A small restaurant near the sea, open-air environment at any time can see the vast sea, "crash" the sound of the sea beating the beach is constantly coming, as if natural instruments play the most harmonious sound.

"Your Highness," a slightly hunched, gray-haired old woman smiled and carried a plate of crabs. "This is what the old man just caught early today... Say you're coming, you're stuffy all the time.

Cold and slightly nodded, although still an indifferent look, but the obvious lines on the face eased a little.

"The old man is baking shrimp," said the old woman with a kind face. "You eat crabs first. I'll get some...