Early in the morning, as soon as McGonagall opened her eyes, she saw Amy, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in the style of a duck, looking at him with a worried gaze.

"What's wrong, Xiaomi? Why did you wake up so early today? McGonagall sat up and asked softly.

"I dreamed last night that the kindest and loving man in the world fell."

"And then?"

"So when I woke up, I wanted to ask you, does it hurt?"

Amy reached out and touched McGonagall's forehead, her little face full of worry.

McGonagall felt her heart tremble, how could the little guy be so sweet this early morning, it was so sweet to the heart.

"Father is fine, although he fell, but he jumped up before he hit the ground, you see, it's okay anywhere." McGonagall smiled and raised her arm, smiling happily.

"Father, that's fine, that's great." Amy's face also smiled.

"Alright, then Father should get up and prepare something for you to eat." McGonagall touched the little one's head, got out of bed, washed up and went downstairs, only to notice a video recording of the system in her mind.

McGonagall drank water as she clicked on the video recording.

In the video, two minotaurs attack the restaurant, only to be bounced off by the restaurant's defenses, nearly choking McGonagall as she is drinking water.

"In the middle of the night, two stupid thieves came? But the system, your rebound technique is quite interesting. McGonagall, who finally stopped coughing, praised the system in her mind, but unfortunately there is no network in this world, otherwise this video would definitely be popular.

Putting down the glass, McGonagall couldn't help but want to go out to see if the wooden door that had been kicked and thrown a stone yesterday was broken, and when she opened the door, an envelope fell from the doorknob.

"What is this?"

McGonagall picked up the envelope, and the grass-green envelope was written in Juan Xiu's handwriting: Mr. McGonagall personally opened.

"Who wrote to me? I don't have any friends to send a letter to. McGonagall was a little puzzled, the handwriting looked like a woman's, "This shouldn't be a love letter, right?" ”

McGonagall muttered, ready to open the envelope.

"Has anyone written a love letter to your father?" Amy, who came downstairs at some point, leaned over and looked at the envelope in McGonagall's hand with curiosity.

"No, no, it's just an ordinary letter." McGonagall hurriedly shook her head, although she was moved just now, but it is undeniable that the little guy still has the identity of a spy, and some words can't reach Irina's ears, otherwise she can't explain it.

"It's okay, father, I won't tell Sister Irina, just read me what was written in the letter." Amy begged as she shook McGonagall's arm.

"Okay, good, I'll read it." McGonagall was swayed by Amy's heart, and opened the envelope and read, "Mr. McGonagall, I love you......"

McGonagall only read one sentence, and the rest of the words could not be read anymore.

"This ...... What a love letter this meows!! ”

"Shouldn't a professional love letter first express the pain of lovesickness that you can't ask for, and then implicitly express your admiration, and then end the topic at the end?!"

"How can you go straight to the point as soon as you come up! This level of ...... Only elementary school students write it, right? ”

McGonagall's spit spirit had begun to go berserk.

But when it comes to love letters, he remembered his young self, secretly fell in love with the little girl with a ponytail at the front table, endured the pain of lovesickness for three days, and couldn't help but write a love letter with a pen, the specific content he still remembers now, probably:

Oh! My Juliet......

Well, McGonagall didn't want to reminisce too much.

In short, he was indeed a little surprised by this straightforward opening.

"It's really a love letter! Who would have written it? Does she want to be my mother? Amy looked at the envelope in McGonagall's hand with curiosity, and many people were already in her mind.

"Sister Gina can't write, Sister Namia, Sister Elizabeth, Sister Barbara, Sister Phyllis, Sister Gloria, Teacher Luna, Sister Hill...... And Sister Shiryl, they all seem to be interested in their father...... So who wrote the love letters? Sister Irina has a lot of rivals, what can I do......" Amy muttered quietly, the expression on her little face a little distressed.

"That...... Xiaomi, in fact, this may be just a prank, what age is it, who still writes love letters so old-fashioned, hahaha......" McGonagall smiled awkwardly and politely, although he was also curious about who wrote it, but when he heard Amy's muttering, his back felt cold.

If this reaches Irina's ears, I don't know how many washboards I have to kneel to cover it.

"It's okay, Father, I'll help you find someone to write you a love letter to." Amy smiled and relieved.

"I'm more afraid of ...... like you," McGonagall said silently in her heart.

……

Phyllis was the first to arrive at the restaurant as usual.

As soon as Phyllis entered the door, Amy stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Sister Bean Sprouts, do you like your father?" ”

"Huh?" Phyllis was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, Amy's face turned red all of a sudden, and she glanced at McGonagall, who was standing on the side with a loveless face, and quickly withdrew her gaze, pinched the corner of her clothes, and said with a little twist: "I...... I...... The owner is a nice guy and I ...... I think everybody is going to love him. ”

"In other words, you like my father too?" Amy blinked and muttered in a low voice, "I treat you as a sister, but you want to be my mother......"

"I ...... I'm not ......" Phyllis's face was as red as a red apple, and she shyly tried to find a crack in the ground to turn into.

"Did you write a love letter to your father?" Amy then asked.

"Love letters?" Phyllis froze, but this time she shook her head decisively, "No." ”

"Well, I believe you." Amy nodded, a little disappointed.

"Did anyone write a love letter to Mr. McGonagall? Who is going to do it to Mr. McGonagall? Phyllis entered the kitchen and felt her heart lift.

Next up at the restaurant are Mia, Elizabeth and Barbara.

"Sister Mia, Sister Elizabeth, and Sister Barbara, do you like your father?" Amy asked, looking at the three of them.

"I like it, I like my boss so much." Mia nodded earnestly.

Elizabeth glanced at McGonagall, "He's a good guy. ”

Barbara also glanced at McGonagall, coughed lightly, and said, "I don't like men." ”

"Did you write him a love letter?"

Amy then asked.