Takeshi nodded and walked towards Xia Jiang, who leaned on his shoulder.

She happily and shyly explained to Xiaolan, "The island is dedicated to our ancestors, and the tradition of the family is that weddings must be held on this island. ”

"The wedding in the morning was indeed ours, and today, it was my big day."

"Wow!" , Xiaolan was infected by her happiness, and laughed, and the two girls muttered together.

However, the happy atmosphere did not last long, and was interrupted by a loud shout from the side.

"What's going on?! Didn't our family charter this ship, and you dared to let outsiders get on board without my permission?! Got fat?! ”

Bai Shu turned his face and saw an old man walking next to him at some point.

The old man had a white beard, was tall, and wore a heavy and simple kimono, his eyebrows and beard were exaggeratedly upturned, and the words "bad temper" were clearly written on his face.

The one who was scolded opposite the old man was a bald uncle, the son-in-law of the Zomoto family, and Kitaro Kitaro.

He explained weakly, "Dad, I'm sorry, but I don't see that they made it to the boat, so I ......"

With these words, the old man turned his head and looked at Bai Shu and his party.

Conan and Xiaolan were sweating from his staring, and subconsciously took a step behind the white tree. Only the white tree is left to greet the enemy rays with a super thick skin, "......"

Fortunately, the old man didn't say anything, glared at them a few times, then turned to his son again, pointed at his nose and scolded, "I see that you don't take me seriously at all!" ”

Xia Jiang smiled awkwardly and whispered to Xiaolan, "Don't care, my grandfather is not in a good mood, and it is not aimed at you." ”

In the middle of her words, a voice suddenly interjected from the side, "Yes, Dad is in a bad mood, it should be because he doesn't like my cooking." ”

“…… Uncle Shoji! Xia Jiang blinked and nodded at the uncle who suddenly appeared, which was regarded as a greeting.

Bai Shu bit the straw and looked at the people who came out one after another, "......", so this group of baskets was scheduled to make a collective appearance.

After a while, the old man finally lost his temper and prepared to return to the cabin.

When passing by his grandson who was sitting on the deck and drawing, he couldn't help but speak venomously, "Lao Tzu is useless, and his son is no better!" Know how to apply it all day long! ”

Glancing at the familiar figure on the sketchpad, who already had a rough outline, he sneered, "The dream is impossible to come true, so give up early." ”

Bai Shu looked at the old man who broke his sleeves and walked away, and counted in his heart: It seems that these who are currently appearing, except for Xia Jiang and her husband Xiao Wu, have all been scolded by him.

It's too hateful, no wonder it's the first to be arranged to understand.

The old man opened the hatch, left a message, and asked Xiao Wu to look for him for a while, then walked into the cabin and slammed the door shut.

A short and fat woman in a kimono came over at this time, she patted Kitaro Shimoto, and said with a smile without hesitation, "Husband, bear with me for a while, Dad is already old, and it won't be long before we can get the inheritance." ”

"I'm afraid it's not that easy, auntie." , and I don't know where to jump out of nowhere.

Bai Shu followed the prestige and saw a short-haired royal sister who was scantily dressed, she looked a little like Xia Jiang, but her temperament was completely different.

This is Xia Jiang's sister, Qiu Jiang.

And the killer Matt next to her, whose chin was tilted to the sky and dyed with arrogant yellow hair, was Qiu Jiang's husband.

Akie walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, and discussed the inheritance with the short and fat woman.

Xiaolan took a few steps back and whispered, "This family, the relationship is so stiff." ”

Bai Shu nodded, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and while no one was looking at him, he poured himself another glass of juice and sucked it up.

After a group of people from the Rakamoto family appeared one after another, they left quietly one by one.

Xiaolan and Conan watched the boat dumbfounded for a while, and quickly put the matter behind them: they were just passers-by on the boat anyway, and they would leave tomorrow.

Not long after, the sun set below the sea level, and night fell, and the wet and cold sea breeze blew across the deck, freezing the thinly dressed people back into the cabin.

Bai Shu and a few people sat around the dining table, and the same table with them was the hospitable Xia Jiang.

Probably because he found Xiaolan's confusion, or maybe it was that the days floating on the sea were too idle, Xia Jiang found a piece of paper and drew a tree diagram of the relationship between the family and the family for a few people.

At the top, of course, is the grumpy old man Hiromoto.

He has a total of two sons and a daughter, the eldest son, that is, the father of Xia Jiang and Qiu Jiang, has passed away, the second is his daughter Mariko, that is, the short and fat woman, and the third is Xiang Er, who is keen on cooking.

After counting the people in the family one by one, the butler had already set the table, and the sumptuous food was served in delicate tableware, exuding an enticing aroma.

The people of the Ryamoto family took their seats one after another, and in the end, only Xiao Wu and the old man were left before they arrived.