"Eat another bowl, and when I get back, I'll cast some magic and consume the excess intake, and I'll be fine." Bloor thought to himself, and then couldn't help but look into the kitchen with anticipation, what kind of treasure was hidden there, and he could make such delicious food.

"Who the hell is she? Are they really elves who wander from the Forest of Winds? Sally put away the plate and thought to herself that the elves had many people who had traveled abroad, and they should be the most numerous of them.

Before the Race War, elves liked to travel around the continent, and elves liked to live freely and freely, and did not like to be bound, so there were many elves who liked to travel on the road.

However, with the implementation of the hierarchy among the elves, the elves became more and more fixed, building castles and dwellings, and living more like humans.

But it is undeniable that with the elves living together, the strength of the elves has indeed improved, and the elves will be deliberately trained to cooperate with the battle, and in wartime, it can be determined that a powerful elven army can be concentrated in a short period of time, which is a powerful deterrent to other races.

In the early days of the race war, the elves were almost driven out of the Wind Forest, and the biggest reason was that most of the elves lived in scattered ways and had no sense of teamwork.

The trade-off between strength and freedom, Sally still hasn't figured out which one is more suitable for the elves.

So she wondered what the elves who lived outside the Wind Forest were like, and whether they were happier than the elves in the Wind Forest, which was one of the reasons that drove her to flee the Wind Forest.

"Maybe I can find a chance to talk to her." Sally thought to herself, she had to avoid the elves in the Wind Forest, but she could still touch the elves outside.

"Father, can millet eat ice cream, just one." Amy's voice came from the kitchen door, and McGonagall turned her head to look.

Amy, holding the ugly duckling in her arms, stood at the kitchen door, her chin resting on the little orange cat's head, her watery blue eyes looked at McGonagall pitifully, a pair of small pointed ears were a little soft and drooping, her mouth was slightly pouting, and she looked like if you didn't agree to me, I would cry.

The ugly duckling also looked at McGonagall with an innocent face, and his little paws were put together and dangled in front of him.

"I even learned how to sell cuteness together!" McGonagall raised her eyebrows, feeling her blood tank empty all of a sudden, her whole heart melting, and she gave everything she wanted! Even the stars and the moon in the sky are going to be plucked for you! It's so cute!

McGonagall opened her mouth to agree, but when she thought of what happened last night, she was a little hesitant, Amy had eaten too much ice cream yesterday, and although Hee Hee had already cured her, she also reminded him that she couldn't get used to Amy eating too much ice cream.

"Millet can eat ice cream, but eating too much ice cream will cause a stomachache, so from now on you can only eat one ice cream a day, are you sure you want to eat ice cream today?" McGonagall looked at Amy and smiled.

"Can I only eat one a day?" Amy's expression suddenly fell, and she begged pitifully, "Father, can you add one more?" Just two a day is fine. ”

"Nope." McGonagall shook her head, her tone non-negotiable, pampered was something he had just learned yesterday.

Amy stared at McGonagall for a while, and after making sure that there would be no second ice cream, she sighed helplessly, lowered her head and pouted, "If you only eat one ice cream, life is really difficult." ”

McGonagall almost couldn't hold back her laughter, the little guy knew that life was difficult, and because he could only eat one ice cream, but the decision did not waver, and said with a smile: "So what flavor of ice cream are we going to eat today?" ”

"Blueberry's!"

Amy blurted out, her eyes brightened again, her little pointed ears stood up all of a sudden, and she looked at McGonagall expectantly, and all that little loss just now was thrown away.

"Blueberry? Okay, so let's get our little cutie a blueberry-flavored ice cream. McGonagall laughed, walked over to the ice cream machine and quickly made a blueberry ice cream and handed it to Amy.

"Meow?" The ugly duckling that Amy had placed on the ground looked at McGonagall expectantly, and raised a little paw to point at the ice cream machine.

"The ugly duckling is only allowed to eat one ice cream a day, otherwise he will become an ice cream ball, in which case, he will be eaten." Amy held the ice cream in both hands, looked at the ugly duckling and said seriously.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling shrank his head, although he was a little sad, but he still admitted it.

McGonagall smiled and shook her head, but he agreed with Amy's suggestion, if the ugly duckling was allowed to eat, it was only a matter of time before it became an orange, so it was still necessary to control the food.

"So, what flavor of ice cream does the ugly duckling want to eat today?" McGonagall walked over to the ice cream machine and pointed to the matcha-flavored ice cream, and the ugly duckling shook her head, then to the vanilla, and the ugly duckling still shook her head, and then to the blueberry-flavored one, and the ugly duckling still shook her head.

"Chocolate-flavored?" McGonagall asked, pointing to the chocolate-flavored ice cream outlet.

"Meow!" The ugly duckling immediately nodded happily, jumped into the kitchen at once, and then collapsed again, and even waged its tail.

"Ugly duckling, remember that you are a duck! It's not a dog, don't wag your tail like that. Amy said with some disgust.

The ugly duckling quickly stopped wagging his tail, but looked at the chocolate ice cream in McGonagall's hand, still licking his mouth excitedly.

"Eat." McGonagall laughed and put the ice cream on the ugly duckling's plate, there was really nothing she could do with the two little ones.

"Sister Shirly, this is ice cream, doesn't it look super delicious." Amy cautiously walked up to Bloor with an ice cream in her hand and asked with a smile.

Bloor looked at the ice cream in Amy's hand, the dark blue two snowballs were overlapped, the color was very bright, and the surface of the snowball looked very delicate, with a slight chill.

It snows heavily every winter in the Forest of Winds, so she doesn't think snowballs are new, but the snowballs in Amy's hands don't seem to be quite like normal snowballs.

What is Blueberry? Is it a fruit? Is it really good to add this kind of stuff to a snowball? Bloul was a little curious, but he shook his head and said, "The color of the snowball is very special, but I don't want to eat it. ”

"Really?" Amy was noncommittal, holding the ice cream and sticking out her little pink tongue and gently licking the snowball above, the sweet and sour taste melted on the tip of her tongue, her eyes suddenly narrowed into a small crescent, and the smile rose from the corner of her mouth, as if she lit up the whole delicate little face.

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