could respond, Old Gu Six added, "Don’t ask who—I don’t know her. We don’t interact with the mountain folks. Go find her yourself."

With that, he hurried off, the valley gate slamming shut behind him.