A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Clean up the bathroom, Mag glanced at Amy who was still sleeping, put the small skirt, tights and white shoes on the bed, and made up Little Brat in her heart, and put on this skirt, it must be very cute The corners of his mouth couldn't help rising, and took a small set of toiletries in hand, and went out lightly and went downstairs.

This kitchen Mag is already familiar and ca n’t be familiar with it anymore. On the hob that did not have kitchenware last night, the kitchenware needed to make Yangzhou Fried Rice is now ready. Open the refrigerator and take a look. All kinds of ingredients are also readily available. The prawns were wandering happily in the glass pool.

"It's time to show the real cooking skills and make a loving breakfast for Amy." Mag washed his hands and started to cook rice.

"Father?" Not long after, in the second floor room, Amy stumbled, but didn't touch a familiar person, and opened his eyes stupidly, sat up and looked at some strangers. The room was stunned for a while before I remembered that it was a new house that Father had changed from last night, but Father on the side of the big bed didn't know where to go. He couldn't help but be a little anxious, holding on to the small railing and climbing up.

But as soon as she got up, her eyes were attracted by the little black skirt next to the bed. The eye suddenly flashed. She took the little skirt in surprise and put it on her face. She felt soft and smooth and happy. whispered: "It must be Father who made me a little skirt, so beautiful, Amy loves it."

Mag did n’t know that Little Brat was awake, and cooked the rice. The power of this rice cooker is very high. The rice is cooked quickly. Although the rice is fresh, it is clear, granular, sparkling and translucent. gratifying.

"What kind of rice is this? Even white rice, I think I can eat 2 large bowls." Mag couldn't help whispering, and the prawn, even if you just boil it in the water, the taste is probably the same Extremely delicious.

After taking all the ingredients required by Yangzhou Fried Rice, clean all the ingredients. The moment he held the knife, Mag's expression became very serious. This is his experience in the God of Cookery space. Dishes are a wholeheartedly invested thing, and it's a chef's attitude.

A Chinese kitchen knife is flexibly turning in Mag's hands. Whether it is crispy bamboo shoots or hard-shelled prawns, they have become evenly-grained spare ingredients. After 10000 knife skill exercises, his knife Skill has become very skilled.

Of course, no chef can practice these knife skills with such luxury.

Pour oil into the pot, and put all kinds of ingredients into the pot in order. A strong fragrance permeates the kitchen, and it floats down the door. Into the room with a gap.

Sitting on the bed, Amy trying to put on her new skirt was giggling. This was the first time she wore such a beautiful skirt. It was so comfortable and softly attached to her body, like wearing a cloud on her body. It's average, fluttering, but feels very warm.

Then Amy smelled the scent. The original blue big eye that had some sleepy eyes flashed immediately. Harder sniffed his nose, "what a good smell! Isn't Father doing anything delicious?"

Regardless of wearing the pair of long socks in her eyes, Amy climbed off the bed from a ladder, put on white shoes, and ran towards the door with her short legs deng deng.

The door opened, and the aroma became stronger. Amy swallowed, and her stomach couldn't help but gu lu lu shouted. This aroma was never smelled by her, even the roast goose shop on the side of the square. The smell of roasted goose smelled at the door was not half that of the scent, and the steps downstairs became more brisk, and I could not wait to fly to the kitchen to see what Father was doing.

"What is a good smell, what is Father doing? ..." Amy walked into the kitchen, before he finished speaking, looking at wearing a simple and plain white and black chef clothes, cutting off long curly hair and beard The back of Mag, the words behind came to an abrupt end, the blue eyes opened wide, and it was full of incredible colors. Is this man really Father?

"En? Amy is awake?" Mag heard his voice and turned his head toward the door with a surprise.

Little Brat has put on a black loli skirt, a gothic skirt, and white shoes with pink butterflies. After a good night's sleep, the silky silver hair raises a strand of dull hair and opens her mouth slightly. The look at the door was so cute and adorable, watching the expression was startled by his current look, said with a smile: "Why, did you not recognize father after only a single sleep?"

"It's really Father!" Amy blinked, exclaiming in surprise. His long curly hair turned into better-looking short hair, his beards were gone, his clothes became clean and beautiful, his smile on his face looked bright and comfortable, and, more importantly, Father looked like he has become So tall, like a giant standing up all of a sudden, the straight body is like a big tree.

"Father seems to be tall today, as tall as a big tree, and he looks so handsome and looks good." Amy came over happily.

"Is it taller?" Mag glanced down, presumably the body he was holding was upright, and he changed into a tight-fitting suit, so he looked taller. Of course, getting handsome is even more worthwhile, and surely little girl still likes uncle that looks refreshing.

Little Brat's sight was quickly attracted by Mag's frying pan again, staring on tiptoe, full of curiously asked: "But Father, what is delicious in the pan? Why does it smell? So fragrant, even more delicious than roast goose? Amy is hungry ... "

"This is Yangzhou Fried Rice. This is our breakfast for today. There is a small pink toothbrush and a tooth cup over there. Amy brushed her teeth and washed her face. She can come to breakfast, OK?" Mag Wei said with a smile , Try to make his voice softer, he was kind of cold to others, he never smiled when talking to others, now he is trying to adapt to a kind father role, he wants to give Amy the warmth of the whole world.

"Okay." Amy's nicely nodded, and glanced at the pot again, then reluctantly went to the side and picked up the toothbrush and small cup, and started to brush her teeth with the toothbrush for the first time under the guidance of Mag .

Mag carefully stir-fried the fried rice, turn off the heat, and bring it out. A bowl of brightly colored Yangzhou Fried Rice is complete.

"Wow, beautiful fried rice! Father is awesome." Amy just brushed his teeth, ran over, and watched Yangzhou Fried Rice mixed with a variety of colors. His eyes lighted up and he praised them seriously. Road.

"Well, I feel the same way." Mag nodded, the smile on his face couldn't be hidden, and there was a sense of accomplishment.

Amy stepped forward and sniffed, couldn't help but swallowed, looked up at Mag, and muttered her mouth quietly: "what a good smell, Father, Amy wants to eat Yang ... Yangzhou Fried Rice."

"It's all yours!" Mag looked at Little Brat's coquettish look, and her heart was about to sprout. There was a cry in her heart, but she couldn't help it. She reached out and wiped off a little foam from the corner of Little Brat's mouth. "No, not now. Wash your hands before eating."

"Then Father move a bit faster." Amy took Mag's hand and walked towards the pool.

Mag raised an eyebrow, as if there was something wrong, and he was even rejected by Little Brat.

Little Brat finished washing his hands, Mag took the plate of Yangzhou Fried Rice to the table where he ate yesterday, and Amy was seated, holding a small spoon in his hand, full of anticipation from the moment Mag left the door. Staring at the fried rice in his hand.

"Eat." Mag lowered the plate and smiled and touched Little Brat's head.