Another rare day off.
Early in the morning, Amy sat up from the bed, stretched out her hands, rubbed her groggy eyes, climbed onto the big bed, and knelt down beside Mag's pillow. She was about to wake him up, but when she saw Mag, who followed calmly, stopped his little hand again.
"Father works so hard, so let him have a good sleep on his days off." Amy retracted her little hand, leaned over and kissed Mag's cheek gently, then got out of bed lightly and walked toward the girl who was still there. The ugly duckling, who was trying hard to climb onto the bed, waved, picked it up, opened the door and walked downstairs. After exiting the door, he whispered: "Ugly duckling, don't disturb father. He works hard every day."
"Meow meow~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy with a vague understanding, but his voice suddenly became much smaller.
"My father cooks for me every day. Today I decided that I will make a loving breakfast for my father." After going downstairs, Amy put the ugly duckling down, then brought a small stool over and stood on it. , and then stood on tiptoes to take off the small apron hanging by the door.
Aunt Bernice had given it to her, but she had hardly used it.
Amy imitated her father's behavior, tied an apron on her body, then moved the small bench into the kitchen, washed her hands, then ran to the refrigerator and looked at the various ingredients inside, revealing a few Divided into difficult colors.
"There are so many meats and vegetables, what should I do?"
"Meow meow~~" the ugly duckling exchanged while using its paws to pull the glass fish tank aside, with a look of anticipation on its fat face.
"No, father said that breakfast should be lighter and no fish should be eaten." Amy shook her head.
"Meow meow~!"
The ugly duckling ran to the other side of the fish tank and screamed at the area where the prawns were.
"Prawn shrimp is a good choice." Amy nodded, then picked up the small net, stood on the small bench and fished out two fat prawns with some difficulty.
Snap, a prawn unwilling to accept its fate fell out of the small net bag, fell to the ground, and tried to jump towards the sewer pipe. .
"Meow!" The ugly duckling came over, raised a paw, and held down the prawn.
"Ugly duckling, you did a good job." Amy came over and grabbed the prawn as big as her palm from under the ugly duckling's paws. "I will reward you with a shrimp head later."
"Meow meow meow~~" the ugly duckling called excitedly.
"In addition to prawns, we also need some beans, beef, and mushrooms... By the way, how should we turn on the fire? Forget it, let's just burn a fireball... Oh! It seems that the fire is a bit too strong. How can the bottom of the pot change? What if it becomes a hole? No, we have to do it all over again..."
Amy was tinkering in the kitchen alone, making some strange noises from time to time.
Mag was woken up by the smell of smoke.
"What does this smell like?" Mag opened her eyes in confusion, and naturally looked at the crib. She could see Amy in her sleep every morning, but today there was no sign of her. There was no one on the bed!
"Amy!" Mag suddenly fell out of bed, walked to the crib in two steps, and touched the quilt. There was no human body temperature anymore. It was obvious that the little guy had been up for a while.
"Where are you going?" Without even bothering to change clothes, Mag opened the door and walked out in his pajamas. A smell of burnt and smoky smells suddenly hit his face, making Mag couldn't help coughing twice.
"What is the little guy doing? Setting fire to the house?" Mag was startled. The smoke and burnt smell were obviously coming from downstairs. With this attitude, even if he was told that there was a fire downstairs, he would not With a little doubt, he hurriedly walked downstairs.
"It still looks a bit strange. I wonder if Father will like it. Come on, ugly duckling, take another bite..." Mag just walked to the kitchen door and stopped when he heard Amy's words. .
"Is Amy making breakfast for me?" Mag showed a hint of surprise, and her heart suddenly felt warm. The little guy got up quietly and secretly went downstairs to make breakfast for him.
Mag didn't speak in a hurry, but secretly poked his head out to look into the kitchen, and then saw a strange scene:
Amy held a long spoon in her hand, which contained a viscous black soup. She walked slowly towards the ugly duckling with a smile on her face.
The ugly duckling retreated step by step until it reached the corner with no way to retreat. Looking at the dark soup with big eyes, it stood up with its two front legs in horror, covered its face, and looked angry. Loveless look.
"Ugly duckling, it's okay. Although the taste may be a little weird, this is for my father after all. At least I have to make sure that I won't die after eating it. So, you can only test the poison." Amy smiled. He stretched out his hand and pried off one of the ugly duckling's fat claws.
"Meow~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy with a resentful look, are you a devil? You don’t even know if you can eat it, so just give it to me!
Mag looked at this scene and suddenly felt dumbfounded.
Looking at the kitchen again, Mag's smile gradually showed a hint of helplessness. Although it was generally neat, he looked at the three pots that had burned through the bottom of the pots neatly arranged on the side, and the ball jumping on the stove. Fireball, this is simply a kitchen terminator.
Mag, who couldn't bear to see Amy continue to let the ugly duckling test poison, came out, stood at the door and looked at Amy with a smile and said, "Xiaomi, why did you get up so early?"
"Father!" Amy was slightly startled, turned to look at Mag, hid the spoon behind her back, and whispered in frustration: "Because Xiaomi feels that Father is working too hard, so I want to I got up to make breakfast for my father, but...but..."
"It turns out that Xiaomi made breakfast for my father. No wonder I could always smell the fragrance in my sleep just now. Let me see what delicious food Xiaomi has made." Mag walked into the restaurant with a smile and came straight to When I got to the stove, my eyelids couldn't help but twitch as I looked at the pot of dark brown stew still bubbling on top.
"This is prawn and shrimp stew with beans, beef stew, mushroom stew, stew..." Amy counted the various ingredients with her fingers, and almost listed all the ingredients in the refrigerator, and then looked at it with anticipation. Mag said: "Father, do you like to eat?"
Mag looked at Amy's big blue eyes. The little guy obviously had no interest in cooking, but he had put so much effort into making him a breakfast. Although the smell that hit his nostrils was a bit strange, the thoughtfulness But he was so moved that he smiled and touched Amy's head and said, "Well, dad likes it, thank you Xiaomi."
