After eating a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, Meg sat down and savored it for a while. The fried rice made from these precious ingredients was not only good in taste.
The most direct effect was to relieve fatigue. The tiredness from making two plates of Yangzhou fried rice in the morning had completely disappeared after eating a plate of Yangzhou fried rice. Now, his whole body was warm and he was even more energetic than after drinking Red Bull.
"It should be mainly because of the rice. If I eat that rice for three meals a day, my physical fitness should be able to steadily improve." Meg thought to himself. Among these ingredients, the most proper one was the rice that was irrigated by the Spring of Life.
"Amy, do you feel anything after eating the Rainbow Fried Rice?" Meg looked at Amy and asked. She had half elf blood in her body, so there shouldn't be any adverse effects after eating rice irrigated by the Spring of Life, right?
"It's super delicious!" Amy put the small bowl on the table, stuck out her pink little tongue, and licked a grain of rice at the corner of her mouth. She looked at Meg and nodded seriously.
Meg was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile. There was nothing wrong with this answer. He changed the topic and asked, "Then, other than being delicious and good-looking? Do you feel any discomfort in your body? "
"My body?" Amy thought for a while and shook her head. After a while, she nodded again.
"Where do you feel discomfort?" Meg suddenly stood up from the chair and leaned forward slightly to look at Amy. He suddenly looked a little nervous.
"It's … It's like there's a fire burning in my body. I've felt it before, but it wasn't as hot as it is now. It's a little uncomfortable. Father, what's wrong with Amy?" Amy looked at Meg, her little face already a little red. She looked at Meg with a little puzzlement, but she still looked quite calm.
Meg, on the other hand, was a little flustered. He originally thought that since Amy was half-elf, eating the rice irrigated by the Spring of Life should benefit her a lot. But now, it seemed that this was not the case. Instead, it seemed to have stimulated something bad in her body.
Looking at Amy's flushed face, Meg could not think of any solution. This was not a child's fever or a cold, and there was no way to deal with such a situation in his predecessor's memory. Seeing that Amy's face was getting redder and redder, he suddenly thought of something. He reached out to hold Amy's hand and said, "Amy, come with me, let's go to the Gray Temple …"
"Father, I think I know what to do." However, Amy retracted her hand and shook her head. She raised her right hand in front of her with her palm facing up as if she was holding something up.
"Amy, what are you doing?" Meg looked at Amy in confusion.
Suddenly, a ball of bluish-purple flame rose from her palm. It rose up half a meter into the air, and the terrifying temperature caused the air to distort a little.
Meg almost subconsciously took two steps back, and even the bench was knocked to the ground by him. He stared at the bluish-purple flame that was slowly leaping in Amy's palm. The flame gradually subsided, and finally turned into a small bluish-purple fireball.
"Amy, are you alright?" Meg hurriedly looked at Amy and asked. The fireball looked even smaller than Amy's little hand, but its temperature was a little terrifying. He could feel a dangerous aura from it. He was worried about Amy, but he couldn't get close to her. He couldn't help but feel even more anxious.
"Father, I'm fine. Look at this fireball. It's so cute. Is this magic?" Amy shook her head. The redness on her face had receded a lot, and she looked at the fireball in her hand excitedly.
Meg heaved a sigh of relief. He watched as Amy's complexion slowly returned to normal. It seemed that the appearance of this fireball had balanced the heat and discomfort in her body. However, he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the bluish-purple fireball. He wasn't sure if this was magic. Shouldn't the flames of a normal fireball spell be fiery red?
Amy looked at Meg, who was narrowing his eyes slightly, and a hint of panic appeared on her face. Her hand trembled, and the fireball in her hand was extinguished. She immediately retracted her hand, and lowered her head as if she had done something wrong. "Father, don't be angry. I know I was wrong. I won't mention learning magic in the future." After saying that, she stole a glance at Meg, and an aggrieved expression appeared on her little face.
"Hmm?" Meg looked at Amy, who suddenly admitted her mistake, and hesitated for a moment. Soon, he found the answer in his predecessor's memory. In order to hide his identity and protect Amy, his predecessor had been keeping a low profile after coming to Chaos City.
Amy had to wear a hat that could cover her ears when she went out. This was to prevent others from discovering that she was a half-elf. She had shown a strong interest in magic since she was a child, but was strictly forbidden from touching anything related to magic, let alone learning magic.
Meg looked at Amy, who had lowered her head, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. His predecessor wanted to keep a low profile and let Amy live like a normal person. He could understand his predecessor's behavior of trying to protect her.
However, understanding didn't mean that he agreed. Meg wouldn't suppress Amy's nature. In his opinion, keeping a low profile was right, but being content with mediocrity was just a lie to comfort oneself.
He had once read a sentence in his previous life: "Mediocrity isn't scary. What's scary is living a mediocre life and lying to oneself that mediocrity is the truth."
Meg Alex's life couldn't be described as mediocre, but he wanted Amy to live a mediocre life. This was something that Meg couldn't accept.
She had the bloodline of the strongest human knight and the princess of the elves. Perhaps she was a genius?
After all, Amy had learned the fireball magic by herself. Based on his predecessor's memory, he wouldn't have dared to run into such a fireball even if he was in his prime.
Looking at Amy, who had lowered her head and was tapping her index finger, Meg's heart softened. What a lovely daughter. Of course she could do whatever she wanted. He should be the one to bear the responsibility of working hard.
"Amy, raise your head and look at me," Meg said with a smile.
"Father, I don't want to learn …" Amy hesitated for a moment before raising her head to look at Meg. Although her father was very amiable today, she still remembered how angry he was when she said she wanted to learn magic. She didn't want to make her father angry and unhappy.
"No, Amy, from now on, I won't stop you from learning magic. When the restaurant opens and we make enough money, I'll send you to the Gray Temple to learn magic," Mag interrupted her with a smile. He looked into her eyes, and said earnestly, "Amy, from now on, I won't stop you from learning magic.
"Really?" Amy was stunned for a moment. She looked at Meg with surprise and disbelief.
"Of course it's true." Meg nodded. "But it might take some time because the restaurant only opens today …"
"Father, you're the best. Amy loves you!" Before Meg could finish his words, Amy had already slipped down from the chair and jumped into his arms. She hugged his face and kissed him. Then she looked up at Meg and said with a serious face, "Meg will definitely become a very powerful magic caster. Protecting Father is my wish."
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