After cleaning up the bathroom, Mag glanced at Amy who was still sleeping. She put the skirt, pantyhose and white shoes beside the bed. She thought about how the little one would look in this skirt. She was so cute that she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She grabbed a small set of toiletries and walked out and downstairs quietly.
Mag is already familiar with this kitchen. On the stove where there was no kitchen utensils last night, all the kitchen utensils needed to make Yangzhou fried rice are now ready. When I open the refrigerator, I see that all kinds of ingredients are also available. Next to the refrigerator In the glass pool, the prawns are swimming happily.
"It's time to show off your true 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 did not touch anyone familiar. She opened her eyes in a daze, sat up and looked at some unfamiliar people. The room was stunned for a while, and then I remembered that this was the new house that my father had conjured up last night, but the big bed beside me didn't know where my father had gone. I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and I 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 black skirt beside the bed. Her eyes suddenly lit up. She took the skirt in surprise and rubbed it on her face. It felt soft and smooth, and she was happy. He muttered: "This must be my father who made me a small skirt. It's so beautiful. Xiaomi likes it so much."
Mag didn't know that the little guy had woken up yet, so he cooked the rice. The power of this rice cooker was extremely high, and the rice was cooked quickly. Although the rice was freshly cooked, it had clear grains, crystal clear color, and a pleasant fragrance. .
"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 but muttered, and the prawns, even if they were boiled casually in water, the taste would be about It's also extremely delicious.
He took the amount of various ingredients required for a serving of Yangzhou fried rice and washed them. The moment he held the knife, Mag's expression became extremely serious. This was the experience he gained in the Kitchen God space. Cooking It is something that requires full dedication, which is the attitude of a chef.
A Chinese kitchen knife rotated flexibly in Mag's hand. Whether it was crispy winter bamboo shoots or hard-shelled prawns, they all turned into spare ingredients with even grains. After practicing tens of thousands of knife skills, his knife skills improved. Has become very skilled.
Of course, no chef has the luxury of practicing his knife skills with these things.
Pour oil into the pot and put the various ingredients into the pot in order. A strong fragrance filled the kitchen, floated out along the door, and floated up the stairs without closing the door. Entered the room with a gap left.
Amy, who was sitting on the bed and trying 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 against her body, as if she were wearing clouds. The body is wet, light and fluffy, but feels very warm.
Then Amy smelled the fragrance, and her big blue eyes, which were still a little sleepy, immediately lit up, and she sniffed her nose vigorously, "It smells so good! Is your father making something delicious?"
Regardless of wearing those long socks in her eyes, Amy climbed out of the bed from the ladder, put on her white shoes, and ran towards the door with her short legs.
When she opened the door, the aroma became even stronger. Amy swallowed and her stomach growled. She had never smelled this kind of aroma, not even from the roast goose shop next to the square. The smell of roast goose at the door was not half as good as this one. My steps downstairs became more brisk, and I wanted to fly to the kitchen to see what delicious food my father was making.
"It smells so good. Father is making something delicious..." Amy walked into the kitchen. Before she could finish her words, she looked at the chef wearing a simple and plain white and black uniform, with long curly hair and beard cut off. Looking at Mag's back, the words behind him stopped abruptly. His blue eyes were wide open and full of disbelief. Is this person really his father?
"Huh? Is Xiaomi awake already?" Mag heard the voice and turned to look at the door in surprise.
The little guy had already put on a black loli skirt, a gothic-style skirt, and white shoes with pink butterflies. After a good sleep, his silky silver hair raised a strand of stupid hair, and he opened his mouth slightly. He looked really cute and cute at the door. His expression showed that he was shocked by his current appearance. He smiled and said, "Why, you just fell asleep and you can't recognize your father?"
"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 cleaner and nicer, and the smile on his face looks so bright and comfortable. And, more importantly, his father looks better today. He was so tall, like a giant who stood up all of a sudden, his body as straight as a big tree.
"Father seems to have grown taller today, as tall as a tree, and he has become so handsome and good-looking." Xiaomi came over happily.
"Has he gotten taller?" Mag lowered his head and glanced. It was probably because his originally stooped body had straightened up and he had put on clothes that fit and straight, so he looked taller. Of course, becoming handsome is even more fun. As expected, little girls still like uncles who look refreshing.
The little guy's eyes were quickly attracted to the pot that Mag was stirring. He stood on tiptoes and looked around, while asking curiously: "But father, what's in the pot that's delicious?" Why does it smell so delicious, even better than roast goose? Xiaomi is so hungry..."
"This is Yangzhou fried rice. This is what we have for breakfast today. There are small pink toothbrushes and tooth cups over there. Xiaomi brushes his teeth and washes his face just in time to have breakfast, okay." Mag said with a smile, trying his best Let his voice be softer. In his previous life, he was a bit cold towards others and would never smile when talking to others. Now he is trying to adapt to the role of a kind father. He wants to give Amy the warmth of the world.
"Okay." Amy nodded obediently, glanced at the pot again, then walked to the side with reluctance, picked up a toothbrush and a small cup, and started her first time under Mag's guidance. Brush your teeth with a toothbrush.
Mag carefully stir-fried the fried rice, turned off the heat, and took it out of the pan. A bowl of brightly colored Yangzhou fried rice was completed.
"Wow, what a beautiful fried rice! Father, it's so great." Amy just brushed her teeth and ran over. Looking at the Yangzhou fried rice mixed with various colors, her eyes suddenly lit up. Seriously Praise.
"Well, I think so too." Mag nodded, unable to hide the smile on his face, feeling full of accomplishment.
Amy stepped forward to smell it, couldn't help but swallow her saliva, looked up at Mag, pouted her little mouth and said coquettishly: "It smells so good, father, Xiaomi wants to eat Yang...Yangzhou fried rice."
"It's all yours!" Mag looked at the little guy's coquettish look, and his heart almost melted. There was a voice shouting in his heart, but he still held it back, stretched out his hand to wipe away a little foam from the corner of the little guy's mouth, and shook it He shook his head and said, "Not now. From now on, you have to wash your hands before eating."
"Then father, please move faster." Amy took Mag's hand and walked toward the pool.
Mag raised his eyebrows, as if something was wrong, and he was actually disliked by the little guy.
After the little guy washed his hands, Magna took the plate of Yangzhou fried rice to the table where he had eaten yesterday. Amy had already sat down, holding a small spoon in her hand, and left Magna with expectant eyes. From the beginning, I kept staring at the fried rice in his hand.
"Eat." Mag put the plate down and patted the little guy's head with a smile.
