Realms: Only I Traverse Through the Anime Multiverse

Bulma glanced out the window.

The night lights outside the window began to light up, and occasionally there was a faint sound of a car passing by in the distance.

Her family's restaurant was very spacious and bright, very modern and warm.

An exquisite crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and the tablecloth was a pure white pattern style selected by Bulma herself, with a light blue embroidery border.

On one side of the dining table was a tall glass bottle with three blooming sunflowers in it. There were quite a lot of food on the table, and every serving was appetizing.

Sanye sat upright on the chair, looking back and forth between Du Ming and Bulma's faces.

"Dad? Mom? They said the company was too busy, so they would stay in the company today and would not come back tonight." Bulma said casually.

"Too busy?" Du Ming was a little surprised.

Dr. Brief and his wife were not actually very busy with company affairs.

One reason was that they were not very interested in company affairs, and the other was that they had now let Bulma handle most of the company's affairs.

The two were actually quite free. Du Ming could see them every day at various meal times, rest time, and before and after bedtime.

"Don't worry about mom and dad~" Bulma knocked on the table with a smile, "It's just right that there are three of us, so don't be so restrained. Take a look at the food on the table. Do you like it?"

Du Ming nodded and looked over.

Indeed, although it was a bit strange that the two were not here, it was not that strange. Just say goodbye before leaving here.

The main dish in the middle of the table made Du Ming's eyes light up. It was a steak stewed with red wine.

"Not bad, the beef is top-notch at first glance. Each steak is cut into thick slices of moderate size, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and then poured with a layer of rich sauce stewed with red wine and spices. Not bad! Really good!"

The tender green broccoli and golden roasted mini potatoes on the side also made Du Ming's eyes light up.

Du Ming still has some say in grilled meat.

Just seeing this dish and smelling the tempting aroma, Du Ming can give praise without hesitation.

Bulma pulled a chair and sat down, explaining casually: "Some new spices are added to this dish. The taste may be a little bit strange compared to the usual ones, but the taste will definitely not disappoint you."

"Oh?" Du Ming suddenly became interested.

Du Ming picked up the knife and fork to cut, cut off a small piece, dipped it in the red wine sauce on the plate, and put it into his mouth.

"It's delicious, it's delicious." Du Ming put down the knife and fork with a little surprise, "It's just that there is a taste... It should be the new spices you mentioned, it's quite abrupt, it feels like this dish was put in after it was made, Bulma, what spices did you add?"

"Cough, cough~~~" Mitsuha suddenly coughed twice.

"Are you okay, Mitsuha?" Bulma reacted faster than Du Ming and asked.

"No, it's okay, sister Bulma." Mitsuha shook her head hurriedly.

"That's good." Bulma smiled and cut a piece of beef for herself and Mitsuha, dipped it in the red wine sauce, and handed it to Mitsuha: "Come on, Mitsuha, let's eat some too!"

Mitsuha asked weakly: "Do you really want to eat it?"

"Of course I want to eat it, look at me, I eat it all in one bite." Bulma stuffed the beef into her mouth, and the sauce dyed her lips red.

Du Ming smiled and said: "Mitsuha, this beef tastes pretty good, you eat some first, don't eat it if you don't like it."

(It's not that kind of question!!!)

Mitsuha complained loudly in her heart, with tears on her face, then sighed and swallowed the beef resignedly.

(I hope Bulma sister doesn't put too much stuff...) Mitsuha thought, and swallowed another piece of beef in Bulma's laughter.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Mitsuha felt a little hot as soon as she ate the sauce.

"Come, Du Ming, drink some soup~~"

Mitsuha heard Bulma give Du Mingyao a bowl of soup just after the meat entered her mouth.

"Thank you!" Du Ming smiled and took the cream pumpkin soup from her.

"This soup... tastes a bit strange, but it's still delicious." He took two sips and tasted it.

Bulma put her hands on the table, leaned forward and smiled: "I put the same spices as the steak just now, what's wrong, you are not used to it?"

"It also puts the same spices!" Sanye exclaimed, almost jumped up, pointed at all the dishes on the table, and asked with trembling fingers:

"Is it possible... that kind of spices are put on every dish?"

"Yes~~" Bulma gave Sanye a bowl of pumpkin soup and also gave herself a bowl. While drinking, she smiled and said: "All of them are put."

Sanye showed a bitter face.

Du Ming comforted: "Sanye, if you don't like it, don't eat it. I will make you something else later."

Bulma blinked at Sanye.

“…No, I don’t want to eat…” Sanye forced a smile and drank the pumpkin soup resignedly, “It’s just that I’m not used to it…If you eat more, you’ll get used to it, yes! You’ll get used to it!”

Du Ming saw that she was a little reluctant, and advised: “Sanye, don’t force yourself, if you can’t eat it, don’t eat it.”

Sanye paused and shook her head.

“No! This…spice…I want to eat it…”

She made up her mind and took a portion of the dishes on the table, including the grilled cheese prawns and stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and then took a sip of the Xidu special juice in the cup with a straw and slowly exhaled.

She hummed: "Du Ming, Bulma, I have eaten all these dishes, and you are not allowed to eat it!"

Du Ming looked at Sanye speechlessly and didn't know what she was thinking.

But accompanied by eating, of course, he was accompanied to the end.

"Okay, I can't eat all Bolma." Du Ming smiled.

"Speak count." Bulma laughed.

"Of course." Du Ming responded. With his digestive ability, he really wanted to eat, and he could eat it several times more than these meals.

Du Ming took a sip of fruit juice. Soon, Bulma also finished his own copy.

She and Sanye's face were red, and it seemed to be working hard. Du Ming sighed, and immediately swallowed the food on the table in the eyes of the two.

"Tonight's cuisine, pretty good?"

After eating all the dishes and meals, Bulma asked Du Ming with a smile.

"Well, pretty good, and the flavor of the spice you put, I can basically adapt to it later. Then, when I come back to Bulma, what is the spice?"

Du Ming was curious.

"I will tell you later."

Bulma slowly approached Du Ming, looking up at Du Ming halfway, smiling stronger.

"Before you leave, I have a gift to give you, Du Ming."

Du Ming's eyes lighted up, looking forward to guessing: "Mecha?"

Bulma smiled unwillingly, and said:

"But before giving gifts ... Du Ming, you came back in the afternoon and still stinky, let's wash your body first."

"Still so particular about it?" Du Ming was curious.

Could it ... mech has a clean sensing intelligent program, not clean enough, and the mech does not allow people to go in?

Or is it like the preparation before Zen Zen, to keep it in mind and mind to highlight the sense of ritual and solemnity?

This is very understandable.

When he had a limited model before, he had a period of fasting.

This sense of ritual can increase the value of gifts in your own heart!

"Don't care so much, go to take a bath first!"

Bulma was angry.

"Xingyou." Du Ming shrugged his shoulders and left temporarily.