Is This the Power of a God Again?

It was another day. After the whole family had enjoyed a delicious hot pot meal, Kisuke Urahara took the others downstairs to check on Ichigo, while Yuko cleared the table and washed the dishes.

To Suzu, Yuko was practically the embodiment of a saint.

All these chores had always been hers alone, and whenever Yuko ate here, it was her rare chance to rest.

Although Yuko was rather laid-back, that was only when she was alone. When there were other people in the house, she was actually quite diligent.

When she was alone, she felt there was no need to prepare an elaborate meal. After all, she did not need to eat that often. Rather than go to all that trouble cooking, she might as well lie on the sofa.

After washing the dishes, Yuko was just about to follow them to the Underground Space.

"Hey, why do I smell hot pot again?" A black cat entered the room and looked up at Yuko questioningly. "Did you lot secretly eat hot pot behind my back again?"

Yoruichi still remembered how this bunch of bastards had eaten hot pot behind her back a few days ago.

"Hm? Because we just had a delicious hot pot meal."

Yoruichi's fur instantly stood on end. "What?! You bastards secretly ate hot pot behind my back again?"

"Wasn't Yoruichi supposed to train Orihime and Chad?" Yuko replied righteously. "We couldn't starve ourselves waiting for you, could we?"

Yoruichi was so furious that her tail stood straight up. She stamped her paws in place. "That's sophistry! You always have a whole string of sophistries! I work hard as a coach outside, while you lot feast at home!"

"And it's happened twice! Twice!"

"Technically, it's been three times. We ate hot pot yesterday too."

Yoruichi's fur stood