Early in the morning, as soon as Mag opened his eyes, he saw Amy sitting at the head of the bed like a duck, looking at him with a worried look.
"What's wrong, Xiaomi? Why did you wake up so early today?" Mag sat up and asked softly.
"I dreamed last night that the kindest, most loving man in the world fell down."
"Then what?"
"So when I woke up, I wanted to ask you, does it hurt?"
Amy stretched out her little hand and touched Mag's forehead, her little face full of worry.
Mag felt his heart tremble. How could the little guy be so sweet this morning? It was almost sweet to his heart.
"Father is fine. Although he fell down, he jumped up before he hit the ground. Look, everything is fine." Mag smiled and raised his arm, smiling happily.
"Father is fine, that's great." Amy also had a smile on her face.
"Okay, then father, please get up and prepare something delicious for you." Mag touched the little guy's head, got up from the bed, washed up and went downstairs, and then noticed a video record of the system in his mind.
Mag drank water and clicked on the video record.
In the video, two minotaur demons attacked the restaurant, but were bounced off by the restaurant's defense system, almost choking Mag who was drinking water.
"Are there two stupid thieves here in the middle of the night? But the system's rebound technique is quite interesting." Mag, who finally stopped coughing, praised the system in his mind for a rare moment. It's a pity that there is no Internet in this world. , otherwise this video will definitely become popular.
Putting down the water glass, Mag couldn't help but want to go out to see if the wooden door that had been kicked yesterday and had a stone thrown away was broken. When he opened the door, an envelope fell from the door handle.
"This is?"
Mag picked up the envelope. On the green envelope was written in elegant handwriting: Mr. McGonagall personally opened it.
"Who wrote me the letter? I don't have any friends to whom I need to send letters." Mag was a little confused. The handwriting looked like a woman's. "This shouldn't be a love letter, right?"
Mag murmured and prepared to open the envelope.
"Has anyone written a love letter to Father?" Amy, who came downstairs at some unknown time, came over and looked at the envelope in Mag's hand with curiosity.
"No, no, this is just an ordinary letter." Mag shook his head quickly. Although he was touched just now, it is undeniable that the little guy still has the status of a spy, and some words cannot reach Irina. In the ears, otherwise I can’t explain it even if I try to explain it.
"It's okay, Father, I won't tell sister Irina, just read me what is written in the letter." Amy begged, shaking Mag's arm.
"Okay, okay, I'll read it." Mag was so shaken by Amy that she opened the envelope and read: "Mr. Mag, I love you..."
Mag only read one sentence, but couldn't read the rest.
"This...this is really a love letter!!!"
"Shouldn't a professional love letter first express the pain of longing for the missing love, then implicitly express one's love, and finally end with a topic?!"
"How can you get straight to the point right from the beginning! This level of writing...can only be written by elementary school students, right?"
Mag's complaining spirit has begun to stir wildly.
But when it came to love letters, he remembered that when he was young, he had a crush on the little girl with a ponytail at the front table. After enduring the pain of lovesickness for three days, he still couldn't help but write a love letter eloquently. The specific content He still remembers, probably:
oh! My Juliet…
Well, Mag doesn’t want to recall too much.
In short, he was indeed a little surprised by this straightforward opening.
"It's really a love letter! Who could have written it? Does she want to be my mother?" Amy looked at the envelope in Mag's hand with curiosity, and many people had already appeared in her mind.
"Sister Jina can't write, then sister Mia, sister Elizabeth, sister Barbara, sister Phyllis, sister Gloria, teacher Luna, sister Hill...and sister Sheryl, they seem to They are all interested in father... Then who wrote the love letter? Sister Irina has so many love rivals, what should I do..." Amy muttered in a low voice, with a distressed expression on her face.
"Um...Xiaomi, actually this might just be a prank. Who in this era still writes love letters so old-fashioned, hahaha..." Mag smiled awkwardly but politely, although he was also quite curious about this. Who wrote it, but as soon as I heard Amy's muttering, a chill ran down my back.
If this reaches Irina's ears, I don't know how many washboards will have to be broken to cover it up.
"It's okay, Father, I will definitely help you find the person who writes you a love letter." Amy smiled and reassured.
"I'm even more afraid of you..." Mag said silently in his heart.
…
Phyllis was the first to arrive at the restaurant as usual.
As soon as Phyllis walked in, Amy came forward and asked with a smile: "Sister Bean Sprout, do you like father?"
"Ah?" Phyllis was stunned for a moment. When she came back to her senses and realized what question Amy was asking, her face suddenly turned red. She glanced at Mag who was standing aside with a look of despair, and quickly retracted her question. He looked at her, pinched the corner of his clothes, and said with some trepidation: "I...I...the boss is a very good person, I...I think everyone will like him."
"That is to say, you also like my father?" Amy blinked and whispered: "I treat you as my sister, but you want to be my mother..."
"I...I'm not..." Phyllis's face was as red as a red apple, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in shyly.
"Then have you written a love letter to your father?" Amy then asked.
"Love letter?" Phyllis was stunned for a moment, but this time she shook her head decisively, "No."
"Okay, I believe you." Amy nodded, a little disappointed.
"Has anyone written a love letter to Mr. McGonagall? Who is going to attack Mr. McGonagall?" Phyllis entered the kitchen and felt her heart lifted.
Next in the restaurant were Mia, Elizabeth and Barbara.
"Sister Mia, sister Elizabeth and sister Barbara, do you like your father?" Amy looked at the three of them and asked.
"I like it, I like the boss very much." Mia nodded seriously.
Elizabeth glanced at Mag and said, "He is a good man."
Barbara also glanced at Mag, coughed lightly and said, "I don't like men."
"Then did you write a love letter to him?"
Amy then asked.
