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

When a Yangzhou fried rice came into his stomach, MEG sat and felt for a while. The fried rice made of these precious ingredients was really not only delicious.

The most intuitive effect is to relieve fatigue. The fatigue feeling of getting up early and cooking two Yangzhou fried rice has completely disappeared after eating a Yangzhou fried rice. Now I am warm and energetic, which is better than drinking red bull.

"It should be mainly because of Nami. If you eat Nami for three meals a day, your physical fitness should be improved steadily." McGonagall thought to himself that the most precious of these ingredients was the rice irrigated by the spring of life.

"Xiaomi, do you feel anything after eating rainbow fried rice?" MEG looked at Amy and asked, but she has half of the elf blood. There should be no adverse reaction after eating the rice irrigated by the spring of life, right?

"It's delicious!" Amy put the bowl on the table, put out her little tongue and licked a grain of rice at the corner of her mouth. She looked at MEG nodding seriously.

McGonagall was stunned for a moment and could not help smiling. There was nothing wrong with the answer. He turned to ask, "besides delicious and good-looking? Do you feel uncomfortable? "

"Body?" Amy thought, shook her head, and then nodded again.

"What's wrong?" MEG got up from his chair, leaned forward slightly and looked at Amy with a nervous look.

"It's just that... I feel like there's a fire burning in my body. I've had it before, but it's not as hot as it is now. It's a little uncomfortable. My father, what's wrong with Xiaomi?" Amy looked at McGonagall. Her face would be a little red. She looked at McGonagall a little puzzled. She seemed calm.

MEG was a little flustered. He thought that Amy had half of the Elvish blood. Eating the rice irrigated by the spring of life should be good for her. But now it seems that this is not the case. Instead, it seems that it stimulates something bad in her body.

Looking at Amy's red face, McGonagall couldn't think of a way to deal with it. It wasn't a child's fever and cold. He couldn't find a way to deal with this situation in his predecessor's memory. Seeing Amy's face getting more and more red, he suddenly thought of something. He reached for Amy's hand and said, "Xiaomi, come with me, let's go to the grey temple..."

"Father, I seem to know what to do." Amy drew back her hand and shook her head. Her little right hand was raised in front of her, palm up, as if holding something.

"Xiaomi, who are you?" MEG looked at Amy in a puzzled way.

All of a sudden, a blue and purple flame rose from the palm of her hand, and a half meter high tongue of fire rose up. The terrible temperature burned the air and twisted it.

McGonagall almost subconsciously stepped back two steps, even the chair was brought to the ground by him, staring at the blue purple flame that slowly jumped in Amy's palm, the tongue of fire gradually faded away, and finally turned into a small blue purple fireball.

"Xiaomi, are you ok?" McGonagall quickly looked at Amy and asked. The fireball was smaller than Amy's little hand, but the temperature was a little terrible, which made him feel dangerous. He was worried about Amy, but he couldn't get close to it. He couldn't help being more worried.

"Father, I'm fine. Look at this fireball. It's so cute. Is that magic?" Amy shakes her head. The red color on her face has faded. Looking at the fireball in her hand, she says excitedly, just like looking at some interesting toy.

MEG breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Amy's normal face. It seemed that the appearance of the fireball balanced the high temperature and discomfort in her body. However, when he looked at the blue purple fireball, his eyes narrowed slightly. He was not sure if it was magic. Shouldn't the normal fireball fire be red?

Amy looked at McGonagall, who was slightly squinting, but he was a little flustered. As soon as he shook his hand, the fireball in his hand went out. He took his hand back, lowered his head, and said like he had done something wrong: "don't be angry, father. Xiaomi knows it's wrong, and he won't talk about learning magic again." Then he took a furtive look at McGonagall, and the expression on his little face was more aggrieved.

"Well?" MEG looks at Amy who suddenly admits his mistake and hesitates for a moment. He quickly finds the answer in his predecessor's memory. In order to hide his identity and protect Amy, his predecessor has been keeping a low profile since he came to the city of chaos.

Amy must wear a hat that can cover her ears when she goes out, just to prevent others from finding out that she is a semi elf. However, she has shown great interest in magic since she was a child, but she is strictly forbidden to touch anything related to magic, let alone learn magic.

McGonagall looks at the wronged Amy with her head down. He can't help feeling sad. He wants to keep a low profile and let Amy live like an ordinary person. He can understand her behavior.

But understanding doesn't mean approval. He won't do anything to suppress Amy's nature. And from his point of view, low-key is right, but willing to mediocre low-key is just a lie to comfort themselves.

In his previous life, he once read a saying that mediocrity is not terrible. What's terrible is that mediocrity leads to a lifetime, and he deceives himself that mediocrity is true.

McGonagall Alex's life can't be described as mediocre, but he wants Amy to live mediocre life, which McGonagall can't accept.

The most powerful knights and elves in human history, the blood of a princess, may be a genius?

After all, Amy had no teacher to teach him how to play fireball. From the memory of his predecessor, he didn't want to hit such a fireball even in his heyday.

Looking at Amy with her index finger nodding down, McGonagall's heart suddenly softened. What a lovely daughter, she can do whatever she wants. Of course, he should take the responsibility to work hard.

"Xiaomi, look up at me." Meg said with a smile.

"My father, Xiaomi doesn't learn..." Amy hesitated for a moment and looked up at MEG. Although today's father is very kind, she still remembers the last time she said she would learn magic, her father was angry. She didn't want to make him angry or unhappy.

"No, Xiaomi, from today on, I don't object to your learning magic. When the restaurant starts to open and makes money, I'll send you to the grey temple to learn magic." MEG interrupted Amy with a smile, looked into her eyes and said seriously.

"Really?" Amy was stunned for a moment, looking at McGonagall, surprised, but still a little incredible.

"It's true, of course." McGonagall nodded, "but it may take a while, because the restaurant is only open today..."

"Father, you are so kind. Xiaomi loves you!" Before McGonagall's words were finished, Amy slipped down from the chair, jumped into his arms, took a kiss on his face, looked up at McGonagall, and said seriously: "Xiaomi will become a very powerful magician and protect his father. This is Xiaomi's wish."

"Well, I believe Amy can do it." McGonagall also looked into Xiaomi's eyes, nodded sincerely, then said with a smile, "well, let's open the restaurant first, Maimi restaurant, our restaurant."