"It's so fragrant~~"

A somewhat confused voice came from the direction of the staircase.

Irina and McGonagall, who were having a good time, stiffened at the same time, and looked back in the direction of the stairs.

Amy stood at the top of the stairs with her eyes rubbed, squinting slightly at them.

The ugly duckling yawned, stepped into the air, and rolled down the plane, slammed his head against the corner of the table, and looked up at McGonagall in confusion.

Anne also poked her head out from the back of the stairs, and her bright eyes looked at the steaming hot pot on the table with some curiosity.

"Father! Mother-sama! You're eating supper behind our backs! And it's still hot pot! Perhaps the fragrance was too tempting, Amy suddenly sobered up and said with some puffiness.

"Forehead ......"

McGonagall's smile was a little embarrassed.

"Wake up, do you want to come over and have some food together?" Irina picked up a fat cow roll, looked at Amy and Anne and said with a smile.

"Okay!" Amy's puffed face suddenly showed a smile, and she jumped forward, bit off the fat cow roll, and chewed happily, as if she had forgotten all the anger behind her, and did not forget to praise: "The fat cow is delicious......

McGonagall's expression was a little complicated and she looked at Amy, who was eating happily, and sure enough, the best way to appease a foodie was to plug her mouth with a delicious food, which was easier and faster than explaining anything.

"Annie, come over and get something to eat, too." McGonagall beckoned to Anne.

Anne quietly walked over and sat down in the chair beside McGonagall.

"Well, look at Shabu yourself, I'll go and mix two dipping dishes for you." McGonagall smiled and gave her a new pair of chopsticks, got up and walked towards the kitchen, out of the dipping plate, and had to add some more food, as long as Amy started eating, the combat power was no worse than Irina.

"Father, my dipping dish should be a little spicy, this hot pot is not spicy at all." Amy said at McGonagall's back.

"Okay." McGonagall's voice came from the kitchen, and as a young contestant who could handle perverted spiciness, this level of spiciness was really not good enough for Amy.

In between hot pots, McGonagall went to bake some crayfish and oysters.

Although it is not very healthy to eat supper late at night, the family sits in front of the hot pot and eats barbecue while shabu shabu, and the feeling of joy is really fragrant.

"Forget it this time, but next time you have a supper, you must remember to call me." When Amy was full of food, she didn't forget to look at McGonagall and Irina with a serious face and remind.

"Okay, next time." McGonagall smiled and nodded.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling let go of the little paw that pressed the lobster shell, raised his head and called, count me in.

These days, with Amy's permission, the ugly duckling is getting rounder and rounder after letting go of herself.

Anne learned Irina's elegance calmly, put down the chopsticks and stayed quietly, but judging from the slight smile on the corner of her mouth, she still liked this supper very much.

"Okay, you go upstairs and play for a while, and then go to sleep, you just finished eating, you can't go to bed and lie down." McGonagall waved her hand and drove the two little ones upstairs, where the playground could help them digest some supper.

And he began to clean up the table.

"Sean, what are you going to do with it?" Irina asked nonchalantly as McGonagall cleaned up the table.

"I can't kill him now, if he dies, it will be tantamount to directly pushing Qiao Xiu to the throne." McGonagall shook her head.

"Then let's kill together."

"If they are all killed, Andrei is afraid that he will immediately start a war that will encompass the entire continent, and it will be hysterical and whatever it takes."

"Then kill Andrei as well."

McGonagall smiled, "You know, the hardest man in the world is him." ”

"The old turtle ......," Irina pouted, but had to admit that McGonagall was right.

……

"Young Master, what are you looking for?" An old butler followed behind Harrison, watching him rummage through the cabinets and scatter clothes on the floor, and couldn't help but say helplessly.

"I'm looking for my black jacket, the one that looks so thin." Harrison poked his head out of the cupboard, looked at the old butler and said, "Do you know where it is?" ”

As someone who is heading to his first date tomorrow, Harrison is a little nervous.

In order to make a good impression on Georgina, he made a lot of demands on his image, including clothing.

But he tried on a lot of clothes, and looked at his bloated self in the bronze mirror, which made him very dissatisfied, so the maid searched for a long time and did not find the black dress he loved the most, so he had to come and find it himself.

"You're talking about the black jacket you wore ten years ago, right?" The old butler asked.

"Yes, yes, yes! Do you know where it goes? Harrison's eyes lit up.

"You threw it away nine and a half years ago, because you couldn't wear it." The old butler shook his head, "You were only one hundred and fifty pounds when you first customized that dress, and even if you keep it until now, you won't be able to wear it." ”

"Is this what it looks like...... Harrison was a little stunned, the handsome and dashing young man in his original impression was not because of the black clothes, but because he had also lost weight back then.

"You see, this is what you re-customized later, when it comes to two hundred and fifty pounds, if you squeeze it, this dress may be able to race in." The old butler found a black jacket from the pile of clothes on the ground.

"Come on, try!" Harrison regained his interest, and with the help of the old butler, he reluctantly tucked his massive body into the obviously ill-fitting jacket.

"It's a sad stomach." The clothes were barely put on, and in addition to the fact that the hands were basically unable to move, the stomach, which was as tight as a jar, was also particularly eye-catching.

"Young master, you just wear comfortable clothes, there is no need to make yourself so embarrassed." The butler looked at Harrison, "If the girl can take a fancy to you, it's definitely not because of your skin, but because of your interesting soul." ”

"That's right." Harrison smiled, his expression quickly froze, looked at the old butler, and said with some suspicion: "I think you are scolding me?" ”

"How come, I grew up watching you, let's wear this tomorrow, it looks like the soul will be a little more interesting." The butler turned over a robe with a duck embroidered on his chest from the pile of clothes, "The little girl likes this little fresh tone, isn't that what you said back then?" ”

"Okay, then I'll wear this tomorrow." Harrison nodded, feeling that his old butler was sometimes quite reliable.

"My soul is really interesting?" As the old butler went out, Harrison asked again with confirmation.

"They all say that the good-looking skins are the same, and the interesting souls are more than 300 catties, and you, ah, meet this standard very well." The old butler nodded earnestly.