Dad Stewing Fish, I've Become the Young Master?

Lin Xiaomei only loosened her grip on her son after hearing this, looking a bit embarrassed as she said, "You've never been away from home for this long since you were a child, and you didn't even think to write us a letter. A-Tian, hurry and tell your boss that his son is back."

The shop assistant nearby heard this and immediately ran into the shop. A moment later, Luo Dashan came rushing out.

"Little Chen is back? My son is back!" Luo Dashan came out still wearing his chef's apron. The moment he saw Luo Chen, his mouth stretched wide enough to reach his ears, and he immediately said, "Come, come inside quickly! This young man must be Little Chen's classmate, right?"

Luo Dashan noticed Su Heng standing to the side. Su Heng gave a shy smile and said, "Hello, Uncle and Auntie. My name is Su Heng, and I'm Chen-ge's roommate."

Lin Xiaomei's face instantly lit up with joy. "A roommate, that's wonderful. Little Heng, is it? Come, come inside."

Luo Dashan chimed in from the side, "That's right, everyone come inside! Uncle will cook some fish for you!"

Luo Dashan scurried off to the back kitchen, while Lin Xiaomei led the two boys to the backyard. As they walked, she didn't forget to greet the customers, repeating over and over, "My son is back!" "This is my son." "My son goes to school in Tiandou City!"

Once the three of them reached the backyard, Luo Chen couldn't help but ask, "Mom, how did you suddenly decide to open a restaurant?"

Lin Xiaomei replied, "That's a long story. Ever since your Uncle Fule took office, our Hailun City started developing its tourism and fishing industries. One day, a man suddenly appeared at our shop door and said he wanted to taste our home-cooked food. I happened to be out delivering clothes, and your father didn't want to make the man think the people of Hailun City were inhospitable, so he used that clay pot of his to stew a pot of fish soup. To his surprise, the man found it incredibly delicious after one taste. Word spread quickly, and soon everyone was saying our tailor shop had amazing fish soup, attracting many people who came just for it. Your father and I put our heads together and decided to just open a restaurant. It turned out to be a huge success, and your father became Chef Luo overnight!"

Luo Chen chuckled. "I never expected my old man to have such a hidden talent. Su Heng, let's taste my dad's cooking today."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Chen-ge!" Su Heng agreed.

While waiting for the fish to stew, Lin Xiaomei asked Luo Chen, "Little Chen, how have these past few months been? Did anyone bully you at school, and are you getting along well with your classmates?"

Su Heng immediately wanted to speak up upon hearing this, but Luo Chen stopped him with a look.

Su Heng felt like he was going to burst. Auntie, you're asking if he's been bullied? If he doesn't bully others, that's a blessing! What kind of normal person beats up a whole team by himself? While others are summoning their Martial Souls, he brings out a group of Spirit Beasts and hits them with an Evil Eye Gaze—controlling them first and then attacking. You tell me, who could handle that!

Luo Chen said, "Of course not, Mom. My classmates are all good people, we get along very well, and they wouldn't bully me. Right, Su Heng?"

Su Heng nodded immediately. "That's right, Auntie. Chen-ge is very popular."

Having become a Great Spirit Master, Su Heng now possessed four ordinary Gulu Balls. Over the past few months, under Meng Shenji's guidance, he had contracted two more Spirit Beasts: a five-hundred-year-old Feather Eagle and a six-hundred-year-old Beetle Immortal.

This had elevated Luo Chen's strength to another level; it was estimated that an average Spirit Grandmaster would no longer be a match for a single move from Luo Chen.

There were those who once thought they could surpass Luo Chen, but after working hard for a long time, they suddenly realized a fact: if their own growth was multiplicative, then Luo Chen's was exponential. They didn't even dare to imagine how terrifying Luo Chen would be once he became a Titled Douluo.

Sometimes, even Luo Chen wondered: it was said that Dugu Bo was the strongest Titled Douluo for group attacks, but if he himself became a Titled Douluo and commanded ten thousand beasts, who would truly be the master of group attacks?

