The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Jing Ling Pavilion.

All stories start from this house.

Lord walked in with gentle steps and looked around at the familiar scenery.

He just walked out of this dilapidated hut, and then step by step he got to where he is today.

Since the establishment of Soul Society, one thing happened after another, making him suddenly very busy. He hasn't come back to visit for a long time. Basically, Nemu only occasionally comes back to clean up after he has some free time.

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Although the furnishings of the house are very simple, it is not as prosperous as the Lingwang Palace.

But it gave him an inexplicable sense of peace of mind, just like a wanderer who finally returns home after traveling for several years. He can naturally shed all his fatigue and just want to lie down on the sofa and have a good rest.

Da da da~

At this time, a petite figure ran out from the kitchen on the side of the hall.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

The person who ran out turned out to be Yinmeng.

Yinmeng was wearing a black fluffy princess dress and black cotton stockings, exposing half of her fair legs. There was black oil smoke on her face. She was obviously choked by the thick smoke in the kitchen, and she was rubbing her hair desperately.

Red eyes.

As if sensing the aura of an outsider, Yinmeng suddenly raised his head and looked at him. Two sharp glances suddenly shot out from his big black eyes. The spiritual pressure in his body surged like waves, as if he was about to be killed in the next second.

To burst out.

When he saw it was Lord, the agitated spiritual pressure dissipated instantly.

Instead, Yinmeng's eyes gradually became moist, her cheeks bulged on both sides, and her big black eyes were filled with unspeakable sadness and grievance.

"Brother...brother!"

Nemeng Lihua shouted loudly, and rushed over impatiently. Her arms were like a koala, hanging her whole body on Lord, and then she buried her head in her arms and cried loudly.

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"I'm back, Nemu."

Lord held the crying Yinmeng in his arms and gently rubbed her black hair. He felt a little uncomfortable for a moment: "It's all my brother's fault. I have ignored your feelings during this time."

"Woooooooo..."

Yin Meng raised his head while sobbing, looked at Lord with tears in his eyes, and sobbed: "Then... then brother, you have to promise me that no matter where you go from now on, you will take me with you, okay?"

"I was wrong this time~"

Listening to Yin Meng's request, Lord softened his heart and said softly: "I'll take you with me next time, okay?"

During this time, he had been busy with business, but ignored Yinmeng's feelings.

Now that I think about it carefully, one can imagine how aggrieved I feel when I leave Nemu to stay alone in that cold laboratory and not be able to see him for a long, long time.

In order to make up for it, Lord also promised various conditions.

For example, he took her to an amusement park, ate burgers, bought clothes, and other conditions, which made Yinmeng laugh out loud, and even wiped the runny nose on his death suit.

If Urahara Kisuke saw this scene, his jaw would hit the ground in surprise.

Looking at the entire Three Realms, Yin Meng is probably the only person who dares to wipe his nose on the Soul King's clothes. He is so 'unscrupulous' because of his favor.

In fact, Lord doesn't care about these little things.

Not to mention smearing the snot on his clothes, even if it was smeared on his body, he wouldn't blame Nemu for a word.

Because among all the creations, Sound Dream was not only the earliest, but also the most special to him. Lord never regarded her as a tool, but always regarded her as his sister.

So why would my brother blame his lovely sister for such a trivial matter?

Yinmeng raised her head playfully, pinched her fingers and whispered: "Brother, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."

Speaking of which...

Not only had he not seen Nemu for a long time.

Even sitting and having a meal with her seemed like a long time ago.

"Okay, okay~~~"

Lord ruffled Yin Meng's black hair, showed a doting look in his eyes, and said with a smile: "I haven't cooked for a long time. I don't know if I have regressed. Sit and watch TV for a while, and I will cook for you."

"Okay~ I love you the most, brother!"

Nemu cheered happily, kissed Lorde hard on the cheek, then jumped to the sofa and clicked on his favorite program.

Lord smiled and shook his head, put on his apron and walked into the kitchen.

Pour cold oil into the pot, wait until the oil is 80% hot, add the blanched ribs, then add the wine, light soy sauce and balsamic vinegar, fry until the cold noodles are golden brown, add water and three tablespoons of sugar, simmer over low heat for ten minutes and then reduce the heat.

juice, sprinkle a spoonful of balsamic vinegar to stimulate the smell, and sprinkle a little chopped green onion and sesame seeds to enhance the color before serving.

After some operations, the sweet and sour pork ribs came out of the pan, and the aroma instantly overflowed.

Gululu...

When Yinmeng heard the sound, the gluttons in his stomach were lured out. He couldn't help but stand outside the kitchen door and looked at the plate of braised pork ribs with greedy eyes. He swallowed his saliva and asked: "Brother...

.Let me try a piece, please."

Saying that, Yinmeng reached out to grab the ribs.

Pa~

"Don't worry, it's not healed yet."

Lord flicked Nemu's head with his finger and said with a smile: "Also, little glutton, did you forget to wash your hands before eating?"

"Oh~ people know it!"

Not eating the spareribs, Yinmeng pouted angrily, waved her arms reluctantly, and ran to the bathroom to wash her hands.

"Hahaha......"

Lorde laughed openly and started preparing the second course.

We haven’t had a meal together for a long time, how could we prepare only one dish of sweet and sour pork ribs? It should at least be three meat dishes, three vegetable dishes and one soup!

Tsk~

Heat the oil in the cooking pot and the fireworks rise.

We have been busy watching the sunset outside, and all the dishes are finally ready.

The whole house was filled with aroma, and the tangy and rich smell made Yinmeng, who was standing outside the door, whirl around anxiously, wanting to rush in quickly.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, braised lion's head, shredded sweet potatoes, cold shredded shredded vegetables, mushrooms and rapeseed, fried crispy pork, steamed sea bass, and... a plate of dumplings stuffed with pork and green onions.

“Wow, it’s so rich!”

Yinmeng's eyes almost went straight, and saliva could not stop flowing from her mouth. She said blankly: "Brother, what day is it today? Why do you have to cook so many dishes?"

"Today...is my birthday."

Lord smiled slightly, rubbed Yinmeng's hair, and said with a smile: "When I used to celebrate my birthday, there would always be a plate of pork and green onion dumplings. Now if I want to eat them again... I have to make them myself."

Already."

Although the tone seemed calm, Yinmeng could still hear a hint of lingering sadness in it.

"Happy birthday, brother!"

Yinmeng held Lord's face with both hands and smiled cutely: "Yinmeng will learn how to make dumplings, and then make them for you every year, okay, brother?"

"Okay~"

Lord pinched the little guy's nose and said with a smile: "Eat quickly, otherwise the food will be cold by the time it is served."

"Uh-huh!"

Nemu couldn't wait to start and wolfed down the dishes in front of her.

Lord looked at the warm scene in front of him and felt an invisible hand calming the restlessness deep in his heart.

Nemeng reminded him of something...

No matter he is the Spirit King in the future, or any kind of powerful existence, what he pursues should not be to transcend everything, but to be able to protect everything he wants to protect. This is what he really wants to pursue!

Don’t forget...the fireworks in this world!

Always remember that you are a human being, not a cold stone!