Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

It's another rare day off.

Early in the morning, Amy sat up from the bed, stretched out her hands, rubbed her bleary eyes, climbed up to the big bed, knelt down beside Meg's pillow, and just wanted to wake him up, but when she looked at MEG, she stopped again.

"My father usually works so hard. Let him have a good sleep on the rest day." Amy took back her little hand, leaned over and gave MEG a gentle kiss on the face. Then she got out of bed and waved to the ugly duckling who was still trying to climb into bed. She picked it up, opened the door and walked downstairs. When she got out of the door, she whispered: "ugly duckling, don't disturb my father. He works hard every day."

"Meow, meow," the ugly duckling looked at Amy, but her voice was much smaller.

"It's my father who makes meals for me every day. Today I decided to make a love breakfast for my father." When she went downstairs, Amy put down the duckling, brought a small stool, stood on it, and tiptoed to untie the apron hanging by the door.

It was given to her by Aunt Bernice, but she hardly used it.

Amy imitated her father's style, tied her apron on her body, and then carried a small stool into the kitchen to wash her hands. Then she ran to the refrigerator and looked at all kinds of food in it, showing some embarrassment.

"So much meat and vegetables, what should I do?"

"Meow, meow, meow, meow," the ugly duckling scratched the glass aquarium aside with her claws and exchanged the way. Her fat face was full of expectation.

"No, my father said. I'll have a light breakfast. I can't eat fish." Amy shook her head.

"Meow, meow!"

The ugly duckling ran to the other side of the fish tank again, and began to cry as he pulled the prawns.

"Prawns are a good choice." Amy nodded, then picked up the net, stood on the bench, some effort to pick up two fat prawns.

PATA, a unwilling to accept the fate of the prawn fell out of the small net pocket, fell on the ground, hopping trying to jump toward the water pipe..

"Meow!" The duckling leaned forward, raised a paw and pressed the prawn.

"Good job, ugly duckling." Amy came over and grabbed the prawn as big as her palm from the ugly duckling's paw. "I'll reward you with a prawn head later."

"Meow, meow, meow," cried the ugly duckling excitedly.

"In addition to prawns, we also need some beans, beef, mushrooms... By the way, how should the fire be turned on? Forget it, let's just burn a fireball... Oh Hoo! It seems that the fire is a little big. How can the bottom of the pot become a hole? No, I want to do it again... "

Amy was alone in the kitchen, making strange noises from time to time.

MEG was awakened by a puff of smoke.

"What's that smell?" MEG opened his eyes vaguely and looked at the little bed naturally. Every morning he could see Amy's appearance in her sleep, but today he disappeared. There was no one on the bed!

"Amy!" McGonagall collapsed from the bed, walked to the edge of the cot in two steps, and felt in the quilt. There was no body temperature. Obviously, the little guy had been up for a long time.

"Where have you been?" Unable to change his clothes, McGonagall opened the door and went out in his pajamas. A smell of scorch and smoke came to his face, which made McGonagall cough twice.

"What are you doing? Set fire to your home? " McGonagall was surprised. The smell of smoke and scorch was obviously coming from downstairs. Even if he told him that there was a fire downstairs, he would not have any doubt and rushed downstairs.

"It looks like it's still a little strange. I don't know if my father will like it. Come on, ugly duckling, have another taste..." McGonagall just walked to the kitchen door, heard Amy's words, and stopped.

"Is Amy making breakfast for me?" McGonagall was surprised. He felt warm in his heart. He got up quietly and came downstairs to make breakfast for him.

McGonagall didn't rush to make a sound. Instead, he peeped out his head and looked into the kitchen. Then he saw a strange picture:

Amy was holding a long spoon with thick black soup in it. She walked slowly towards the ugly duckling with a smile on her face.

And the ugly duckling retreated step by step until there was no way to go back to the corner. His big eyes looked at the black soup, and he stood up his two front legs and covered his face in horror. He looked like he had no love.

"Ugly duckling, it doesn't matter. Although the taste may be a little strange, it's for my father after all. At least you should make sure that you won't die after eating it. So, it's up to you to test the poison." With a smile, Amy reached out and pulled aside one of the ugly duckling's fat claws.

"Meow ~" the ugly duckling looked at Amy with a sad face. Are you the devil? Even if you don't know if you can eat it, just give it to me!

McGonagall looked at the scene, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Looking at the kitchen, McGonagall's smile gradually had a trace of helplessness. Although it was generally neat, looking at the three pots that had burned through the bottom of the pot and the fireball jumping on the stove, it was the kitchen terminator.

Some of them couldn't go on. Amy continued to let McGonagall come out, stood at the door, looked at Amy, and said with a smile, "Xiaomi, why did you get up so early?"

"My father!" Amy was slightly surprised, turned to look at MEG, hid the spoon behind him, and said in a dejected voice, "because Xiaomi thinks his father is too hard, so I want to get up and make breakfast for him, but... But..."

"It turned out that Xiaomi made breakfast for his father. No wonder I could always smell the fragrance in my sleep. Let me see what Xiaomi made." McGonagall walked into the dining room with a smile and went straight to the stove. His eyelids could not help jumping when he looked at the dark brown stew still bubbling on it.

"It's shrimp stewed with beans, beef, mushroom, stew..." Amy counted all kinds of ingredients, and said almost all the ingredients in the refrigerator. Then she looked at McGonagall expectantly and said, "father, do you like it?"

McGonagall looked at Amy's big blue eyes. The little guy was not interested in cooking, but in order to make a breakfast for him, he spent so much effort. Although the smell was strange, he was moved by his heart. He touched Amy's head with a smile and said, "well, father likes it. Thank you, Xiaomi."