Chapter 258: Your father is really great! (For Ripley Plus 10/17)

It was a little girl in a gray linen skirt. She was about five or six years old. She was half a head taller than Amy. The skirt was like an adult's skirt. There were a lot of sewing on the top. Side, but a small face but washed clean, that pair of clean and bright black scorpions like to see the reflection of good and evil.
The little girl's mouth was wide, and she looked at Amy's eyes full of joy, lightly flipping over the backrest of the bench and ran towards it.
"Jessica!" Amy was also happy to call, and also ran to her with a short short leg.
The little girl ran over with her open hands, but when she reached the first two steps of Amy, she stopped her footsteps and took back her hands. She was full of surprises and looked at Amy’s little skirt.
"Jessica, why don't you hold me?" Amy asked Jessica a little unhappy.
"Because Amy wears a beautiful dress today, I can't soil your skirt." Jessica shook her head with a smile, revealing the missing teeth of a small incisor, and her eyes remained on Amy's clothes. The expression on the little face was really happy. The eyes fell on the ugly duckling in Amy's arms. The eyes became brighter. Surprise: "The cat is also yellow, so cute!"
"This is not a kitten. It is an ugly duckling. In fact, it is a small duck. It hatches from the duck egg." Amy shook her head and said seriously.
"Really? But how does it look like a duck?" Jessica looked at the ugly duckling a little bit, but soon looked forward to watching Amy ask: "Then I can hug him. ?"
"Hey!" The ugly duckling raised his small paw and looked at his face.
"Of course." Amy nodded, then again to the "ugly duckling, this is my good friend Jessica, you have to swear, or today's running plus five laps."
"Hey~" The ugly duckling suddenly stunned, turning his eyes and letting Jessica pick it up, and his face was incomprehensible.
"Ah! So cute, great." Jessica gently stroked the ugly duckling's cat and screamed happily.
"Amy!"
"Ai Xiaomi!"
The other children in the promenade also saw Amy, and they greeted her, and some ugly ducklings who were curiously looking at Jessica's arms.
And Amy is calling them out their nicknames and greeting them, and the expression on the little face is quite happy.
"The popularity of the little guys is quite good, but it seems that the habit of taking the nickname is not something that has happened recently." The smile of Meg's mouth is also somewhat unbearable. The age of these children is from the age of four or five. Eight or nine years old, the clothes on the body are quite worn, it looks like the first time I saw Amy, and the little girl named Jessica looks spiritual and sensible, and Amy. The relationship seems to be the best.
"Millet said that you are all her good friends, so let your uncle bring you delicious food, you should have not eaten dinner yet? Is that one good?" McGonagall looked at the children and said with a smile.
"Good!" The eyes of the children suddenly lit up, and they all stared at the two bags carried by McGonagall.
"Jessica, this is my father, oh, he made a super delicious yellow chicken rice for you." Amy plunged into Jessica's ear and whispered: "And I also gave your mother a Oh."
"Father...adult?" Jessica looked up at Meg, with a bit of envy in the clear voice, but her face soon showed a happy smile, nodded to Amy's happy nod: "Thank you Amy, I know you are the best for me."
"Come here to eat, sit in the chair." Maggie took two big bags and walked over to the promenade, gently lowered the bag, and took out a portion of the yellow chicken from the bag. Because some children are too small, they are placed in a chair and the lid is opened.
"smell good!"
"Hey..."
The seductive scent of the yellow pheasant chicken suddenly filled the promenade, and the children suddenly blinked, and they couldn’t help but swallow, but looking at the tempting yellow pheasant, the expression was hesitant, not Dare to go forward.
"Children, eat it, this is your dinner." McGonagall opened the lid of the last yellow chicken, and there were three boxes left in the bag. There are only nineteen children here.
Children, look at me, I see you, no one is coming forward.
"I missed this meal, but I couldn't eat such delicious food for a long time. The scorpion chicken made by my father was really delicious." Amy took Jessica's little hand and walked to a jaundice. In front of the chicken, she took the ugly duckling from her hand and smiled and looked at the crowd.
"Good fragrance, thank you Amy's father, then I will taste the first bite." Jessica's eyes lit up, first looked at Meg, smiling, and picked up a chopstick and put a piece of chicken in his mouth. I took a bite and my eyes lit up.
A wonderful taste, she didn't know what words to use to describe this taste, just thought it was delicious! She has never eaten such delicious things since she was a child.
"Too...it's so delicious..." Jessica swallowed the chicken in her mouth, sucked her nose, forced her not to let the tears out of her eyes, and immediately put half of the meat on the chopsticks. In the mouth.
"Don't cry, Jessica, are you okay?" Amy quickly reached out to help her wipe her tears and asked with some concern.
"I... I'm fine, that is... it's so delicious, it's delicious to cry..." Jessica shook her head, and put a piece of chicken in her mouth, eating it, and burst into tears.
McGonagall shook his head with a smile, and the little girl was too cute, but this evaluation was the best recognition and evaluation of a chef, and a sense of pride came to life.
Other children saw Jessica's sweetness, and they couldn't help it. Hesitated a bit, and they also went to the front of the yellow chicken and picked up the chopsticks and ate it.
"It's delicious!"
"Amy, your father is really great!"
"It's so delicious... oh... I can't help it..."
The praises of the children echoed with a few cryes on the promenade, but the atmosphere was still very warm and joyful.
"Jessica, I am quietly telling you, pouring this soup on it, the moon rice will become better." Amy whispered in Jessica's ear.
"There is really a moon in this rice! It's great!" Jessica looked at the rice in the box, her eyes were bright again, and immediately caused the children to marvel.
"I don't even have a good thing, the mood seems to be really good." McGonagall stood by and watched the children's smile on the face of the food. The face also showed a smile. If there is no pressure to restore the body, do it. Good things also seem to be a good choice.
"Hey? Isn't that Mr. McGonagall? How could he be here?" Not far away, Luna, holding a big cloth bag in her hand, stopped her foot and looked at the direction of the gallery, with some doubts.