"Did you know? I dreamed again last night."
At the breakfast table, Hao Ren forcefully swallowed a mouthful of steamed bun, then looked up and said somewhat indistinctly,
Vivian was serving Elizabeth some food. Upon hearing that, her hands paused, and she looked at Hao Ren with concern. "Did you dream about something prophetic again?"
"Not at all. It was just a complete mess." Hao Ren waved his hand. "I don't know if it's because I've watched too many movies these past few days, but I dreamed that a huge group of Viking pirates were fighting the Ming navy. Then Poseidon and Osiris showed up too. A bunch of gods were brawling in a vast desert, with cannon fire everywhere and blades and flames filling the battlefield. In the end, Bai Qi led two hundred thousand Qin soldiers in blasting open the gates of Troy and pinned Octavian to death on the throne..."
Even Lily, who had been burying her head in her bowl, was dumbfounded by Hao Ren's dream. She lifted her head from the bowl. "Landlord, what kind of jumbled mess was that? Did you dream an entire pirated version of world history?"
"Otherwise, why would it be called a dream? Dreams don't need to make sense." Hao Ren slurped some rice porridge, then casually wiped the grains of rice and grease off Roll's face beside him. "When is this cat ever going to get the hang of using chopsticks...?"
Nangong May, seated across from him, said casually, "She's made a lot of progress. At least she knows how to use chopsticks now, doesn't she? Before, she would just bury her face in the bowl and lick it with her tongue. Oh, speaking of dreams, I dreamed last night too."
Hao Ren asked curiously, "What did you dream