After cleaning up the bathroom, McGonagall glanced at Amy, who was still asleep, put the little skirt, pantyhose and little white shoes on the side of the bed, and made up in her heart the appearance of the little guy changing into this dress, it must be very cute, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, she took a small set of toiletries, and went downstairs lightly.

This kitchen McGonagall is already familiar with it, and on the stove where there are no kitchen utensils last night, the kitchenware needed to make Yangzhou fried rice is now ready, open the refrigerator and see that all kinds of ingredients are also readily available, and in the glass pool next to the refrigerator, the prawns are happily wandering.

"It's time to show off your real cooking skills and make a loving breakfast for Xiaomi." McGonagall washed her hands and began to wash rice and cook rice.

"Father?" It didn't take long for Amy to turn over in a daze, but she didn't touch a familiar person, she opened her eyes in a daze, sat up and looked at the somewhat unfamiliar room for a while, and then remembered that this was the new house that her father had conjured up last night, but her father didn't know where to go on the big bed on the side, and she couldn't help but get up a little anxious, holding on to the small railing to get up.

But as soon as she got up, her eyes were attracted by the small black skirt next to the bed, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she took the small skirt in surprise, rubbed it on her face, and muttered happily: "This must be my father's little skirt for me, so beautiful, Xiaomi likes it so much." ”

McGonagall didn't know that the little one had woken up and boiled the rice, the power of the rice cooker was extremely high, the rice was cooked quickly, and although the rice was freshly cooked, it was grainy, crystal clear, and fragrant.

"What kind of rice is this, even if it's white rice, I think I can eat two big bowls." McGonagall couldn't help but mutter, and the prawns, even if they were boiled in water, they probably tasted extremely delicious.

The moment he took the various ingredients and cleaned the amount needed for Yangzhou fried rice, the moment he held the knife, McGonagall's expression had become extremely serious, this is the experience he gained in the kitchen god space, cooking is a thing that requires wholehearted dedication, this is a chef's attitude.

A Chinese kitchen knife rotated nimbly in McGonagall's hand, whether it was a crisp bamboo shoot or a hard prawn, it was turned into a spare ingredient with uniform grains, and after tens of thousands of knife practice, his knife skills have become very skillful.

Of course, no chef has the luxury of practicing knife skills with these things.

Oil was poured into the pot, and all kinds of ingredients were put into the pot in order, and a rich fragrance filled the kitchen, drifting out along the door, up the stairs without closing the door, and into the room with a slit.

Sitting on the bed, Amy, who was trying to change into a new dress, was giggling, it was the first time she had worn such a beautiful dress, it was so comfortable, soft and sticking to the body, like wearing clouds on the body, light and fluttering, but it felt very warm.

Then Amy smelled the fragrance, and her big blue eyes, which were still a little sleepy-eyed, immediately lit up, and she sniffed her nose vigorously, "It's so fragrant!" Could it be that my father is making something delicious? ”

Ignoring the long socks that were in her eyes, Amy climbed out of bed from the ladder with a puff of smoke, put on her little white shoes, and ran towards the door with her little short legs.

Pushing open the door, the fragrance became stronger, Amy swallowed her saliva, her little stomach couldn't help but gurgle, this fragrance was something she had never smelled before, even the smell of roast goose at the door of the roast goose shop on the edge of the square was not half of this fragrance, and the steps downstairs became more brisk, and I couldn't wait to fly to the kitchen at once to see what my father was doing.

"What a fragrant smell, what is my father doing delicious ......" Amy walked into the kitchen, before she finished speaking, looking at the back of McGonagall, who was wearing a simple and plain white and black chef's suit, with long curly hair and beard, the words behind her came to an abrupt end, her blue eyes were wide open, and she was full of incredible colors, this person, is it really my father?

"Huh? Has Xiaomi woken up? McGonagall heard the voice and turned her head to look towards the door in some surprise.

The little guy has changed into a black Lori skirt, a small Gothic-style skirt, with small white shoes with a small pink butterfly, and slept for a while, the soft silver hair has a strand of dull hair, and the appearance of being stunned at the door with his mouth slightly open is cute and cute, looking at the expression is shocked by his current appearance, and said with a smile: "Why, can't you recognize your father after just sleeping for a while?" ”

"It's really my father!" Amy blinked and exclaimed in surprise. His long curly hair had become a shorter, his beard was gone, his clothes were clean and beautiful, the smile on his face looked so bright and comfortable, and, more importantly, his father looked so tall today, like a giant standing up at once, and his upright body was like a big tree.

"My father seems to have grown taller today, as tall as a big tree, and he has become so handsome and beautiful." Millet happily came over.

"Did it get taller?" McGonagall looked down, probably because her body had straightened up, and she had changed into well-fitting and crisp clothes, so she looked a little taller. Of course, it's even more fun to be handsome, and sure enough, the little girl still likes the uncle who looks refreshing.

The little one's eyes were quickly drawn to the pot that McGonagall was stir-frying, and he stood on tiptoe and asked curiously, "But Father, what is in the pot?" Why does it smell so good, more than roast goose? Millet is hungry......"

"This is Yangzhou fried rice, our breakfast today is this, there are small pink toothbrushes and tooth cups over there, millet brushes her teeth, washes her face and can just come to breakfast, okay." McGonagall smiled and said, trying to soften her voice, in his previous life he was a little cold to people, never smiled when talking to people, and now he is trying to adapt to the role of a kind father, he wants to give Amy the warmth of the world.

"Okay." Amy nodded obediently, glanced at the pot twice, and then reluctantly walked to the side, picked up the toothbrush and the small cup, and began to brush her teeth with a toothbrush for the first time under McGonagall's instruction.

McGonagall stir-fried the fried rice carefully, turned off the heat, took out the pot, and a bowl of brightly colored Yangzhou fried rice was completed.

"Wow, what a beautiful fried rice! My father is wonderful. Amy just brushed her teeth, ran over, looked at the Yangzhou fried rice mixed with various colors, her eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she praised seriously.

"Well, I think so, too." McGonagall nodded, the smile on her face that couldn't be hidden, full of accomplishment.

Amy stepped forward and sniffed it, couldn't help but swallow her saliva, looked up at McGonagall, and pouted coquettishly: "It's so fragrant, Father, Millet wants to eat Yang...... Yangzhou fried rice. ”

"It's all yours!" McGonagall looked at the little guy's coquettish appearance, her heart was about to sprout, and a voice was shouting in her heart, but she still held back, reached out and wiped a little foam from the corner of the little guy's mouth, shook her head and said, "Not now, you have to wash your hands before eating in the future." ”

"Then Father, let's move faster." Amy took McGonagall's hand and walked towards the pool.

McGonagall raised an eyebrow, as if something was not right, she was still disgusted by the little one.

After the little guy washed his hands, McGonagall took the plate of Yangzhou fried rice to the table where she had finished eating yesterday, and Amy was already sitting in her seat, holding a small spoon in her hand, and her eyes full of anticrisy had been staring at the fried rice in his hand since McGonagall went out.

"Eat." McGonagall put the plate down and touched the little one's head with a smile.