"Young Master, you shouldn't be going back this time." Ingway looked at the beautiful girl on horseback at the back door of the elf embassy, with a worried expression on his face.
"Isn't Master Bloor still in the embassy?" Bloor looked at Ingway with a smile, and said with some relief: "I just go back, I may not do anything, maybe I won't meet them , you don't need to worry."
"Master, if your identity is exposed, not only those villains will not be able to spare you, but many people in the elves will also want to kill you, and it will be extremely detrimental to our Bebile family." Still deeply sad.
"Don't worry, even if I die, I won't hurt the family. Let's go." Bloor raised his hand, pinched the horse's belly, and the horse rushed out.
"well."
Ingway stood at the door for a long time and sighed softly.
"If I were three hundred years younger, maybe I would go with the third young master today..."
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It is commonplace for Mag to be praised for making delicious food, but few people can appreciate and praise his cooking style.
Therefore, little Anna Luoli looked at him adoringly, her eyes and words did not conceal her admiration for him, which made him feel ecstatic, even the kitchen knife in his hand became much lighter unconsciously.
The kitchen knife was retracted, and a large round potato had now turned into a pile of rice-sized potato grains, each of which was very uniform.
"During this period of time, Anna practiced how to cut a potato into potato dices. When she can make each one the same size, she will be able to practice the knife skills in the first stage." Mag looked at Amy who looked admiring. Said.
"Well, okay." Anna nodded obediently, took out a slightly smaller Chinese kitchen knife from the box, pressed the round potato with her small hand, and then carefully moved the knife towards it. The potato slid away from under her little hand and rolled into the sink beside her.
"oh!"
Anna froze for a moment, then hurriedly got off the stool, picked up the potato with her toes, pressed it on the cutting board, and continued to try to slice it.
McGonagall stood aside and watched for a while, without mentioning anything or stepping up to teach. For a pure novice child, it would be better to give her some time to explore by herself, so as not to make the process too boring.
Moreover, the little guy's strength and hands-on ability are somewhat beyond his expectations. It is very difficult for ordinary human children to hold a knife when they are four or five years old, but Anna seems to hold the knife quite easily, and the movements of cutting vegetables are also modeled. So, I'm just still figuring out the right way.
"With the experience of traveling abroad for a long time, and the physical bonus of the elves, with this level, it should be no problem to learn some simple dishes." Mag nodded in satisfaction, looked away, and began to prepare for the evening business. For the ingredients, I asked for leave at noon today, and the resentment of the guests is probably not small.
For more than two hours, Mag was preparing ingredients on the side, and Anna stood on the stool and kept cutting potatoes. A pile of potato granules like hills had been piled up on the big plate beside them, with uneven sizes, but from bottom to bottom You can see that these potato grains are gradually becoming uniform. Although there are still some differences in shape, the progress is quite obvious.
"Anna is amazing. She has been cutting all afternoon, and she still insists on continuing to cut." Yabei Mia stood at the door of the kitchen and said with some admiration.
"Yeah, if it were me, it would be over before I finish cutting a potato." Barbara also nodded. This little guy seems to have a huge amount of energy in his small body.
There was a gratifying smile on Sally's face. The boss was a kind person. If Anna could learn how to cook from him, she would definitely become an excellent chef in the future. Living in the city of chaos, with a After the recognized identity, there is no need to worry about being caught back.
Mag glanced at the pile of potatoes, nodded slightly, and felt ashamed to say that Anna's current level has far surpassed his previous life's level of cutting vegetables. The so-called talent is probably like this.
"Father, I'm back!"
Knocking on the door and Amy’s voice sounded from outside. The ugly duckling sleeping on the counter suddenly opened his eyes, slid down the counter, and ran towards the door. Yabei Mia opened the door, and Amy Jumping in the door, just kicked the ugly duckling flying up excitedly.
"Meow~"
The ugly duckling rolled backwards twice, sat down on the ground, and looked up at Amy with some resentment.
"Be careful next time, ugly duckling." Amy warned the ugly duckling, greeted Yabei Mia and the others, and continued bouncing towards the kitchen.
"Huh? Miss Anna? Why are you here?"
Amy walked to the door and looked at Anna showing a bit of surprise. Her eyes fell on the small apron on her body and the kitchen knife in her hand, and her expression became even more surprised.
"This... Xiaomi, Anna is..." Mag looked at Amy, thinking about how to explain this. He was a little worried that Amy would have some bad emotions because he taught Anna to cook. For him, his family affection is the only one.
"Oh! I see, Miss Anna must have come to learn how to cook from my father! Isn't that right?" Before Mag could finish speaking, Amy's eyes lit up and she asked happily.
"Yeah, Amy, starting today, I'm going to learn how to cook from Uncle McGonagall, and I'll make delicious food for you after I learn it." Anna turned to look at Amy, her face full of tears. He nodded seriously.
"Okay, okay! In this way, not only my father can cook delicious food for me, but Miss Anna can also cook delicious food for me. This is so happy!" Amy nodded happily and jumped into the room. In the kitchen, she looked curiously at the potato chips and various small knives in front of Anna.
Mag raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he was thinking too much. During this period of time, the friendship between the two little guys had grown by leaps and bounds, so he didn't care about this issue at all.
"Amy, do you want to learn how to cook with me? Cooking is very interesting." Anna asked Amy who was full of curiosity.
McGonagall also looked at Amy when he heard the words. Of course, he had thought about such things as a daughter inheriting her father's business, but Amy has always been more interested in eating than cooking, so he didn't think much about it. It is best to let children do what they like.
"I think you and your father are both cooking. If I cook too, no one will be responsible for eating. It's not right to waste like this. So, I decided that I won't learn to cook anymore, and I will be responsible for eating." Amy shook her head firmly.
"This seems to be right." Anna thought for a while, then nodded.