Chapter 1008: After all, this is for my father to eat.

It is also a rare day off.
Early in the morning, Amy sat up from the bed, opened her hands and stretched out, and climbed into the big bed with her eyes, sitting on the edge of Meg's pillow, just wanting to wake him up, can watch The McGon with peace of mind stopped the little hand.
"Father and grandfather usually work so hard, let him sleep well on the rest day." Amy took back her little hand, leaned over and kissed Meg's face gently, then gently went down to bed, still facing The ugly duckling who tried to climb the bed tried to wave, and picked it up. He opened the door and walked downstairs. When he left the door, he whispered: "The ugly duckling, don't ask his father, he can work hard every day."
"Hey~" The ugly duckling seems to understand Amy, but the voice has been reduced a lot.
"Every day my father is cooking for me. Today I decided, I want to make a loving breakfast for my father." Down the stairs, Amy put the ugly duckling down, then moved a small stool and stood up. Then, with a tiptoe, the small apron hanging by the door was solved.
This is what Aunt Bernice gave her, but she has hardly used it.
Amy had a good look at her father, talking about the apron tied to her body, then moved into the kitchen with a small bench, washed her hands, and then ran to the refrigerator to look at the various ingredients inside, revealing a few Divided into difficult colors.
"What should I do with so much meat and vegetables?"
"喵喵" The ugly duckling exchanged the glass fish tank with the claws on the side, and the fat face was full of expectation.
"No, my father said, breakfast is lighter, can't eat fish." Amy shook her head.
"喵喵~!"
The ugly duckling ran to the other side of the aquarium, and the one that pulled the prawns called out.
"Prawns and shrimps are a good choice." Amy nodded, then picked up the small net, standing on the small bench and struggling to pick up two fat prawns.
Hey, a prawns who refused to accept this life fell out of the net bag and landed on the ground, jumping and trying to jump towards the sewer pipe...
"Hey!" The ugly duckling came together and raised a paw, and he held the prawns.
"Ugly duckling, good job." Amy came over and grabbed the prawns that were only as big as her palms under the small claws of the ugly duckling. "I will reward you with a shrimp head."
"喵喵喵" ugly duckling is a little excited.
"In addition to prawn, you have to order beans, beef, mushrooms... Yes, how should the fire be opened? Forget it, or burn a fireball directly... Oh! It seems that the fire is a bit big, how the pot bottom changes Become a hole? No, I have to come back again..."
Amy was screaming in the kitchen, making some strange noises from time to time.
McGonagall was awakened by a smoky smell.
"What is this taste?" McGonagall opened his eyes in confusion, his eyes naturally looked at the cot, and every morning he could see the look of Amy's sleep, but today he has disappeared, no one on the bed!
"Amy!" McGonagall collapsed from the bed, walked to the side of the crib in two steps, touched the bed, there is no body temperature, obviously the little guy has got up for a while.
"Where is it?" I couldn't care about changing clothes. McGonagall opened the door in a pajamas and walked out. A burst of smoky smell and smoky smell suddenly came to me, so that Meg couldn't help but cough twice.
"What is the little guy doing? Set fire to the house?" McGonagall was surprised that the smoke and the burnt smell were apparently passed downstairs. This situation, even if he told him that he was on fire, he would not There was a bit of suspicion, and I rushed downstairs.
"It seems to be a bit strange. I don't know if my father will like to eat, come, ugly duckling, you can take another bite..." McGonagall just walked to the kitchen door and heard Amy’s words, and suddenly stopped. .
"Amy is giving me breakfast?" McGonl was a little surprised, and his heart suddenly felt warm. The little guy got up in a quiet voice and even went downstairs to make breakfast for him.
McGonagall did not rush out, but sneaked out his head and looked into the kitchen, and then saw a strange picture:
Amy’s hand held a long spoon, a thick black soup in the spoon, and walked slowly toward the ugly duckling with a smile on her face.
The ugly duckling is stepping back, and has been retreating to the corner of the wall. There is no way to retreat. The big eyes look at the black soup. Some of the front legs are horrified, and they hold their faces, a pair of students. Nothing to love.
"Ugly duckling, it doesn't matter, although the taste may be a bit strange, but after all, it is for my father to eat, at least to ensure that you will not die, so you can only test the poison." Amy smiled The hand reached out and opened a fat claw of the ugly duckling.
"Hey~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy with a look of resentment. Are you a devil? Even if you don't know if you can eat it, give it to me!
McGonagall looked at this scene and suddenly laughed and laughed.
Looking at the kitchen again, McGonagall’s smile gradually became helpless. Although it was still neat, it looked at the three pots that were neatly arranged and burned through the bottom of the pot, and the group that jumped on the stove. Fireball, this is simply the kitchen terminator.
Some people can't stand Amy and continue to let the ugly ducklings test out the poison, and stand at the door and watch Amy smile and say: "Millet, why did you get up so early?"
"Father Dad!" Amy was surprised and turned to look at McGonagall. The spoon in her hand was hidden behind her. Some frustrated little voice: "Because Xiaomi thinks that his father is too hard, I want it. Get up and make a breakfast for my father, but...but..."
"It turned out that Xiaomi was making breakfast for my father. It’s no wonder that I just smelled the smell of fragrant incense in my sleep. Let me come to glutinous rice to do something delicious." McGonagall walked into the restaurant and walked straight. When I got to the stove, I looked at the black-brown mess that was still bubbling up, and I couldn't help but jump.
"This is prawn shrimp stewed beans, stewed beef meat, stewed mushrooms, stewed..." Amy licked her fingers and counted all kinds of ingredients, almost all the ingredients in the refrigerator, and then looked forward to it. McGonagall: "Father, do you like to eat?"
McGonagall looked at Amy's big blue eyes. The little guy didn't have any interest in cooking. He had to pay a lot of thoughts to make a breakfast for him. Although the smell was strange, the mind was But he was moved, smiled and touched Amy’s head: "Well, my father likes it, thank you Xiaomi."