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

"This..." Dennis's expression suddenly froze, this can be really afraid of what to what, originally also wanted to take this matter, but Ya Ya's attention still fell on the beautiful big kite.

"I want that kite, too. I want a big kite, too!"

"Big kites are fun. Small kites are not fun at all. I want them too!"

"Father, when you came here, didn't you say our kites could fly the highest? But now it's not high at all, whining, swindler. "

It's not just Yaya. As soon as the fight between the two kites is over, other children are also making trouble. A unique purple kite in the sky and other scattered kites flying three or five meters high are totally two different things. The intuitive gap makes them choose to use the most direct crying to put pressure on their parents.

"Don't cry, don't cry, father will make you a bigger and better looking one when he goes back."

"Be good, be good. I'll ask the uncle where he bought the kite, and we'll buy one."

While comforting their children, the parents looked at MEG with their eyes full of resentment. This guy is completely to stir up the trouble! Now it's good to see other people's kites flying so high that none of the children can sit.

"Father, why do they cry?" Amy looked at the crying children and asked softly.

"Probably because their kites are not high enough, so they want to play with our kites." McGonagall shrugged his shoulders, held Amy in one hand, pulled the kite string in his hand, and the purple Phoenix made a rotation in the sky. The colorful tail whirled and fluttered, and the action was gorgeous.

"Wow!!! How awesome

The children suddenly let out a burst of exclamation, and then make more fierce.

"Don't cry, I also know that my father's kite is very good-looking and flying high, so if you want to play..." Amy looked at the children's expression and comforted them seriously: "then you can watch me play."

The children, who had stopped crying and listened to Amy's words, suddenly burst into more turbulent crying.

"I want to play too! I want to play with my own kite

"Other people's children have such beautiful kites. Why don't I? Wu Wu... "

"..." McGonagall raised his eyebrows. Amy is really a child killer, more powerful than him, but it sounds like there's nothing wrong with that.

"Father, why do they cry more? Haven't I allowed them to watch me play? " Amy looked at MEG more puzzled and asked, when she didn't have a kite to play, she felt super happy to watch others play.

"Because people are possessive and want to get better things, they want to have a better kite after they see it. But the kite doesn't belong to them, so they can only cry." McGonagall said with a smile, possessiveness is a nature, McGonagall has no derogatory meaning, but the fact is that these children cry may be caused by their father and daughter, but in the final analysis, it is because of themselves, or their parents.

Just like the little fairy girl next to her, although she was envious, she stood by her father's side without crying or making any noise.

"So it's like this. When Xiaomi plays well, let's play for them for a while, so they won't cry, will they?" Amy nodded thoughtfully and looked at MEG.

"If Amy wants to, that's OK." McGonagall nodded with a smile. He was happy to protect Amy's kindness.

"Can I fly a kite?" Amy looked up at the kite flying at the height of tens of meters and asked expectantly.

"Of course, you can use this hand to hold the kite line, and then gently pull it, and your father will run with you, so that the kite can continue to fly higher." McGonagall handed Amy the string in his hand, but he didn't care about the other children. They came to fly kites today. They held the lower end of the string in their right hand. The strength of the string can't be underestimated for such a big kite. It's easy for Amy to get hurt if she holds it alone.

"When I say it's loose, release your hand." McGonagall said with a smile, holding Amy to run a few steps against the wind, directing Amy to pay off the line. The line wheel is spinning fast, and the purple Phoenix is changing all kinds of postures in the sky, flying higher and higher.

"It's so much fun! It's wonderful to fly a kite. " Amy's laughter reverberated in the square like a silver bell. The ugly duckling hopped behind them. From time to time, he looked up at the kite flying in the sky and waved it with his little paw. He didn't know whether he wanted to fly or catch it.

The children are full of envy, looking up, but slowly stop crying, seriously looking at, all thinking is how high the kite can fly.

The parents were relieved that the child was crying endlessly, especially when he was asking for something. Unless he could find something more interesting to divert his attention, he would not be able to calm down. Unexpectedly, now they have stopped.

Dennis looked at MEG with Amy in his arms. This time, he came prepared. He didn't expect that he was forced by MEG. Although she didn't cry now, she was still a little uncomfortable looking at the little guy's envious face. She looked at MEG and narrowed her eyes slightly.

MEG played with Amy for a long time. He didn't often fly kites in his previous life, but he played professional competition class kites with his friends. The kite provided by the system has exceeded the professional class. If he wants to fly, 100 meters or 200 meters are not a problem at all.

However, it's too troublesome to put it so high, so McGonagall only put it about 30 meters high and then stopped. It's more maneuverable and more interesting to show.

"Well, take a break and have some water." MEG puts Amy on the floor, takes out a small thermos cup from her waist bag, pours a glass of water to Amy, takes out a handkerchief and wipes the sweat on her forehead.

"Yes, yes." Amy took the water cup in both hands, with a happy smile on her face. Today, she was so happy to fly a kite.

"Man, can I have a word with you?" Dennis came up and looked at McGonagall gravely.

"Well?" McGonagall looked at Dennis and wondered, "what's the matter?"

Dennis should be a swordsman, but McGonagall didn't feel any hostility in him, so he didn't show too nervous.

"Brother, do we have a grudge? Why do you bring a little girl to punish me every time? You see how my girls cry. I spent more than ten days making a big kite. Is it easy? " Dennis looked at McGonagall, his serious expression suddenly collapsed, and he said, "I just want to ask, do you sell kites?"