"Hahahaha, the fish soup is here!" Luo Dashan entered the room carrying the clay pot, and the aroma of the fresh, delicious fish soup instantly filled the entire room.

"It smells so good!" Su Heng exclaimed immediately, unable to take his eyes off the pot.

Even Luo Chen couldn't help but swallow his saliva; he hadn't expected his old man to have such a skill.

"Dad, are you using your Martial Soul to stew fish?" Luo Chen couldn't help but tease.

"Hey, our Martial Souls don't have spirit power levels, so we have to find some use for them. Stewing fish is pretty good, isn't it? Maybe it'll even generate some spirit power."

Well, his dad certainly had his own ideas. But his father's words sparked an idea in his mind. His parents had no spirit power; in other novels, parents were either dead or incredibly powerful, but he had two parents who weren't Spirit Masters. He couldn't just leave them to fend for themselves.

However, he already had a plan in mind. He wanted to replicate his Gulu Balls and create something similar to a Spirit Tool, allowing his parents to capture Spirit Beasts and have the power to protect themselves.

But for now, he would just enjoy the fish soup in front of him. Under Lin Xiaomei's urging, Su Heng had already started drinking.

"My god, Uncle Luo, your cooking is amazing! What kind of fish is this?"

Luo Dashan chuckled. "This is a specialty of our Hailun City—Silver Cod. It has few bones, the meat is rich and tender, and it's perfect for stewing soup!"

Just as he was speaking, a hearty voice came from the front hall: "Dashan! I heard your boy is back?"

Luo Chen looked up to see a dark-skinned, middle-aged man with calloused hands walking in, carrying a shimmering fish in his hand.

"Uncle Chen!" Luo Chen stood up. Old Chen was an old fisherman in Hailun City who often drank with Luo Dashan. He looked Luo Chen up and down and grinned. "You've grown taller and stronger. I heard you went to school in Tiandou City? You've got a bright future!"

He placed the fish on the table. "A Golden Scale Fish, caught just this morning. Stew it for soup to build up your strength."

Luo Dashan leaned over to look, his eyes lighting up. "Old Chen, this is a rare find! You can't even catch a few of these in a year."

Old Chen waved his hand. "Your son is back for a rare visit, shouldn't I as an uncle show some gesture? Besides, since you opened this shop, I come over to mooch a meal every day, so what's one fish? And you know my fishing skills, don't you?"

Everyone laughed. Old Chen sat down, took the bowl handed to him by Lin Xiaomei, and took a sip of the fish soup, squinting in satisfaction. "Dashan's cooking is truly top-notch. You don't know, but ever since your shop opened, Hailun City has become much livelier."

Luo Chen asked curiously, "Uncle Chen, have there been many changes in the city lately?"

Old Chen set down his bowl and counted on his fingers. "Big changes! After Lord Fule took office, he renovated the docks, and many merchants from outside have come. Several inns and restaurants have opened in the city, and you can even see Spirit Masters occasionally."

Su Heng chimed in from the side, "Spirit Masters? Are there many?"

"Not many, not many," Old Chen shook his head. "Just one or two passing through, drinking a bowl of fish soup and leaving. Our little place can't hold those big shots."

Luo Chen felt a stir in his heart and asked again, "Has anyone... caused trouble?"

Old Chen chuckled. "Who would dare? Your dad's clay pot Martial Soul might not have spirit power, but a pot of boiling fish soup is enough to handle anyone. Besides, there's a patrol team in the city now; it's much safer than before."

Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Chen sat for a while longer before rising to leave. As he left, he patted Luo Chen on the shoulder. "Study hard. When you have a bright future, don't forget your Uncle Chen."

Luo Chen nodded. "Don't worry, Uncle Chen, I won't."

After seeing Old Chen off, Luo Chen returned to the table. Looking at his parents' busy backs, the thought in his heart became even more firm.

He must create a Gulu Ball Spirit Tool so that his parents would have the power to protect themselves!