Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

After tidying up the bathroom, Mag glanced at Amy who was still sleeping, put the little skirt, pantyhose and little white shoes by the bed, and made up for the little guy in this dress in his mind. Very cute, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, he took a small set of toiletries, and went out and went downstairs lightly.

This kitchen Mag is already familiar with and can no longer be familiar with, and on the stovetop where there were no kitchen utensils last night, all the kitchen utensils needed to make Yangzhou fried rice are now ready. When I open the refrigerator, I can see that all kinds of ingredients are also readily available. In the glass pool of , the prawns are happily wandering.

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

"Father?" Not long after, in the room on the second floor, Amy turned over in a daze, but didn't touch anyone she knew. The room was stunned for a while, and then I remembered that this was the new house my father had transformed last night, but the big bed on the side, my father, didn't know where to go.

But as soon as she got up, her eyes were attracted by the little black dress beside the bed, her eyes lit up, she took the little dress in surprise and rubbed it on her face, feeling soft and smooth, happy He murmured: "This must be the little skirt that my father gave me. It's so beautiful, and Xiaomi likes it very much."

Mag doesn't know that the little guy has woken up and cooks the rice. The power of this rice cooker is very high, and the rice is cooked very quickly. Although the rice is freshly cooked, the grains are clear, crystal clear, and the fragrance is pleasant. .

"What kind of rice is this, even if it is white rice, I think it can eat two big bowls." Mag couldn't help muttering, and the prawns, even if they were boiled in water, the taste was probably Also extremely delicious.

He took the required amount of various ingredients for a Yangzhou fried rice and cleaned it up. The moment he held the knife, Mag's expression became extremely serious. This is the experience he got in the kitchen god space. It's something that requires devotion, a chef's attitude.

A Chinese kitchen knife is turning flexibly in Mag's hands. Whether it is crispy winter bamboo shoots or prawns with hard shells, it has become a spare ingredient with uniform particles. After tens of thousands of knife skills practice, his knife skills Has become very skilled.

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

Pour oil into the pot, put all kinds of ingredients into the pot in order, a strong fragrance permeates the kitchen, floats out along the door, floats up the stairs without closing the door, floats Into the room with a gap left.

Sitting on the bed, Amy, who was trying her best to put on a new dress, was giggling. It was the first time she wore such a beautiful dress. It was so comfortable and soft against her body, like wearing clouds on top of her. The body is normal, light and fluffy, but it feels very warm.

Then Amy smelled the fragrance, her blue eyes that were still a little sleepy immediately lit up, and she sniffed her nose vigorously, "It smells good! Could it be that Father is doing something delicious?"

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

Pushing the door open, the fragrance became more intense. Amy swallowed her saliva, and her stomach couldn't help but growl. She had never smelled this kind of fragrance, even in the roast goose shop on the side of the square. The smell of roast goose at the door was not half as good as this, and the footsteps going downstairs became more brisk.

"It smells so good, what delicious food is your father doing..." Amy walked into the kitchen, and before she finished speaking, she looked at the simple white and black chef's uniform,

The back of Mag, who had cut off his long curly hair and beard, came to an abrupt end. His blue eyes were wide open and filled with incredible colors. Is this person really my father?

"Huh? Is Xiaomi already awake?" Mag heard the voice and turned his head to look at the door unexpectedly.

The little guy has changed into a black loli skirt, a gothic-style skirt, and white shoes with pink butterflies. After a good night's sleep, his silky silver hair is curled up, and his mouth is slightly open. He looked so cute and cute at the door. Seeing his expression, he was shocked by his current appearance. He smiled and said, "Why, can't you recognize your father after a sleep?"

"It's really my father!" Amy blinked and exclaimed in surprise. His long curly hair has turned into better-looking short hair, the tangled beard is gone, his clothes have become clean and beautiful, and the smile on his face looks so bright and comfortable, and, more importantly, Father Father looks different today. So tall, like a giant standing up all at once, with a straight body like a big tree.

"My father seems to have grown taller today, as tall as a big tree, and has become so handsome and good-looking." Xiaomi came over happily.

"Has it gotten taller?" Mag lowered his head and glanced, probably because his hunched body had straightened up, and he had changed into well-fitting clothes, so he looked taller. Of course, things like becoming handsome are even more gratifying. Sure enough, the little girl still likes the uncle who looks refreshing.

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

"This is Yangzhou fried rice. This is our breakfast today. There are small pink toothbrushes and tooth cups over there. Xiaomi has brushed his teeth and washed his face just enough to have breakfast, okay?" Mag said with a smile, trying his best to Make your voice softer. In the past life, he treated people a little coldly, and he never laughed when talking to people. 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, and glanced at the pot again, and then walked to the side with reluctance to pick up the toothbrush and small cup, and started the first time under the guidance of Mag. Brush your teeth with a toothbrush.

Mag stir-fries the fried rice seriously, turns off the heat, takes out the pot, and a bowl of brightly colored Yangzhou fried rice is finished.

"Wow, what a beautiful fried rice! My father is amazing." Amy just brushed her teeth and ran over, looking at the Yangzhou fried rice mixed with various colors, her eyes suddenly lit up, serious praised.

"Well, I think so too." Mag nodded, the smile on his face could not be hidden, and he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Amy leaned forward to smell it, couldn't help swallowing her saliva, looked up at Mag, pouted her little mouth and said coquettishly: "It's so fragrant, my father, Xiaomi wants to eat Yang... Yangzhou fried rice."

"It's all yours!" Mag looked at the little guy's coquettish appearance, his heart was about to melt, and there was a voice shouting in his heart, but he still held back, reached out and wiped a little foam from the corner of the little guy's mouth, shaking He shook his head and said, "Not now, you must wash your hands before eating in the future."

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

Mag raised his eyebrows, as if something wasn't right, and he was even disliked by the little guy.

After the little guy washed his hands, Mag took the plate of Yangzhou Fried Rice to the table where he finished eating yesterday. Amy was already seated, holding a small spoon in his hand, and looking forward to the door from Mag. From the beginning, he has been staring at the fried rice in his hand.

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