Another rare day off.

Early in the morning, Amy sat up from the bed, stretched out her hands, rubbed her worried eyes and climbed onto the big bed, knelt beside McGonagall's pillow, and just wanted to wake him up, but looking at McGonagall who was following peacefully, she stopped her little hand again.

"Father usually works so hard, let him sleep well on his days off." Amy withdrew her little hand, leaned over and kissed McGonagall lightly on the cheek, then got out of bed lightly, beckoned to the ugly duckling who was still trying to climb into bed, picked it up, opened the door and walked downstairs, and whispered when she went out: "Ugly duckling, don't quarrel with your father, he works hard every day." ”

"Meow meow~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy as if he didn't understand, but his voice suddenly decreased a lot.

"Every day, my father cooks for me, and today I have decided that I will make a loving breakfast for my father." Downstairs, Amy put the ugly duckling down, then brought a small stool, stood on it, and tiptoed off the little apron hanging by the door.

It was given to her by Aunt Bernice, but it was barely used.

Amy followed her father's example, said that the apron was tied to her body, and then carried a small bench into the kitchen, washed her hands, and then ran to the refrigerator to look at the various ingredients inside, revealing a few points of embarrassment.

"With so much meat and vegetables, what should I do?"

"Meow~~" The ugly duckling pulled the glass fish tank on the side with his paws and exchanged, his fat face full of anticipation.

"No, my father said, breakfast should be lighter, and you can't eat fish." Amy shook her head.

"Meow~!"

The ugly duckling ran to the other side of the tank again, and the grid pulling the prawns called out.

"Prawns and shrimp are a good choice." Amy nodded, then picked up the small net and stood on the small bench with some difficulty to scoop up two fat prawns.

Pop, a prawn unwilling to accept his fate fell out of the small net pocket, landed on the ground, and jumped trying to jump towards the sewer pipe.

"Meow!" The ugly duckling leaned in at once, raised one of his paws, and held down the prawn.

"Ugly duckling, well done." Amy walked over and grabbed the prawn the size of her palm from under the ugly duckling's paws, "I'll reward you with a prawn head." ”

"Meow meow~~" The ugly duckling chirped a little excitedly.

"In addition to the prawns, I also want some beans, beef, and shiitake mushrooms...... By the way, how should the fire be turned on? Forget it, let's just burn a fireball...... Oh no! It seems that the fire is a little bigger, how did the bottom of the pot become a hole? No, we have to do it all over again......"

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

McGonagall was awakened by the smell of smoke.

"What does it smell like?" McGonagall opened her eyes a little dazed, and naturally looked at the small bed, she could see Amy in her sleep every morning, but today she was gone, and there was no one on the bed!

"Amy!" McGregor collapsed from the bed, walked to the side of the small bed in two steps, and touched the bed, there was no human body temperature, obviously the little guy had been up for a while.

"Where have you been?" Without bothering to change her clothes, McGonagall opened the door and walked out in her pajamas, and the smell of burnt and smoky suddenly hit her face, making McGonagall cough dryly.

"What is the little guy doing? Set fire to your home? McGonagall was startled, the smoke and the smell of burnt were obviously coming from downstairs, and even if he told him that there was a fire downstairs, he would not have the slightest suspicion, and hurried downstairs.

"It still seems a little strange, I don't know if my father will like it, come, ugly duckling, you can taste it again......" McGonagall had just walked to the kitchen door when she heard Amy's words, and stopped for a moment.

"Is Amy making me breakfast?" McGonagall showed a hint of surprise, and her heart suddenly felt warm, and the little one got up silently, and secretly went downstairs to make breakfast for him.

McGonagall didn't rush to make a sound, but secretly poked her head out to look into the kitchen, and then saw a strange picture:

Amy held a long spoon of sticky black soup in her hand, and walked slowly towards the ugly duckling with a smile on her face.

The ugly duckling retreated step by step, until he had no way to retreat into the corner, looking at the black soup with big eyes, and stood up with two front legs in horror, covering his face, looking loveless.

"Ugly duckling, it's okay, although the taste may be a little strange, but after all, this is for my father, at least I have to ensure that I won't die after eating it, so I can only test the poison by you." Amy smiled and reached out to pick up one of the ugly duckling's fat claws.

"Meow~" The ugly duckling looked at Amy with a resentful face, are you the devil? Even you don't know if you can eat it, so give it to me!

McGonagall looked at this scene and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

Looking at the kitchen again, McGonagall's smile gradually showed a hint of helplessness, although it was generally neat, but looking at the three pots that burned through the bottom of the pot neatly arranged on the side, and the fireball jumping on the stove, this was simply the kitchen terminator.

Unable to stand it, Amy continued to let the ugly duckling test McGonagall walked out, stood at the door and looked at Amy and smiled, "Xiaomi, why did you get up so early?" ”

"Father!" Amy was slightly startled, turned to look at McGonagall, hid the soup spoon in her hand behind her, and whispered in frustration: "Because Millet thinks my father is too hard, I want to get up and make breakfast for my father, but ...... But ......"

"It turned out that Millet made breakfast for my father, no wonder I could always smell the fragrance in my sleep just now, let me see what Millet made delicious." McGonagall smiled and walked into the dining room, headlining to the stove, her eyelids jumping at the bubbling pot of black-brown stew on it.

"This is prawn and shrimp stewed beans, stewed beef and meat, stewed shiitake mushrooms, stewed ......" Amy counted the various ingredients with her fingers, almost said all the ingredients in the refrigerator, and then looked at McGonagall expectantly and said, "Father, do you like to eat?" ”

McGonagall looked at Amy's big blue eyes, the little guy obviously had no interest in cooking, but in order to make him a breakfast, he put so much effort into it, although the smell was a little strange, but that heart moved him, smiled and touched Amy's head and said, "Well, father likes it, thank you Xiaomi." ”