Jingling 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 after another has happened, making him suddenly very busy. He hasn't come back to visit for a long time. Basically, only Nemu comes back occasionally to clean up after he has some free time. .
Although the furnishings of the house are very simple, it is not as prosperous as the Lingwang Palace.
But it can give him an inexplicable sense of peace of mind, like a wanderer who finally returns home after traveling for several years. He can naturally let go of 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 cast two sharp glances out of 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 gush out.
When he saw it was Lord, the agitated spiritual pressure dissipated instantly.
Instead, Nemu'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 yelled like rain, and rushed over impatiently. Her two arms were like a koala, hanging her whole body on Lord, and then she buried her head in her arms and cried loudly. .
"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 Nemu is left alone in that cold laboratory and cannot see him for a long, long time.
In order to make up for it, Lord also promised various conditions.
For example, taking her to an amusement park, eating hamburgers, buying clothes, etc., she coaxed Yinmeng into laughing, and 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, Lorde 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?
Yin Meng 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 Yinmeng'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've regressed. Sit and watch TV for a while, and I'll 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. When the oil temperature is 80% hot, add the blanched ribs, followed by cooking wine, light soy sauce and balsamic vinegar. Fry until the cold noodles are golden brown. Pour in water and add 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 before serving to enhance the color.
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, looking at the plate of braised pork ribs with greedy eyes, and asked while swallowing: "Brother... .Let me try a piece, please."
Saying that, Nemu 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 ribs, Yinmeng pouted angrily, waved her arms reluctantly, and ran to the bathroom to wash her hands.
"Hahaha......"
Lord laughed broadly and set about 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 will 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 waiting 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 seabass, 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 his mouth. He said blankly: "Brother, what day is it today? Why are you cooking so many dishes?"
"Today...is my birthday."
Lord smiled slightly, rubbed Yin Meng's hair, and said with a smile: "When I celebrated my birthday in the past, there was always a plate of pork and green onion dumplings. Now if I want to eat them again... I have to make them myself." ”
Although the tone seemed calm, Nemu 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...
Regardless of whether 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!
