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

Amy's eyes suddenly lit up and said with a smile, "since my father likes it, I'm sure I'll finish it all?"

"This..." McGonagall was stunned, looking at the black pot stew in front of him, his heart was broken, but he still had a smile on his face, nodded and said: "millet is made, of course, to eat."

"Meow."

The duckling came over and rubbed Meg's calf with his head. He looked at him gratefully, as if he had saved him from hell.

"I think the fire is almost the same. Xiaomi should take the fire away first." McGonagall faintly smelled a scorched smell coming from the pot. It was strange. If it was burnt again, McGonagall was afraid that he would not be able to eat it by his nose.

"Well." Amy answered with a clever voice and waved away the fireball on the stove.

McGonagall took a look at the stove with a burnt hole. He negotiated with the system silently and determined the price of 5000 copper coins. This breakfast is really not cheap.

He went upstairs to wash and change his clothes. MEG brought a bowl of black soup under the table. A complex smell came from the shop. It was mixed with prawns, beef, mushrooms and other ingredients. It was hard to imagine that they would appear in the same pot.

MEG took a look at Amy standing at the table with a full face of expectation, hesitated for a moment, picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of thick soup and fed it to his mouth.

There is no unexpected delicacy, there is a little fishy smell in the sweet and sour, and there is no way to stew a pot of delicious soup even if it is the best food in the world.

"Father, how are you?" Amy asked.

"Well, it's delicious." McGonagall nodded with a smile, picked up the spoon and fed it to his mouth.

"Great!" Amy patted her little hand with a happy expression on her face. After thinking about it, she said, "I'll have a bowl to eat, too."

"No way." MEG quickly reached out to stop her and said with a smile, "because it's so delicious, my father decided to finish it all by himself. Later, my father will make other delicious food for Xiaomi."

Amy looked at McGonagall, thought about it, nodded and said, "well, since my father likes to eat, I won't eat it. I'll give it all to my father. I'll cook it for him every day."

McGonagall almost dropped the spoon in his hand. He quickly shook his head and said, "no, it's so cold in winter. How can Xiaomi get up and make breakfast for his father every day? After that, you can lie down and go to bed, and his father will get up and make breakfast for you."

No, such breakfast can only be eaten once, no more!

Barely drink two bowls of soup, McGonagall while Amy did not pay attention, the rest of a pot of soup to pour out, this is the end of this laughing and crying breakfast.

But Amy's heart made him feel warm in the early winter.

"Father, aren't we going to celebrate the birthday of the little Orc brother today?" After breakfast, Amy looks at MEG, who is washing dishes in the kitchen.

"That's the night."

"What are we going to do in the daytime?" Amy looks at MEG expectantly.

"Morning..." McGonagall pondered for a while, suddenly his eyes lit up, looked back at Amy and said, "my father will take you to an interesting place."

Put the ugly duckling in the bicycle basket, MEG and Amy ride the bicycle to the west of the city.

There is a big market in the west of the city of chaos, which is also a distribution center for merchants from all over the world. Businessmen from all over the world gather here, and street entertainers can be seen everywhere.

On the rest day, the market streets are full of peddlers with stalls on both sides, and the tourists are bustling.

Orcs hawk their teeth, demons blow fire on the streets, elves win applause and rewards with their melodious voice, while the attractive dance of demons and snakes stops men.

"Father, look! The big green devil over there can grow two green onions in his nose

"Wow! What a beautiful bird, and it can sing

"Look at that big snake, it's wrapped around that little sister!"

Amy sat on McGonagall's shoulder, looking around in amazement. Her big blue eyes seemed to glow.

And the ugly duckling was lying on Meg's head, huddled and shivering.

This is also Meg's first visit to the west city fair. It was mentioned by the guests two days ago. Besides shopping, it is also a good place for recreation.

Men and women, young and old, have fun.

McGonagall looked around and saw that many merchants here were not from the city of chaos. From them, we could have a glimpse of the local conditions and customs of Nolan.

"Father, I want to eat that candy." Amy pointed to a little boy not far away with a bird like candy in his hand.

"Is this sugar man?" McGonagall took a look at the candy in the little boy's hand, looked left and right, saw a small stall at the entrance of the alley, a gray haired old man's card smilingly handed a candy lamb to a child, and went straight over.

"Children, want to eat candy?" The old man looked up at Amy and asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes." Amy nodded honestly.

The old man said with a smile: "then turn around the turntable. I'll do what I want to do for you. If I turn to this blank place, I'll make you what you want for free."

"Yes, yes." Amy nodded happily.

McGonagall put Amy down with a smile and asked the little guy to turn the turntable. In the distant memory, his father seemed to have taken him to the market and turned the sugar man's turntable.

"Wow, it's empty! Father, look, I've turned to a blank place! " Amy's surprised voice interrupted McGonagall's thoughts. Looking at the stop position of the turntable arrow, McGonagall's face also showed a smile, touched her head and said, "great."

"Little girl, you are very lucky. Tell me which one you want, and my grandfather will make it for you." The old man looked at Amy with a smile.

"I want to..." Amy looked at all kinds of animals and birds, and finally chose a fat tiger.

Soon, the chubby tiger candy man was ready, with delicate beard and cute appearance. It looked very cute.

"Thank you." MEG nodded to the old man.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Amy took the sugar man, and said cleverly, holding Meg's hand and walking forward, then looking up at the ugly duckling sliding onto Meg's shoulder, she said, "ugly duckling, do you see that? If you continue to eat like this, you will become fat."

"Click."

Amy bit off half of the tiger's head and nodded, "delicious."

The ugly duckling looked at Amy's sugar tiger without half a head in his hand, and all of a sudden his eyes widened!