It was another rare day off.
Early in the morning, Amy sat up on the bed and stretched her arms. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and climbed onto the big bed. She knelt beside Meg's pillow and wanted to wake him up, but she stopped when she saw Meg sleeping peacefully.
"Father works so hard every day. Let him sleep in on his day off." Amy retracted her little hand and leaned over to kiss Meg's face gently. Then, she got off the bed quietly and waved at Ugly Duckling, who was still trying to climb onto the bed. She picked it up, opened the door, and walked downstairs. After she went out, she whispered, "Ugly Duckling, don't disturb Father. He works so hard every day."
"Meow, meow ~" Ugly Duckling looked at Amy with a confused expression, but its voice became much softer.
"Father cooks for me every day. Today, I've decided that I'm going to make a breakfast of love for Father." After going downstairs, Amy put Ugly Duckling down and moved a stool over. Then, she stood on her tiptoes and took off the little apron that was hanging by the door.
It was given to her by Aunt Bernice, but she almost never used it.
Amy imitated her father and put on the apron. Then, she moved the stool into the kitchen and washed her hands. Then, she ran to the fridge and looked at the various ingredients in it with a troubled expression.
"There's so much meat and vegetables. What should I make?"
"Meow, meow ~" Ugly Duckling used its paws to pull at the glass fish tank at the side. Its fat face was full of anticipation.
"No, Father said that breakfast has to be bland. I can't have fish." Amy shook her head.
"Meow, meow ~!"
Ugly Duckling ran to the other side of the fish tank and cried out while pulling at the prawn compartment.
"Prawns are a good choice." Amy nodded. Then, she picked up the small net and stood on the stool to scoop up two fat prawns with some effort.
Plop. A prawn that refused to accept its fate fell out of the small net and landed on the ground. It tried to jump towards the sewer pipe.
"Meow!" Ugly Duckling went over immediately and raised a paw to press down on the prawn.
"Ugly Duckling, good job." Amy walked over and grabbed the prawn that was as big as her palm from Ugly Duckling's paw. "I'll reward you with a prawn head later."
"Meow, meow, meow ~" Ugly Duckling cried out excitedly.
"Apart from prawns, I want some beans, beef, mushrooms … Oh, right, how should I turn on the fire? Forget it, I'll just make a fireball … Oh! The fire seemed to be a little too big. Why did the bottom of the pot become a hole? . no, I have to do it again..
Ai Mi was fiddling around in the kitchen, making some strange noises from time to time.
Mag was woken up by the smell of smoke.
"What's that smell?" Meg opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the small bed naturally. He could see Amy sleeping every morning, but she was nowhere to be seen today. There was no one on the bed!
"Amy!" Meg jumped up from the bed and walked over to the small bed. He felt under the blanket, and it was no longer warm. Obviously, the little fellow had been up for a while.
"Where did she go?" Meg didn't bother to change his clothes. He opened the door and walked out in his pajamas. A burnt and smoky smell hit him in the face, and Meg couldn't help but cough.
"What is this little fellow doing? Setting the house on fire? " Meg was shocked. The smoke and the burnt smell were obviously coming from downstairs. Even if someone told him that there was a fire downstairs, he wouldn't suspect anything. He hurried down the stairs.
"It still looks a little strange. I wonder if Father likes it. Come, Ugly Duckling, have another taste..." Meg had just reached the kitchen door when he heard Amy's words, and he stopped in his tracks.
"Could it be that Amy is making breakfast for me?" A hint of surprise appeared on Meg's face, and he felt a warmth in his heart. The little fellow had gotten up quietly and sneaked downstairs to make breakfast for him.
Meg wasn't in a hurry to say anything. Instead, he peeked into the kitchen and saw a strange scene.
Amy was holding a long soup ladle in her hand. There was a thick black soup in the ladle, and she was walking slowly toward Ugly Duckling with a smile on her face.
Meanwhile, Ugly Duckling retreated step by step until it reached a corner. It looked at the black soup with its big eyes, and it stood up on its two front legs in horror. It covered its face with its hands, and looked as if it had nothing to live for.
"Ugly Duckling, it's okay. Although the taste is a little strange, this is for my father, after all. At least he won't die after eating it. So, I can only let you test it for poison." Amy smiled as she reached out and pried open one of Ugly Duckling's fat paws.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling looked at Amy with resentment. Are you the devil? You don't even know if you can eat it, and you're giving it to me!
Meg didn't know whether to laugh or cry upon seeing this.
He looked at the kitchen again, and a hint of resignation gradually appeared in Mag's smile. Even though it was still quite neat and tidy, the three pots that had been burned through the bottom of the pot, and the fireball that was leaping on the stove was simply the kitchen's terminator.
Meg couldn't stand watching Amy continue to let Ugly Duckling test for poison. He stood at the door and looked at Amy with a smile, and said, "Amy, why are you up so early?"
"Father!" Amy was slightly startled. She turned to look at Meg, and hid the soup ladle in her hand behind her back. She was a little dejected as she whispered, "Because I feel that Father is working too hard, so I wanted to get up and make breakfast for Father. But … but …"
"So it's Amy making breakfast for Father. No wonder I could smell a nice aroma in my sleep. Let me see what Amy has made." Meg walked into the dining room with a smile, and went straight to the stove. His eyelids twitched as he looked at the pot of dark brown stew that was still bubbling on the stove.
"This is prawn stew with beans, beef stew, mushroom stew, stew …" Amy counted all the ingredients on her fingers, and listed almost all the ingredients in the fridge. Then, she looked at Meg with anticipation in her eyes, and asked, "Father, do you like them?"
Meg looked at Amy's big blue eyes. She clearly wasn't interested in cooking, but she had put in so much effort to make him breakfast. Although the aroma was a little strange, he was very touched by her thoughtfulness. He patted her head with a smile, and said, "Mm-hm, Father likes them. Thank you, Amy."
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