As soon as she entered the house, Alice could already smell the smell of rice, which was not the maid's lunch for her, but the lunch she had made for her father.

Since the age of five, when Alice was not tall enough to reach the stove, the task of cooking was already a daily necessity for her. Even if you have to step on a stool to get to the stove.

It wasn't Duff who asked her to do this, but because otherwise, Alice barely had enough to eat.

When I came to the stove, I skillfully stepped on the wooden stool, lifted the lid of the big iron pot, and the fragrant rice came from the nose, and the porridge in the pot had already been cooked.

Every day before going to school, Alice would put the rice in the pot, make firewood, and when she returned, the porridge would be cooked.

Picking up the two bowls that were already broken and notched next to the stove, Alice carefully filled the two bowls of porridge and placed them on the table behind her. The rice grains in the porridge can be counted almost at a glance, and for Alice, who is the one who grows in the body, this bit of nutrition is obviously not enough, in order not to starve to death, she has not used her system to add attribute points for a long time.

"Father, it's time to eat."

Alice exclaimed.

Half an hour later, the curtain of the inner door was lifted, and a large rosacea figure walked out with a somewhat stumbling step.

It was a middle-aged man, who looked to be close to thirty years old, and his blonde hair added a little color to him, but his dress was not flattering.

The wrinkled aristocratic robe was worn on the body, and the black paint that had been rubbed on it had not been wiped off from somewhere, the gray skin, the originally decent facial features were also destroyed by the big rosacea, and he looked sleepy-eyed, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and his beard had not been tidied for I don't know how many days.

His eyes were glazed and dim, and even though the night had passed, Alice couldn't help but frown at the smell of alcohol on his body.

This is Duff, Alice's father in this world.

Before the age of five, she had a happy home, but since the death of her mother and the gambling of her father, everything has changed, everything that can be sold in the family has been sold, and the maid has been fired.

At first, Duff would cook, but as time went on, when Alice started to cook on his own, Duff didn't care about anything. As soon as she has money, she will use it to gamble, if it weren't for the three years of money paid by the academy at the beginning, I'm afraid she would have dropped out of school and gone home by now.

But even so, the primary education of the academy has to be completed, and then you will either enter the intermediate academy of ordinary people, or enter the martial arts academy of martial artists or the magician academy of magicians, and all of this will cost money.

Alice has had a grudge and a grudge against Duff's attitude, but more often than not, she hopes that Duff can return to the past, and the killing intent that occasionally gushes out of her heart is suppressed under this hope.

Duff grabbed the bowl on the table, not afraid of being hot, and poured the porridge into his belly in a big gulp, and his gray face looked a little more shiny.

"Father, there's more."

Alice took the bowl from Duff's hand and filled him with another bowl of porridge. I also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

Soon, seventy or eighty percent of the porridge entered Duff's stomach, and he let out a long breath and put the bowl on the table. His drooping eyelids opened a few points and looked at Alice.

"You're at home and looking after the house, I'll go out for a walk. When you get back, you'll have dinner ready. ”

Duff's work and rest habits are very regular, sleeping in the morning, going out to gamble and drink in the afternoon, or attending some aristocratic gatherings to see if he can get money, and coming back to rest when he is tired of playing at night.

"Hmm."

Alice nodded silently.

Duff stood up, drank a lot of porridge, and his body finally stopped shaking, and walked towards the door.

"Father."

Alice screamed suddenly.

Duff stood up and turned his head to look at her, his eyebrows visibly a little more impatient.

Alice lowered her head and whispered.

"I'm nine years old, can I go to the mage's exam?"

Ever since she was a child, Alice has been very interested in knowledge, and she is hungry for all knowledge, and the magician is the most knowledgeable person in this world, and she can't let it go.

Hearing this, Duff withdrew his gaze and walked out with a wave of his hands.

"If you want to go, you can go, don't think that I will help you pay the registration fee, of course you can trick the little white face who likes you to pay you, that's also your ability."

The little white face in Duff's mouth is Alice's childhood sweetheart, and it was from his childhood playmate Ka Lan that Alice learned about the magician's assessment.

"Hmm."

Alice answered without replying, and after Duff left completely, Alice quickly finished eating, and then washed the dishes, and returned to her room, the pink house and some white dolls and rag dolls at the head of the bed, making the room full of girlish atmosphere.

Skillfully coming to the bed, Alice reached under the bed and fumbled for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she took out a small can in the shape of a pig's head from under the bed.

"Hope is enough, hope is enough ......"

The girl chattered nervously, and at the same time opened the lid of the can, and shook it downward, and pieces of copper and silver coins poured down along the mouth.

"Ten, Twenty, Thirty, Forty......"