In the morning, the family rarely sat together at the dining table for breakfast.
"Eat more, you've lost weight after two months in Yan Continent," Mrs. Chen said with a look of concern. "What do you want for lunch?"
Chen Shouyi replied indistinctly while eating his porridge, "I might not come back for lunch."
"Brother, you just came back, and you have another task?" Chen Xingyue asked curiously.
"No, just wandering around, I'll be back before dinner," Chen Shouyi replied. He planned to stay home for a few days once this mission was over.
After breakfast, he returned to his room, settled the two little ones, and took out a pile of math books for them to play with.
Then he walked out the door.
...
The Strait of Malacca.
On the sea, countless ships, like ants, densely approached the coast for landing.
