Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"It smells so good~~"

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

Irina and Mag, who were eating happily, froze at the same time, and turned their heads to look in the direction of the stairs.

Amy rubbed her sleepy eyes and stood at the stairs, squinting slightly and looking at them.

The ugly duckling yawned, stepped on the ground, bounced and rolled down, bumped its head on the corner of the table, raised its head in a daze and called out to Mag.

Annie also poked her head out from behind the stairs, her bright eyes looked curiously at the steaming hot pot on the table.

"My lord father! My lord mother! You guys are eating supper behind our backs again! What's more, it's hot pot!" Maybe it was because the smell was too tempting, Amy woke up all of a sudden, and said a little angrily.

"Forehead……"

There was a bit of embarrassment in Mag's smile.

"Wake up, do you want to come over and eat together?" Irina picked up a piece of fat beef roll, looked at Amy and Annie and said with a smile.

"Okay!" Amy's angry face suddenly showed a smile, and she jumped forward, bit off the fat beef roll, and chewed happily, as if she had thrown away all the forgotten anger. In the back of his head, he still did not forget to praise: "The fat cow is delicious..."

Mag looked at Amy who was eating happily with a complicated expression. Sure enough, the best way to appease a foodie was to cover her mouth with delicious food, which was more convenient and quicker than explaining anything.

"Annie, come over to eat something too." Mag beckoned to Annie.

Annie walked over quietly and sat down on the chair beside Mag.

"Here, look at it yourself, I'll make two dipping dishes for you." Mag smiled and gave her a new pair of chopsticks, got up and walked towards the kitchen, after the dipping dishes came out, she had to order more dishes, Amy just He started to eat, but his fighting power was no worse than Irina's.

"Father, my dipping dish needs to be spicy, this hot pot is not spicy at all." Amy said to Mag's back.

"Okay." Mag's voice came from the kitchen. As a young player who can withstand abnormally spicy, this level of spicy taste is really not enough for Amy.

While eating hot pot, Mag went to grill some crayfish and oysters.

Although it is not healthy to eat supper late at night, the whole family sits around in front of the hot pot, cooking hot pot and eating barbecue at the same time.

"Forget it this time, but next time you have supper, you must remember to call me." When Amy left the table with a full meal, she still looked at Mag and Irina seriously and reminded.

"Okay, next time." Mag nodded with a smile.

"Meow~" Ugly Duckling let go of the little paw holding the lobster shell, raised his head and called out, counting me in.

These days, with Amy's permission, the ugly duckling has become more and more mellow after letting itself go.

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

"Okay, you go upstairs to play for a while, go to bed again, just finished eating, so you can't go to bed." Mag waved his hand, and drove the two little guys upstairs. The playground can help them digest some supper.

And he started clearing the table.

"Sean, what are you going to do with it?" Irina asked casually as she helped Mag clean up the dining table.

"I can't kill him now. If he dies, it will be tantamount to pushing Joshua to the throne." Mag shook his head.

"Then kill them together."

"If they are all killed, Andre may immediately launch a war that sweeps across the entire continent, and it will be hysterical, regardless of the cost."

"Then kill Andre too."

Mag smiled: "You know, the hardest person in the world to kill is him."

"That old turtle..." Irina curled her lips, but she had to admit that Mag's words were correct.

...

"Master, what are you looking for?" An old housekeeper followed behind Harrison,

Seeing him rummaging through boxes and boxes, clothes scattered all over the floor, I couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

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

As a person who is about to go on his first date tomorrow, Harrison is indeed a little nervous.

In order to leave a good impression on Georgina, he put forward many requirements on his image, including clothing.

But he tried on a lot of clothes, looking at his bloated self in the bronze mirror, he was very dissatisfied, and the maid searched for it for a long time, but he couldn't find the black dress that was his favorite back then, so he had to find it himself.

"You mean the black jacket you wore ten years ago?" asked the old butler.

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

"You threw it away nine and a half years ago, because you couldn't wear it." The old housekeeper shook his head, "You were only 150 catties when you ordered that dress, even if you keep it until now, you still can't wear it. It's over."

"It turned out to be like this..." Harrison was a little lost. It turned out that the handsome young man in his impression was not because of the black clothes, but because he had lost weight back then.

"Look, this was re-customized by you later. When it weighs two hundred and fifty catties, if you squeeze it, this dress might fit in." The old housekeeper found a black jacket from the pile of clothes on the ground. .

"Come on, try it!" Harrison regained his enthusiasm, and with the help of the old housekeeper, he reluctantly stuffed his huge body into this apparently ill-fitting jacket.

"This is really a sad stomach." The clothes were barely put on, except that the hands were basically unable to move, and the stomach that was stretched like a jar was particularly eye-catching.

"Young master, you can wear comfortable clothes, there is no need to make yourself so embarrassed." The butler looked at Harrison, "If the girl can fall in love with you, it must not be because of your skin, but because of your appearance." Funny soul."

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

"How could it be? I grew up watching you. Let's wear this tomorrow. It looks like the soul will be a little more interesting." The housekeeper found a long gown with a little duck embroidered on the chest from the pile of clothes, " The little girl likes this kind of small and fresh tone, didn't you say it yourself back then."

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

"My soul is really interesting?" Harrison asked again when the old butler left the house.

"They all said that good-looking skins are the same, and interesting souls weigh more than three hundred pounds. You, you meet this standard very well." The old housekeeper nodded seriously.

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