Chapter 590: The nasty mouse is still coming (fifth!)

"Father, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is the brightest and the most round. Mothers must have seen our party and saw our delicious moon cakes?" At the entrance of the restaurant, Amy cuddles on the steps of the restaurant. Ge Huaili, looking up at the moon in the sky like a white jade plate, asked softly.
The friends have already gone back, and the surroundings are quiet, only the moon that appears in the gap between the clouds is still shining brightly.
"Yeah, she must have seen Amy jumping a lovely dance and seeing our delicious moon cakes." McGonagall nodded.
"Mother! I am Amy, I miss you!" Amy shouted her hand in front of her mouth in the shape of a small horn and shouted at the moon.
McGon looked down at Amy, and suddenly felt a tight heart and some distressed.
"But, the mooncakes are really delicious. Fathers use the moon to make moon cakes. Unfortunately, you can't eat them, but I can eat them for you." Amy suddenly found a mung bean sand moon cake from her small pocket. Peel the outer paper, take a bite, chew cheerfully, then swallow, lift the little hand and bite a small crescent moon cake to the moon, smiled and said: "You see, really super delicious. You wait, we will finish the moon day and night, and then save you!"
Meg, who was still a little sad, was amused by Amy’s words. He touched the little guy’s head and said,
That’s the right thing to do, but the moon doesn’t look big, but it’s actually more than the city of chaos. Big."
"Really?" Amy suddenly widened her eyes and looked at McGonagall in an incredible way. Then she slowly moved her mooncakes to her eyes. Some incomprehensible said: "But, father, you see, the moon. Just as big as my moon cake? I can eat half a bit."
"Like a person standing in the distance, you see that he is just a little bit like an ant, but when he stands in front of you, it is very tall, because of the distance and the distance. The moon is away from us. The distance is very far away, so watching the moon as big as a moon cake is actually very huge, so that your Mu Qing can live on the moon." Meg smiled and continued the popular science.
"Oh..." Amy nodded as if she didn't understand. She took a bite of mooncakes and looked up at the moon. Some enviously said: "I also want to live in the moon."
"Why?" McGonagall looked at Amy with some puzzles.
"In this case, if you are hungry, you can kneel on the ground and bite the moon. It must be super delicious!" Amy looked at the moon with her eyes bright, full of expectation.
In the mind of Meg, Amy’s picture of half a moon biting off, I couldn’t help but shake my head and shake out this weird picture, but this time I was not in a hurry, the child’s heart is the most beautiful thing, sometimes called The science is rather boring.
"Father, let me tell you a story. Today's story I want to listen to with my mother." Amy looked up at McGonagall.
"Well, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, then the father will tell you a story of ‘嫦娥奔月,’
Meg said with a smile.
"Okay, okay!" Amy nodded happily, moved her position, and lay comfortably in McGregor's arms, quietly watching Meg.
McGon thought a little, and smiled and began to talk: "In ancient times, there were ten suns in the sky..."
The story of 嫦娥 嫦娥 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦 麦Again.
The kind old lady, even if she has forgotten many people's names, still remembers what her grandson's favorite osmanthus cake should do. Every year, the Mid-Autumn Festival must be a cage.
I didn't hear the story in the Mid-Autumn Festival that year. Meg was insomnia for a whole night, feeling that there was something missing in my heart. It seemed that there was never a way to fill it.
Today, looking at Amy, who is listening to the story in his arms, he seems to feel the big yard in the small yard that year, and the old man who told him the story with the words of Yinnan accented back. This is a kind of general feeling. In the three generations, it is a bond. The vacancy in the heart seems to be filled in at this moment.
"Hey, he ate the elixir, and then he flew toward the sky and flew to the moon..." McGonagall said softly.
"And... did she eat the moon?" Amy asked curiously.
"Why?" McGonagall asked with a smile.
"Because... the moon sometimes has a hole, and the mouth will get bigger and bigger. In the end, almost all of it will be eaten. Then it will take a while to grow back. It must be after the moon. Have you eaten the moon? Fortunately, the moon will grow up, so there will be a moon in the sky." Amy said with a serious face.
"Amount..." McGonagall was speechless and correct, and it was justified to explain the lack of explanations for the monthly surplus and the philosophies of food. It was really not an easy task.
"The big moon, she can finish eating, the moon must be super delicious, wait until we find the mother, I want to eat the moon... eat the moon..." Amy muttered, already sleeping in the arms of McGonagall It’s gone.
"The moon...the moon...eat you..." McGonagall looked at the little guy in his arms and couldn't help but smiled and shook his head. He looked up at the sky and the moon was half blocked by the dark clouds. It looks like it will rain this evening.
Holding Amy slowly stood up, turned and was about to pull in the door, but suddenly stopped his hand and turned around again.
A figure walked slowly out of the square. The walking posture was awkward, but the speed was not slow. I soon came to the restaurant door and grinned at Meg, saying: "Today's moon cake is delicious, not Do you know if you can sell me another box? I want to bring it back to the children. He likes to eat dessert."
"If the child likes to eat, it is natural, but it takes some time to make moon cakes. You can take a seat for a while." McGonagain looked up and looked at the dense bushes not far away, but quickly recovered his gaze. Looking at the man standing at the door, he nodded slightly, turned and opened the door, and glanced at the front of the door and glanced at the scattered people standing on the street on the right.
The lame man hesitated, consciously looked around and followed McGee into the restaurant.
"The child is asleep, I will hold her up and go to sleep first. You can sit at random, and the nasty mouse is still coming." McGonagall said, holding Amy and walking upstairs.