Rebirth of a Farmhouse with Space

"I did say that, but there's no rush. Are you sure you want to drink the soup I made?"

Nan Zhaozhao nodded, "Well, I'm sure, is this soup really that powerful? By the way, Miss Mengpo, if I really forget everything later, you must tell me that I have an enemy who killed her husband and mother. Her name is Song Daya, also known as Song Suer!"

"Amazing, really amazing, otherwise you'd better not try it!"

Nan Zhaozhao held the bowl of soup and refused to let go. "No, Miss Mengpo, my parents love me very much, so I have tried all kinds of food, both delicious and not delicious, but I have never tasted this Mengpo soup that is famous throughout the ages. I once heard an old man in the village tell a story that as long as you drink this Mengpo soup, all your grudges and worries will be forgotten! So I want to try it!"

"But you are still so young, what worries you?"

"Who said that? Who said that when you are young, you don't have to worry about anything? My parents suddenly left me, and I suddenly became an orphan. Isn't this worrying? Isn't this painful enough?"

Hearing this, Meng Po stopped trying to persuade her. The child had her own ideas, so let her be. Besides, the forgetfulness soup she made had no side effects other than all memories! "Well, I won't stop you, drink it!"

"Okay! Thank you!" After thanking Miss Mengpo for her kindness, Nan Zhaozhao raised the bowl of soup and gulped it down. After drinking it, she smacked her lips. It was neither salty nor bland, and had no taste or feeling! The next moment, all the memories in her mind suddenly became blurred. All the things she had experienced since childhood burst like bubbles, and in a flash, she didn't even know who she was!

Seeing Nan Zhaozhao easily drink a bowl of forgetfulness soup without any reaction, Meng Po liked her very much. However, out of concern, Meng Po still asked, "How is it? How do you feel?"

Nan Zhaozhao shook her head, trying to shake off the discomfort in her head. When she heard someone asking her a question, she raised her head indifferently and asked, "Who are you? Who am I? Where am I now?"

Meng Po was still smiling at first, but gradually she couldn't smile anymore. Did she forget too thoroughly? How was she going to explain this to Yan Di, that iceberg?

"You, really have completely forgotten who I am?"

Nan Zhaozhao shook her head, "Well, I don't remember!"

Meng Po took a deep breath helplessly. Let him die. Anyway, she has been against that damn iceberg for more than a year or two! "Then let me reintroduce you and me. I am a cook who only knows how to make soup. I am also your sister. Remember, I am your sister. You came here to find me and add my contact information. But before that, you said you wanted to try the soup I made. I didn't stop you, so you drank it and lost all your memories. That's what happened!"

Nan Zhaozhao nodded stupidly, "Oh, then have we added contact information?"

"Not yet, how about adding it now?"

Nan Zhaozhao nodded again, "Okay, but how do we add it?"

Meng Po covered her forehead. It was over. She had forgotten so completely that she would definitely be scolded by the iceberg later. "Use your mind to probe into the stone sea and take out whatever is inside!"

"Stone sea?" Nan Zhaozhao followed Miss Mengpo's advice and probed into the stone sea with her mind. Surprisingly, there was something in the stone sea, a small mirror that little girls liked. Nan Zhaozhao took it out of the stone sea and asked, "Is this it?"

"Yes, that's right. You have to believe in yourself. You just lost your memory, not your magic power. Come on, use your spiritual power to open this mirror!"

"Spiritual power? How do you use that thing?"

Meng Po really wanted to slap herself in the face. She told me that I was impulsive and now I am shooting myself in the face.

"Come, I will teach you how to use your own spiritual power!"

Nan Zhaozhao did as she was told, and the Ruyi Mirror actually lit up. With the help of Miss Mengpo, the two finally added each other's contact information!

After adding the contact information, Meng Po seemed to have thought of something interesting again. She said, "Do you want to learn how to make soup from me?"

Nan Zhaozhao asked, "Is this soup delicious?"

Meng Po shook her head and replied, "I haven't drunk it either!"

Actually, Meng Po had drunk soup before. Thousands of years ago, she said that she was tired of this job, making soup day after day and then sharing the soup with those dead ghosts. This job was too boring. She wanted to resign and go to the human world to experience the world and see its prosperity. But the cold Emperor Yan would not agree, saying that he could not leave her on the Naihe Bridge. She was also stubborn and said that she had to leave. No matter how Emperor Yan tried to persuade her, it was useless. Finally, Emperor Yan had no choice but to agree and let her drink two bowls of the soup he made, and then go to the reincarnation path to reincarnate!

Seeing that King Yama could not defeat her after all, Meng Po happily went to drink the soup she had made. She was really obedient and drank two bowls. After drinking it, she didn’t know who she was. Then King Yama told her that her name was Meng Po, and her main job was to make and distribute soup for the reincarnated ghosts!

Meng Po was so happy that she muttered, "I'm so lucky. I have a proper job right after I arrived!"

Just like that, Meng Po continued to make soup and share it on the Naihe Bridge, making people laugh!

Nan Zhaozhao nodded and agreed. She thought, it is always good to have more skills! Meng Po thought, if I teach this girl how to make the Forgetfulness Soup, I will have someone to help me when I want to go out and play. I am really smart!

At this moment, Nan Zhaozhao was as innocent as a piece of pure white paper, and she believed whatever Meng Po said!

"If you want to learn how to boil soup well, you must first start by distributing the soup. One spoonful per person. Don't give too much or too little. If you give too much, they will become fools after reincarnation. If you give too little, their memories cannot be wiped clean. Therefore, one spoonful per person is just right!"

Nan Zhaozhao nodded to show that she understood! She obediently came to the soup pot and gave a spoonful of soup to each ghost waiting in line for soup. After the whole pot of soup was shared, Mengpo began to teach Nan Zhaozhao the secret method of making the Forgetfulness Soup!

Another hour passed, and when the King of Hell came over after calming down the situation at the southern gate of hell, he saw a little child in Nan Zhaozhao, with something under his feet, standing by the forgetfulness soup pot, making soup for the ghosts waiting in line, while Meng Po, who was supposed to be alive, was leisurely lying on a snow-white fur chair to rest.

Emperor Yan was unhappy. He himself was reluctant to let his little sister suffer a little, but she was so arrogant and had no sense of boundaries. She actually enslaved such a young sister to work. "What is Meng Qing doing? Why let a child like her work?"

Nan Zhaozhao saw the man coming. Although he was very good-looking, his attitude was too fierce! She was worried that her sister would be bullied by this man, so she stood in front of Meng Po and pointed at the man and cursed, "Who are you? Why are you here to point fingers at my sister and be so fierce!"

"Your sister?" Qin Guang asked, lowering his head and looking at the little girl who looked very aggressive and fierce.

"Yes, she is my sister. Who are you?"

Meng Po stood behind Nan Zhaozhao, crossed her arms leisurely and said complacently, "How about it, my sister!"

"What did you do to her?"