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

Another rare day off.

Early in the morning, Amy got up from the bed, stretched her hands and stretched her waist, rubbed her sloppy eyes, and climbed onto the big bed, kneeling next to Mag’s pillow, just trying to wake him up, but watching Anshen With the Mag, he stopped his small hand again.

“Father usually works so hard, let him sleep well on a rest day.” Amy retracted his small hand, leaned down and kissed Mag’s cheek gently, then got out of bed lightly, and tried to climb still trying. Ugly Duckling who went to bed beckoned, raised his arms, opened the door and walked downstairs, and whispered, “Ugly Duckling, don’t let Father fight, he can work hard every day.”

“Meow ~” Ugly Duckling looked at Amy unknowingly, but his voice suddenly dropped a lot.

“Everyday all is for Father to cook for me. I decided today that I will make a loving breakfast for Father.” Going downstairs, Amy put down Ugly Duckling, then moved over a small stool, stood up, and then Tiptoe to untie the small apron hanging by the door.

This was given by Bernice Aunt, but it was hardly ever used.

Amy had the appearance of learning father, talking about an apron tied to her body, then carrying a small bench into the kitchen, washing her hands, and then ran to the refrigerator to look at the various ingredients inside, showing a little awkward look.

“So much meat and vegetables, what should I do?”

“Meow meow ~~” Ugly Duckling exchanged the glass fish tank with his claws, and his fat face was full of expectations.

“No, Father said. It’s lighter for breakfast, not fish.” Amy shook her head.

“Meow meow!”

Ugly Duckling ran to the other side of the aquarium again, calling the box that was holding the prawns.

“Prawn shrimp is a good choice.” Amy nodded, then picked up the small net, stood on the small bench and laboriously picked up 2 fat prawns.

Flap, a prawn unwilling to take his fate out of the small net bag, landed on the ground, and tried to jump towards the sewer pipe. .

“Meow!” Ugly Duckling rushed forward, raised one claw, and held the prawn in one.

“Ugly Duckling, good job.” Amy came over and grabbed the prawn the size of her palm from under Ugly Duckling’s small paw. “I will reward you with a shrimp head.”

“Meow Meow Meow ~~” Ugly Duckling shouted with excitement.

“In addition to prawns, some beans, beef, shiitake mushrooms … By the way, how should the fire be turned on? Forget it, let’s burn a Fireball directly … Oh! It seems the fire is a little bit big, how does the bottom of the pot change? It ’s a hole? No, I have to do it again … “

Amy was tinkering in the kitchen alone, making some strange noises from time to time.

Mag was awakened by a smoky smell.

“What’s this smell?” Mag opened his eyes a little confused, looking naturally towards the small bed, and every morning I could see what Amy looked like in his sleep, but today there is no trace, no one on the bed!

“Amy!” Mag collapsed from the bed with a stun, walked to the cot in two steps, and touched it in the quilt. There was no human temperature. Obviously, Little Brat had been up for a while.

“Where did you go?” Regardless of changing clothes, Mag dressed in pajamas opened the door and went out. A scorching and smoky smell suddenly assaults the senses, making Mag can’t help but cough 2 times.

“What is Little Brat doing? Set fire to home?” Mag was shocked, and the smoke and burnt smell apparently came from downstairs. Even if he told him that there was a fire downstairs, he would not have it. Suspicious, he hurried downstairs.

“It still seems a little weird, I don’t know if Father likes it, come on, Ugly Duckling, you can taste it again …” Mag just walked to the door of the kitchen, heard Amy’s, and stopped.

“Did Amy make breakfast for me?” Mag showed a hint of surprise, feeling warm in her heart. Little Brat got up silently and went downstairs to make breakfast for him.

Instead of rushing to speak, Mag sneaked his head into the kitchen and saw a weird picture:

Amy’s had a long spoon in his hand, which contained a thick black thick soup, walking slowly towards Ugly Duckling, with a smile on his face.

Ugly Duckling stepped back, stepping back to the corner. There was no way to go back. Big eyes looked at the thick black soup. Some of them stood up in a horror and covered their faces. Born without love.

“Ugly Duckling, that’s okay, although it might taste a little strange, but it was fed to Father after all. At least you must ensure that it won’t die, so you can only test it.” Amy smiled. Reached out and removed one of Ugly Duckling’s fat claws.

“Meow ~” Ugly Duckling looked at Amy resentfully, are you a devil? You do n’t even know if you can eat it.

Mag looked at this scene, and suddenly didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

Looking at the kitchen again, there was a little helplessness in Mag’s smile. Although it was generally neat, he looked at the neatly arranged 3 pots that burned through the bottom of the pot, and the ball of Fireball jumping on the stove. This is almost the kitchen terminator.

Some couldn’t stand it. Amy continued to let Ugly Duckling’s poisonous Mag come out, stood at the door and looked at Amy with a smile and said, “Amy, why did you get up so early?”

“Father!” Amy was startled, turned to look at Mag, and hidden the spoon in her hand, a little frustrated whispered: “Because Amy thinks Father is too hard, so I want to get up and do it for Father A breakfast, but … but … “

“It turned out that Amy made breakfast for Father. No wonder I was always able to smell the scent in my sleep. Let me see what Amy did deliciously.” Mag walked into the restaurant with a smile, and came straight In front of the stove, looking at the frying pot of dark brown stew above, the eyelids couldn’t help jumping.

“This is prawn shrimp stew with beans, beef stew, stew with mushrooms, stew …” Amy scratched his fingers and counted all the ingredients, almost all the ingredients in the refrigerator, then looked at Mag full of expectations. “Father, do you like to eat?”

Mag looked at Amy’s big blue eye. Little Brat obviously had no interest in cooking, but it took that many thoughts to make him a breakfast. Although the smell was a little strange, but that thought made He was so moved, he smiled and touched Amy’s head. “Well, father likes it, thank you Amy.”

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