“It smells so good~~”
A somewhat confused voice came from the direction of the stairs.
Irina and Mag, who were enjoying their meal, froze at the same time and looked back towards the stairs.
Amy rubbed her groggy eyes and stood at the top of the stairs, looking at them with slightly squinted eyes.
The ugly duckling yawned, stepped on the air, jumped down, and hit the corner of the table. He raised his head in confusion and called out to Mag.
Annie also poked her head out from behind the stairs, her bright eyes curiously looking at the steaming hot pot on the table.
"Father! Mother! You are eating midnight snacks behind our backs again! And the food is hot pot!" Perhaps the smell was too tempting, Amy suddenly woke up and said angrily.
"Forehead……"
There was a bit of embarrassment in Mag's smile.
"You're awake, do you want to come over and eat something together?" Irina picked up a piece of beef roll, looked at Amy and Annie and said with a smile.
"Okay!" A smile suddenly appeared on Amy's swollen face. She jumped forward, bit off the piece of fat beef roll, and chewed it happily. It seemed that she had thrown away all the forgotten anger. In the back of my mind, I didn't forget to praise: "The fat beef is delicious..."
Mag looked at Amy who was happily eating with a complicated expression. Sure enough, the best way to appease a foodie was to cover her mouth with delicious food. It was easier and faster than explaining anything.
"Annie, come over and have something to eat." Mag waved to Anne.
Annie walked over quietly and sat down on the chair next to Mag.
"Here, watch it by yourself while I go and prepare two dipping dishes for you." Mag smiled and gave her a new pair of chopsticks, got up and walked towards the kitchen. After taking out the dipping dishes, she needed to add some more dishes. Amy only needed She started eating, but her fighting ability was no worse than Irina's.
"Father, my dipping dish needs to be spicier. This hot pot is not spicy at all." Amy said towards Mag's back.
"Okay." Mag's voice came from the kitchen. As a young contestant who can withstand abnormally spicy food, this level of spicy food is indeed not enough for Amy.
While eating hot pot, Mag went to grill some crayfish and oysters.
Although eating supper late at night is not very healthy, the whole family can sit around in front of the hot pot, cooking the hot pot and eating barbecue at the same time. It feels so good and enjoyable.
"Forget it this time, but next time you have a midnight snack, you must remember to call me." When Amy came down from the table after eating, she did not forget to look at Mag and Irina seriously and reminded them.
"Okay, definitely next time." Mag nodded with a smile.
"Meow~" The ugly duckling released its little claws pressing on the lobster shell before it was finished, raised its head and called out, "Count me in."
These days, with Amy's permission and letting myself go, the ugly duckling has become increasingly mellow.
Annie learned from Irina's elegance and calmness. She put down her chopsticks and stayed aside quietly. However, judging from the slight smile on her lips, she still liked this late-night snack very much.
"Okay, you guys go upstairs and play for a while before going to bed. You just finished eating, so you can't go to bed and lie down." Mag waved his hand and drove the two little guys upstairs. The playground can help them digest some late night snacks.
And he began to clear the table.
"Sean, what are you going to do?" Irina asked casually as she helped Mag clear the table.
"We can't kill him now. If he dies, it will be like directly pushing Qiao Xiu to the throne." Mag shook his head.
"Then let's kill them together."
"If they were all killed, Andre would probably immediately launch a war that would sweep across the entire continent, and it would be hysterical and no matter the cost."
"Then kill Andre too."
Mag smiled: "You know, he is the most difficult person to kill in the world."
"The old turtle..." Irina pouted, but she had to admit that Mag's words were right.
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"Master, what are you looking for?" An old housekeeper followed Harrison and said helplessly as he watched him rummaging through the boxes and clothes scattered on the floor.
"I'm looking for my black jacket, the one that looks particularly slim when I wear it." Harrison poked his head out of the cabinet, looked at the old housekeeper and said, "Do you know where it is?"
As someone who was about to go on his first date tomorrow, Harrison was indeed a little nervous.
In order to leave a good impression on Georgina, he made many requirements for his image, including clothing.
But he tried on many clothes and looked at himself in the bronze mirror, which made him very dissatisfied. He asked the maid to search for a long time but could not find the black clothes that he loved most, so he had to look for it himself.
"Are you talking about the black jacket you wore ten years ago?" the old housekeeper asked.
"Yes, yes! Do you know where it is?" Harrison's eyes lit up.
"You threw it away nine and a half years ago because you couldn't wear it." The old butler shook his head, "You were only 150 pounds when I customized that dress. Even if you keep it now, you still can't wear it. It’s over.”
"It looks like this..." Harrison felt a little disappointed. It turned out that the handsome young man in his impression was not because of the black clothes, but because he had lost weight back then.
"You see, this was re-customized by you later. At 250 pounds, if you squeeze a little, this dress might fit in." The old housekeeper found a black jacket from the pile of clothes on the ground. .
"Come on, try it!" Harrison regained his interest, and with the help of the old butler, he reluctantly stuffed his huge body into this obviously unfitting jacket.
"This is really a sad belly." The clothes were barely put on. In addition to being unable to move his hands, the belly that was stretched like a jar also stood out.
"Master, just wear comfortable clothes. There is no need to make yourself so embarrassed." The housekeeper looked at Harrison, "If a girl likes you, it will definitely not be because of your skin, but because of your beauty." Interesting soul."
"That's true." Harrison chuckled, but his expression quickly solidified. He looked at the old butler and said with some doubt, "I think you are scolding me?"
"How could it be? I grew up watching you. Let's wear this tomorrow. It will make your soul look more interesting." The housekeeper rummaged through the pile of clothes and picked up a long gown with a little duck embroidered on the chest. " Little girls like this kind of fresh and fresh tone, didn’t you say this yourself back then?”
"Okay, then I'll wear this tomorrow." Harrison nodded, feeling that his old butler was quite reliable sometimes.
"My soul is really interesting?" When the old butler went out, Harrison asked again to confirm.
"They all say that good-looking skins are all the same, but interesting souls weigh more than 300 pounds. You meet this standard very well." The old housekeeper nodded seriously.
