Chapter 7

After cleaning up the bathroom, MEG takes a look at Amy, who is still asleep. He puts her skirt, pantyhose and white shoes on the bedside and mends her mind. The little guy must be very cute when he changes into this dress. He can't help but raise his mouth. He takes a small set of toiletries and goes downstairs with ease.

McGonagall is already familiar with this kitchen, but we can't be familiar with it any more. On the stove where there were no kitchenware last night, all the kitchenware needed for Yangzhou fried rice are now ready. Open the refrigerator, you can see that there are all kinds of food materials. In the glass pool beside the refrigerator, prawns are swimming happily.

"It's time to show your real cooking skills and make a love breakfast for Xiaomi." MEG washed his hands and began to wash rice and cook.

"Your father?" Before long, in the room on the second floor, Amy turned over in a daze, but didn't touch the familiar person. She opened her eyes in a daze, sat up and looked at some strange rooms. After a while, she realized that this was the new house that her father had changed from last night, but he didn't know where he was in the big bed. She couldn't help feeling a little worried, You're going to get up when you hold on to the railing.

However, as soon as she got up, her eyes were attracted by the black skirt beside the bed. Her eyes suddenly brightened. She took the skirt and rubbed it on her face in surprise. She felt soft and smooth. She muttered happily: "it must be my father who made me a small skirt. It's so beautiful. Xiaomi likes it very much."

McGonagall didn't know that the little guy had woken up and cooked the rice. The power of the electric cooker was very high, and the rice was soon cooked. Although the rice was just cooked, it was clear, crystal clear and delicious.

"What kind of rice is this? Even white rice, I think it can eat two big bowls." McGonagall couldn't help muttering, and the prawns, even if they were boiled in the water, would be very delicious.

He took the amount of Yangzhou fried rice and cleaned it. The moment he held the knife, McGonagall's face became very serious. This is his experience in the kitchen god space. Cooking is a matter that needs to be put into wholeheartedly. This is a chef's attitude.

McGonagall had a Chinese kitchen knife in his hand. Whether it was crisp and tender bamboo shoots or shrimps with hard shells, they all became spare ingredients with even grains. After tens of thousands of knife work practice, his knife work had become very skilled.

Of course, no chef can practice knife work with these things like him.

Oil is poured into the pot, and various ingredients are put into the pot in order. A strong fragrance diffuses in the kitchen. It floats out along the door, and up the stairs without closing the door. It floats into the room with a seam left.

Sitting on the bed and trying to put on a new skirt, Amy is giggling. It's the first time that she wears such a beautiful skirt. It's so comfortable and soft. It's like wearing clouds on her body. It's light and warm.

Then Amy smelled the fragrance, and her big blue eyes, which were still sleepy, immediately lit up and sniffed hard, "it smells good! Is it my father who is making something delicious? "

Ignoring the long socks in her eyes, Amy climbed out of bed from the ladder, put on her white shoes, and ran towards the door with her short legs.

When she opened the door, the smell became more intense. Amy swallowed her saliva, and her stomach could not help purring. She had never smelled the smell before. Even the smell of roast goose at the door of the roast goose shop on the side of the square was less than half of the smell. Her steps downstairs became more brisk, and she wanted to fly to the kitchen, Let's see what my father is doing.

"It's delicious. What's your father doing..." Amy went into the kitchen. Before she finished, she looked at McGonagall's back in a simple white and black chef's uniform, with long curly hair and beard cut off. The words suddenly stopped. Her blue eyes were wide open, and there were incredible colors inside. Is this man really your father?

"Well? Is Xiaomi awake? " McGonagall heard the sound and turned to look at the door.

The little guy has changed into a black Lori skirt, a Gothic style skirt, and white shoes with Pink Butterflies. After a sleep, his soft silver hair curled up a wisp of silly hair, and his mouth was slightly open. He was stunned by his present appearance. He said with a smile, "how can I not recognize my father after a sleep?"

"It's really your father!" Amy blinked and exclaimed in surprise. His long curly hair has become a more beautiful short hair, his beard has gone, his clothes have become clean and beautiful, and his smile looks bright and comfortable. What's more, his father looks tall today, just like a giant standing up all at once, and his straight body is like a big tree.

"My father seems to have grown tall today, as tall as a big tree, and he has become so handsome. Take a good look." Xiaomi came over happily.

"Is it getting higher?" McGonagall looked down. It was probably that his rickety body had straightened out, and he had changed into a straight suit, so he looked taller. Of course, it's more worthwhile to be handsome. Sure enough, the little girl still likes the uncle who looks fresh.

The little guy's eyes were soon attracted by Meg's frying pan. He stood on tiptoe and asked curiously, "but father, what's good in the pot? Why does it smell so good, even better than roast goose? Xiaomi is hungry... "

"This is Yangzhou fried rice. This is our breakfast today. There are pink toothbrushes and tooth cups over there. Millet can brush his teeth and wash his face just to have breakfast, OK?" McGonagall said with a smile, trying to make his voice softer. In his previous life, he was a little cold to people, and he never laughed when talking to people. Now he is trying to adapt to the role of a kind father, and he wants to give Amy warmth all over the world.

"All right." Amy nodded cleverly and looked at the pot again. Then she went to one side, picked up the toothbrush and small cup, and began to brush her teeth for the first time under Meg's instruction.

MEG carefully stir fried rice, turn off the fire, out of the pot, a bowl of colorful Yangzhou fried rice is completed.

"Wow, what a beautiful fried rice! My father is so wonderful. " Amy had just finished brushing her teeth. She ran over and looked at the Yangzhou fried rice mixed with various colors. Her eyes lit up and praised seriously.

"Well, I think so, too." McGonagall nodded. He couldn't hide the smile on his face. He had a strong sense of accomplishment.

Amy leaned forward to smell it. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She looked up at MEG and said, "it's delicious, father. Xiaomi wants to eat Yangzhou fried rice."

"It's all yours!" MEG looked at the little boy's adorable appearance, and his heart was going to sprout. There was a voice in his heart, but he still held back. He put out a little foam from his little mouth and shook his head. "Now no, wash your hands before eating."

"Then father, hurry up." Emily took Meg's hand and went to the pool.

McGonagall picked his eyebrows, as if there was something wrong, and he was rejected by the little guy.

When the little guy finished washing his hands, McGonagall arrived at the table where he had finished yesterday with the dish of Yangzhou fried rice. Amy had already sat down, holding a small spoon in his hand. His eyes were full of expectation. Since McGonagall went out, he had been staring at the fried rice in his hand.

"Eat it." MEG put the plate down and touched the little guy's head with a smile.