When they arrived home, Lin Xiuqing had just boiled the water and dropped in the Tangguan conch.
Starting a fire in the clay stove took quite a bit of effort with matches, and the ashes in the stove made it even harder.
She had to fuss over it for a while before the fire finally caught.
“You're all back? How was the harvest?”
“It was okay, mostly clams,” replied someone.
Seeing the pot, Ye Ersao's eyes flickered, and she smiled, “You've already added the conch to the pot. Let’s wait until it’s cooked and see if there are any pearls. I’ll take care of the next batch.”
To avoid confusion and disputes, especially if a pearl actually appeared, it was better to be clear.
Lin Xiuqing didn’t mind and smiled back, “Sounds good.”
Ye Dasao curiously asked, “How did you all find this conch? Is there something special about it? I just saw the secretary’s wife also picked one, and even the guy who makes shrimp paste found one.”
Ye Ersao chuckled, “I didn’t even know what this conch was until Yao Dong told me.”
Looking at Ye Yao Dong, she continued, “What kind of pearls can this emperor conch produce? Are they valuable?”