Chapter 1920

"How fragrant ~ ~"

A confused sound came from the direction of the stairway.

Elena and MEG, who are eating happily, look back at the direction of the stairs.

Amy stood at the end of the stairs with her bleary eyes, squinting at them.

The ugly duckling yawned, stepped on the air, jumped up and down, bumped his head into the corner of the table, and raised his head in a dazed way to shout at MEG.

Annie also poked out her head from the back of the stairs. Her bright eyes looked curiously at the steaming hot pot on the table.

"Father! My mother! You're having a snack on our back! And it's hot pot! " Maybe the fragrance was too tempting, Amy suddenly sobered up and said with some breath.

"Er..."

McGonagall's smile was a bit awkward.

"Wake up, would you like to come and have some?" Irina picked up a fat beef roll, looked at Amy and Annie and said with a smile.

"Good!" Amy's angry face suddenly showed a smile. She came up and bit off the fat cow roll and chewed happily. It seemed that she had forgotten her anger. She still praised: "fat cow, eat well..."

Meg's expression is a little complicated. He looks at Amy who is eating happily. As expected, the best way to appease a eater is to block her mouth with delicious food, which is more convenient than explaining anything.

"Annie, come and have something to eat, too." MEG waved to Anne.

Annie came quietly and sat down in the chair beside MEG.

"Here, I'll make you two dipping dishes." MEG gave her a new pair of chopsticks with a smile. She got up and went to the kitchen. She put out a dip dish and had to add some more dishes. As long as Amy started to eat, her combat effectiveness was no worse than that of Elena.

"My father, my dipping dish is spicy. This hotpot is not spicy at all." Amy said to Meg's back.

"All right." McGonagall's voice came from the kitchen. As a young player who can withstand abnormal spicy, this degree of spicy is not enough for Amy.

Between the hot pot, MEG roasted crayfish and oysters.

It's not healthy to eat supper late at night, but the whole family is sitting around in front of the hot pot and eating barbecue at the same time. It's really delicious.

"Forget it this time, but next time you have supper, you must remember to call me." When Amy got down from the table, she looked at MEG and Elena carefully and reminded.

"Well, next time." MEG nodded with a smile.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling let go of the claw pressing on the lobster shell, raised his head and called out, count me in.

These days, with Amy's permission, the ugly duckling becomes more and more mellow.

Annie learned Elena's elegance calmly. She put down her chopsticks and stayed quietly. However, from the slight smile on her lips, she liked the supper very much.

"Well, you go upstairs to play for a while, and then go to bed. You can't go to bed just after eating." McGonagall waved and drove the two boys upstairs. The playground could help them digest some supper.

And he started to clean up the table.

"Sean, what are you going to do with it?" Irina helped MEG clear the table and asked casually.

"I can't kill him now. If he died, he would be pushing Joe Xiu to the throne." MEG shook his head.

"Then kill them together."

"If they were all killed, Andre would immediately launch a war that would sweep the whole continent, and it would be hysterical at all costs."

"Then kill Andre as well."

McGonagall said with a smile, "you know, the most difficult person in the world to kill is him."

"The old tortoise..." Irina turned her lips, but she had to admit that Meg was right.

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"Young master, what are you looking for?" An old housekeeper followed Harrison, looking at him rummaging, clothes scattered on the floor, can not help but some helpless way.

"I'm looking for my black jacket, which looks very thin." Harrison poked his head out of the cupboard, looked at the housekeeper and said, "do you know where it is?"

As someone who is going on his first date tomorrow, Harrison is really nervous.

In order to make a good impression on Georgina, he made a lot of demands on his image, including clothes.

But he tried on a lot of clothes and looked at himself in the bronze mirror, which made him very dissatisfied. After a long time, the maid didn't find the black dress he was most fond of, so he had to look for it himself.

"You mean the black jacket you wore ten years ago?" Asked the old housekeeper.

"Yes, yes! Do you know where it is? " Harrison's eyes lit up.

"You lost it as early as nine and a half years ago, because you can't wear it." The old housekeeper shook his head. "When you made that dress, you only weighed 150 Jin. Even if you keep it till now, you can't put it on."

"Is it like this..." Harrison was a little disappointed. He didn't remember that handsome boy because of the black dress, but because he was thin.

"You see, this one was customized by you later. When it's 250 kg, if you squeeze it, it may be able to fit in." The old housekeeper found a black jacket from the pile of clothes on the ground.

"Come on, try it!" Harrison regained his interest. With the help of the old housekeeper, he reluctantly stuffed his huge body into the obviously unsuitable jacket.

"It's really a sad stomach." The clothes are barely put on, in addition to the basic hands can not move, that is like a jar of the stomach is also very tight attention.

"Young master, just wear comfortable clothes. There's no need to make yourself so embarrassed." The housekeeper looked at Harrison. "If other girls like you, it's not because of your skin, but because of your interesting soul."

"That's true." Harrison laughed, his expression solidified quickly. Looking at the old housekeeper, he doubted: "I think you are scolding me?"

"How can it be? I've seen you grow up since childhood. We'll wear this tomorrow. It seems that the soul will be more interesting." The housekeeper turned over a long shirt embroidered with a duckling on her chest from the pile of clothes. "Little girl likes this kind of fresh tune. Didn't you say that at that time?"

"Well, I'll wear this tomorrow." Harrison nodded, feeling that his old housekeeper was reliable sometimes.

"Is my soul really interesting?" When the old housekeeper went out, Harrison asked again.

"They all say that good-looking skins are the same, and interesting souls are more than 300 Jin. You, ah, meet this standard very much." The old housekeeper nodded seriously.