MTL - Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant (A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World)-Chapter 7 breakfast with love

Cleaning up the bathroom, McGonagall looked at Amy, who was still asleep, put a small skirt, tights and white shoes on the bedside, and filled the little guy with a smile on the skirt. Very cute, the corners of the mouth couldn't help but rise up, and took a small set of toiletries, and went downstairs lightly.

This kitchen Meg is already familiar and can no longer be familiar with it. On the stove top where there was no kitchen utensils last night, the kitchen utensils needed to make Yangzhou fried rice are now ready. When you open the refrigerator, all kinds of ingredients are also available, next to the refrigerator. In the glass pool, the prawns are happily wandering.

“It’s time to show the real cooking and make a love breakfast for Xiaomi.” McGonagall washed his hands and began to cook rice.

"Father Dad?" Not long after, in the second floor room, Amy stumbled over, but did not touch the familiar person, staggered his eyes, sat up and looked at some strange The room was stunned for a while, only to remember that this was the new house that my father had changed out last night. It was just a big bed on the side of the father. I didn’t know where to go. I couldn’t help but feel anxious, and I would climb up the small railing.

But just got up, her eyes were attracted by the black skirt at the bedside. The eyes suddenly lit up, and I took a small skirt in surprise. I put it on my face, it was soft and smooth, happy. Ruan said: "This must be the father's adult to give me a small skirt, so beautiful, Xiaomi likes it."

McGonagall didn't know that the little guy had woke up and cooked the rice. The power of the rice cooker was very high, and the rice was cooked very quickly. Although the rice that was cooked was just cooked, it was grainy, crystal clear, and the fragrance was gratifying. .

"What the rice is, even if it is white rice, I think I can eat two bowls." McGonagall couldn't help but snorted, and the prawns, even if they were put into the water, they boiled and cooked. It is also extremely delicious.

I took a variety of ingredients to clean the amount of Yangzhou fried rice. The moment I took the knife, Meg’s look became extremely serious. This is his experience in the kitchen space, cooking. It is a thing that needs to be fully committed. This is the attitude of a chef.

A Chinese kitchen knife is flexibly rotated in the hands of McGonagall. Whether it is a crisp winter bamboo shoot or a hard prawn with a hard shell, it has become a spare food with even particles. After tens of thousands of knife exercises, his knife It has become very skilled.

Of course, no chef can practice knife work with these things as luxuriously as he does.

Pour the oil into the pot, and put all the ingredients into the pot in order. A rich fragrance will permeate the kitchen, float out along the door, and float down the stairs without closing the door. Into the room where a slit was left.

Sitting on the bed, Amy, who tried to put on the new dress, was giggling. She was wearing such a beautiful dress for the first time. It was so comfortable and softly attached to the body, just like wearing the clouds. The body is generally light, but it feels very warm.

Then Amy smelled the scent, and the blue eyes that had some sleepy eyes immediately lit up and sniffed the nose. "Good fragrance! Is it true that the father is doing something delicious?"

She couldn't wear the long socks in her eyes. Amy climbed out of the bed from a ladder, put on white shoes, and ran with her little short legs in the direction of the door.

Pushing open the door, the scent is more intense, Amy swallowed a slobber, and the little belly couldn’t help but scream. This scent is something she never smelled, even the roast goose shop on the side of the square. The smell of roast goose smelled at the door is not half that of the fragrance. The footsteps of the downstairs have become more brisk, so I can't wait to fly to the kitchen at once to see what the father is doing.

"The smell of good fragrance, what the father is doing is delicious..." Amy went into the kitchen, but she hadn’t finished talking. She looked at a simple white and black chef’s suit, cut long curly hair and The back of McGonagall, the words behind it stopped, the blue eyes were wide, and the inside was full of incredible colors. Is this person really a father?

"Well? Is Xiaomi already awake?" McGonagall heard the sound, and some unexpectedly turned his head to look at the door.

The little guy has put on a black luoli skirt, a gothic-style skirt with white little shoes with pink butterflies, and a sleep, the supple silver hair curled up and squinted. The appearance of the door was so cute and cute, and the expression was shocked by his current appearance. He said with a smile: "Why, I can't recognize my father after I slept?"

"Really father!" Amy blinked and cried. His long curly hair turned into a better looking short hair, the beard of the hand was gone, the clothes became clean, the smile on his face looked bright and comfortable, and, more importantly, the father and the grown-up looked like today. Being tall, like a giant standing up at once, the straight body is like a big tree.

"My father is like a tall man today, as tall as a big tree, and he is so handsome, so look good." Xiaomi happy to come over.

"Is it getting higher?" McGonagall looked down. It was probably that the body that was squatting was straight, and it was replaced with a well-fitting dress, so it looked taller. Of course, it’s even more fun to be handsome, and sure enough, the little girl still likes the uncle who looks refreshed.

The little guy’s gaze was quickly attracted to the pot that McGonagall was sizzling. He looked at his toes and asked with curiosity: "But the father, what is delicious in the pot?" Why do you smell so fragrant, more fragrant than roast goose? Xiaomi is hungry..."

"This is Yangzhou fried rice. Our breakfast today is this. There are pink small toothbrushes and tooth cups on the other side, Xiaomi brushing my teeth, washing my face just to have breakfast, okay." Meg said with a smile, try to Let his voice soften. He used to be a bit cold in his previous life. He never laughed when he talked to people. He is now trying to adapt to the role of a kind father. He wants to give Amy the warmth of the world.

"Okay." Amy nodded cleverly, and looked at the pot again. It was full of reluctance to go to the side and pick up the toothbrush and the small cup. It started for the first time under the guidance of McGonagall. Brush your teeth with a toothbrush.

McGonagall seriously fry fried rice, turn off the fire, and go out to the pot. A bowl of brightly colored Yangzhou fried rice is finished.

"Wow, so beautiful fried rice! Father is awesome." Amy just brushed her teeth, and ran over, watching Yangzhou fried rice mixed in various colors, his eyes lit up, serious Praise.

"Well, I think so too." McGonagall nodded, how the smile on his face could not be hidden, and his sense of accomplishment was full.

Amy sneaked up and smelled it. She couldn't help but swallow her mouth. She looked up at McGonagall and muttered a small mouth and said, "Good fragrance, father, adult, millet wants to eat Yang... Yangzhou fried rice."

"All of you are yours!" McGonagall looked at the little guy's spoiled look, his heart was sprouting, and there was a voice in his heart shouting, but he still resisted, reaching out and wiping a little foam on the corner of the little guy's mouth, shaking Shaking his head: "Now, don't wash your hands before eating."

"That father is moving faster." Amy took McGonagall's hand and walked toward the pool.

McGonagall raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little bit wrong, he was even rejected by the little guy.

The little guy washed his hands, and McGonagall took the Yangzhou fried rice to the table where he had finished the meal yesterday. Amy had already sat in the position, holding a small spoon in his hand, full of anticipation and going out from McGonagall. I have been staring at the fried rice in his hand.

"Eat." McGonagall put the plate down and smiled and touched the little guy's head.