After cleaning up the bathroom, Mag glanced at Amy who was still asleep, put the little skirt, pantyhose and white shoes by the bed, and thought about how the little guy would look in this skirt. She was so cute, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, she took a small set of toiletries, and went out and down the stairs lightly.
Mag is already familiar with this kitchen and can’t be more familiar with it. On the stove that had no kitchen utensils last night, all the kitchen utensils needed to make Yangzhou fried rice are now ready. When I opened the refrigerator, I saw that all kinds of ingredients were also available. Next to the refrigerator In the glass pool, the prawns are happily swimming.
"It's time to show off your real cooking skills and make a loving breakfast for Xiaomi." Mag washed his hands and started washing rice and cooking.
"Father?" Not long after, 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 people. The room was stunned for a while, and then I remembered that this was the new house that my father conjured up last night, but my father didn't know where to go on the big bed beside me, so I couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and was about to get up while holding on to the small railing.
But as soon as she got up, her eyes were attracted by the little black skirt beside the bed, her eyes lit up immediately, she took the little skirt in surprise, rubbed it on her face, it felt soft and slippery, and she was happy He muttered: "This must be the skirt my father made for me. It's so beautiful. Xiaomi likes it very much."
Mag didn't know that the little guy had woken up, so he cooked the rice. The power of the rice cooker was extremely high, and the rice was cooked quickly. Although the rice was freshly cooked, the grains were distinct, crystal clear, and the fragrance was pleasant. .
"What kind of rice is this? Even if it's white rice, I think I can eat two big bowls of it." Mag couldn't help muttering, and the prawns, even if they were boiled in water, the taste would probably It is also extremely delicious.
After cleaning the various ingredients needed for a serving of Yangzhou Fried Rice, Mag's expression became extremely serious the moment he held the knife. It's something that needs to be devoted to, it's a chef's attitude.
A Chinese kitchen knife was turning flexibly in Mag's hands. Whether it was crispy winter bamboo shoots or hard-shelled prawns, they all became spare ingredients with uniform particles. After tens of thousands of knife skills, his knife skills Has become very skilled.
Of course, no chef has the luxury of practicing knife skills with these things.
Pour oil into the pot, put all kinds of ingredients into the pot in order, a strong fragrance permeates the kitchen, floats out along the door, and floats up the stairs with the door not closed. Entered the room with a gap.
Sitting on the bed, Amy, who tried her best to put on a new skirt, was giggling. It was the first time for her to wear such a beautiful skirt. It was so comfortable and soft to her body, like wearing a cloud on her body. The body is normal, light and light, but it feels very warm.
Then Amy smelled the fragrance, and her big blue eyes, which were still sleepy, lit up immediately, and sniffed her nose vigorously, "It smells so good! Could it be that Father is cooking something delicious?"
Regardless of wearing the pair of socks that were long in her eyes, Amy climbed off the bed from the ladder, put on her white shoes, and ran towards the door with her short legs.
Pushing open the door, the scent became more intense. Amy swallowed her saliva, and her little stomach couldn't help but growl. She had never smelled this scent, even in the roast goose shop on the side of the square. The smell of roast goose at the door was not half as good as this smell, and the steps down the stairs became lighter, and I wished I could fly to the kitchen to see what delicious food my father was cooking.
"It smells so good, what delicious food is Father doing..." Amy walked into the kitchen, and before she finished speaking, she looked at the woman who was wearing a simple and plain white and black chef uniform, with long curly hair and beard cut off. The back view of Mag, the words behind him stopped abruptly, the blue eyes were wide open, and they were full of inconceivable colors. Is this person really Father
"Huh? Is Xiaomi awake?" Mag heard the voice, and turned to look towards the door in surprise.
The little guy has changed into a black luoli skirt, a gothic-style skirt, and white shoes with pink butterflies. The appearance at the door is really cute and cute. Looking at his expression, he was shocked by his current appearance, and said with a smile: "Why, you can't recognize your father after just sleeping?"
"It's really Father!" Amy blinked and exclaimed in surprise. His long curly hair has turned into a better-looking short hair, his prickly beard is gone, his clothes have become clean and beautiful, and the smile on his face looks bright and comfortable, and, more importantly, Father looks different today. It is so tall, like a giant standing up all at once, and its straight body is like a big tree.
"Father seems to have grown taller today, as tall as a big tree, and has become so handsome and beautiful." Xiaomi happily moved over.
"Has it gotten taller?" Mag looked down, probably because his stooped body had straightened up, and he had changed into a fitted and straight clothes, so he looked a little taller. Of course, things like becoming handsome are even more gratifying. Sure enough, the little girl still likes the uncle who looks refreshing.
The little guy's eyes were quickly attracted by the pot that Mag was stirring, and he stood on tiptoes looking around, and asked curiously: "But my lord, what is delicious in the pot? Why does it smell so good, even better than roast goose? Millet is hungry... "
"This is Yangzhou fried rice. This is what we had for breakfast today. There are small pink toothbrushes and tooth cups over there. Millet has brushed his teeth and washed his face so he can have breakfast, okay?" Mag said with a smile, trying his best to Let your voice be softer. In his previous life, he treated people a little coldly and never laughed when talking to people. Now he is trying to adapt to the role of a kind father. He wants to give Amy the warmth of the whole world.
"Okay." Amy nodded obediently, looked at the pot again, and then walked aside full of reluctance to pick up a toothbrush and a small cup, and started the first time under Mag's guidance. Brush your teeth with a toothbrush.
Mag carefully stir-fried the fried rice, turned off the heat, and out of the pot, a bowl of brightly colored Yangzhou fried rice was finished.
"Wow, what a beautiful fried rice! Father is so awesome." Amy ran over just after brushing her teeth. Looking at the mixed Yangzhou fried rice, her eyes lit up all of a sudden, seriously. praised.
"Well, I think so too." Mag nodded, the smile on his face couldn't be hidden, and he felt a sense of accomplishment.
Amy leaned forward to smell it, couldn't help swallowing, looked up at Mag, pouted and said coquettishly: "It smells so good, Father, Xiaomi wants to eat Yangzhou fried rice."
"It's all yours!" Seeing the little guy acting like a baby, Mag's heart was about to melt, and a voice in his heart was shouting, but he held back, reached out and wiped a little foam from the corner of the little guy's mouth, shaking Shaking his head, he said, "Not now, you have to wash your hands before eating in the future."
"Father, please move faster." Amy took Mag's hand and walked towards the pool.
McGonagall raised her eyebrows, as if something was wrong, and she was disgusted by the little guy.
After the little guy washed his hands, Mag took the plate of Yangzhou fried rice to the table where he had eaten yesterday. Amy had already sat on the seat, holding a small spoon in her hand, and walked out of Mag with a look full of expectations. From the beginning, he kept staring at the fried rice in his hand.
"Eat." Mag put down the plate, smiled and touched the little guy's head.