Third update)
It was rare for him to come home, so Old Jack naturally pulled out all the stops and cooked Yang Ming an exquisite meal.
The shredded pork in fish sauce was made from freshly sliced grass carp. The fish slices were thin and translucent, mixed with starch and egg whites to make them even smoother, then doused in sizzling hot oil. It was fragrant, spicy, numbing, and silky, instantly making the taste buds in his mouth explode and leaving his tongue unable to straighten.
The dishes were good, but throughout the meal, Old Jack kept pressing Yang Ming with the same question.
"You little rascal, you'll be fourteen this year, won't you? At your age, back in Holy Soul Village, you'd already be someone's father. Your child would be walking by now, believe it or not?"
"If you don't have someone yet, why not get together with Bao Bao? Look at her—she's pretty and virtuous, and her voice is pleasant too. You can tell at a glance that she'd make a fine wife."
"Hey, Yang Ming, don't turn your head away. Grandpa is talking serious business here. Carrying on the family line isn't something you can take lightly!"
Yang Ming hurriedly shoveled down a few mouthfuls of rice, swallowed them without properly chewing, set down his bowl, and looked speechlessly at Old Jack, who kept urging him to marry.
"Grandpa, can you stop talking about it? I'm still just a child!"
When Yang Ming said the latter half of that sentence, even the system joined in on the fun and issued a prompt:
"Ding!" "Congratulations, Host, for speaking Zhang Muzhi's classic line from Let the Bullets Fly. You have received one lottery chance. Would you like to activate the lottery wheel?"
Yang Ming's mouth