There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the bubbles at the corners of the mouth of the young barbarian who fell asleep exploded.

"If you are unable to fight back, you are just struggling to your death and sinking deeper and deeper."

Looking at the thunder in the night and the fishmonger's net in the day, he looked in the direction of the young barbarian, with a hint of pride on his lips.

"Son, are you awake?

I have asked someone to cook a pot of fresh fish soup for you. You must take good care of yourself.

The future of our Jiang family depends entirely on you."

Under the expectant gaze of his old mother, Xiucai Gong, who had been hungover all night, walked up to the dining table, picked up his chopsticks, and couldn't help but smile.

"Why, the fish soup doesn't taste good, and I still have a headache again. I asked you not to drink so much wine."

"Mom, I misunderstood. The child just thought of a dream he had last night."

"What dream makes my son so happy? Tell me about it to my mother."

"Carp can not only transform into a dragon, but also be put on the dinner table."

The young barbarian laughed and said.

"Go, go, say something unlucky early in the morning. My son Jiang Jun is one of the best in the world. How can I compare him with a fish?"

The old woman waved her hand and said angrily.

"If you put this fish in my belly, I will be the top of the high school rankings one day. Isn't it considered that I have successfully turned into a dragon?"

Jiang Jun picked up the chopsticks with a smile.

"The world is still uncertain, everything is possible."

(Barbarians, barbarian people with literary talents, are equivalent to scholars. I just use stories that are easier to understand and familiar to express.

Moreover, Rahu deduces that the weaker the living beings, the better control they have, okay⊙▽⊙)
Chapter completed!