The few aunties stopped mending their fishing nets, their gazes snapping in unison toward Su Tang.
The sea breeze, thick with the salty, fishy air, swept past. Su Yufen's triumphant sneer was like a needle piercing the eardrums.
Su Tang bent down and picked up a sea urchin. Its fingernail-sized spines glinted coldly in the sun. "Aunt Zhang, is the ratio of tung oil to pine resin you're using to mend your net correct? Last time, Uncle Wang mentioned that this mixture can make the netting brittle."
She turned to the stunned middle-aged woman with a smile, as if she hadn't heard the piercing remarks at all.
"Y-yes, it is."
Aunt Zhang answered instinctively, her shuttle once again starting to fly back and forth.
Su Tang crouched down, her fingertips toying with the laver scattered across the rocks.
