"It smells so good ~ ~"
A groggy voice came from the staircase.
Irina and Meg, who were eating happily, froze at the same time, and turned to look at the staircase.
Amy stood at the staircase, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and looked at them with squinted eyes.
Ugly Duckling yawned as it missed its footing and rolled down the table. Its head crashed into the corner of the table, and it looked up at Mag with a dumbfounded expression as it called out to Mag, "Hey!
Anne also poked her head out from behind the staircase, and looked curiously at the steaming hot pot on the table with her bright eyes.
"Father! Mother! You're eating supper behind our backs again! And it's hot pot! "Perhaps it was because the aroma was too alluring, but Amy suddenly woke up, and said angrily.
"Er …"
Meg's smile was a little awkward.
Irina picked up a piece of beef roll, and smiled at Amy and Anne, and said, "You're awake. Do you want to come over and eat with us?"
"Sure!" Amy's angry face immediately broke into a smile, and she skipped over to take a bite of the beef roll. She chewed happily, and seemed to have forgotten all about her anger. She didn't forget to praise, "The beef is so delicious …"
Meg looked at Amy, who was eating happily, with a complicated expression. Indeed, the best way to appease a foodie was to stuff her mouth with good food. It was faster and more convenient than explaining anything.
"Anne, come over and eat something too." Meg waved at Anne.
Anne walked over quietly, and sat down on the chair beside Meg.
"Here, cook as you see fit. I'll make two dipping sauces for you." Meg gave her a new pair of chopsticks with a smile, and got up to walk to the kitchen. Other than the dipping sauces, he still had to add more dishes. Once Amy started eating, her battle prowess was no less than Irina's.
"Father, I want my dipping sauce to be spicier. This hotpot isn't spicy at all," Amy said to Meg's back.
"Alright." Meg's voice came from the kitchen. As a young contestant who could handle insanely spicy food, this level of spiciness was indeed not enough for Amy.
While eating hotpot, Meg went to grill some crayfish and oysters.
Although it wasn't healthy to eat supper late at night, the whole family was sitting in front of the hotpot, eating the hotpot and barbecued meat at the same time. The feeling of joy and harmony was really delicious.
Amy didn't forget to remind Mag and Irina seriously when she got down from the table after she was full. "I'll let it go this time, but you have to remember to invite me for supper next time," she reminded them seriously.
"Okay, next time for sure." Meg nodded with a smile.
"Meow ~" Ugly Duckling let go of the lobster's shell, and meowed. "Count me in."
After getting Amy's permission to let go of itself, Ugly Duckling became rounder and rounder.
Anne, on the other hand, had learned from Irina's elegance and calmness. She put down her chopsticks and waited quietly at the side. However, judging from the slight smile on her face, she still liked this supper very much.
"Alright, go upstairs and play for a while before you sleep. You just finished eating, so you can't lie on the bed." Meg waved his hand and chased the two little fellows upstairs. The amusement park could help them digest some of the supper.
Meanwhile, he started to clear the table.
Irina helped Meg clear the table, and asked casually, "Sean, what do you plan to do with him?"
Meg shook his head. "We can't kill him now. If he dies, it'll be equivalent to directly pushing Josh to the throne."
"Then we'll kill them together."
"If we kill them both, Andre will probably start a war that will sweep across the entire continent immediately. Moreover, it'll be a hysterical kind that doesn't care about the consequences."
"Then we'll kill Andre as well."
Meg smiled. "You know, he's the most difficult person to kill in this world."
"That old tortoise …" Irina pursed her lips, but she had to admit that Meg was right.
…
"Young Master, what are you looking for?" An old butler asked helplessly as he followed behind Harrison and watched him rummage through the cabinets and clothes scattered all over the floor.
"I'm looking for my black jacket. It's the one that makes me look especially skinny." Harrison stuck his head out of the cabinet, and said to the old butler, "Do you know where it is?"
As a person who was about to go on his first date tomorrow, Harrison was indeed a little nervous.
In order to leave a good impression on Georgina, he had set a lot of requirements for his image, including his clothes.
However, he was very dissatisfied with his bloated self in the bronze mirror after trying on many clothes. He asked the maid to look for his favorite black jacket for a long time, but he still couldn't find it, so he had to look for it himself.
"Are you talking about the black jacket you wore 10 years ago?" the old butler asked.
"Yes, yes, yes! Do you know where it is? "Harrison's eyes lit up.
"You threw it away nine and a half years ago because you couldn't fit it." The old butler shook his head. "You were only 150 kilograms when it was custom-made. Even if you kept it until now, you wouldn't be able to fit it."
"So it's like this …" Harrison was a little disappointed. It turned out that the handsome young man in his impression wasn't because of the black jacket, but because he had lost weight back then, too.
"Look, this was custom-made for you later. When you were 250 kilograms, if you squeeze it a little, this jacket might fit." The old butler found a black jacket in the pile of clothes on the floor.
"Come, let's try it!" Harrison's interest was reignited. With the help of the old butler, he reluctantly squeezed his huge body into this jacket that clearly did not fit him.
"This is really a distressing stomach." He managed to put the jacket on. Apart from the fact that he couldn't move his hands, his stomach that was as tight as a jar was also very eye-catching.
"Young Master, just wear something comfortable. There's no need to make yourself look so pathetic." The butler looked at Harrison. "If the girl likes you, it's definitely not because of your looks, but because of your interesting soul."
"That's true." Harrison chuckled, but his expression soon froze. He looked at the old butler, and said suspiciously, "I feel like you're scolding me?"
"Why would I? I watched you grow up. Let's wear this tomorrow. Your soul will look more interesting." The butler found a long shirt with a little duck embroidered on the chest from the pile of clothes. "Young ladies like this kind of fresh style. Isn't that what you said back then?"
"Alright, then I'll wear this tomorrow." Harrison nodded. He felt that his old butler was quite reliable sometimes.
"Is my soul really interesting?" Harrison asked again when the old butler left the room.
"They all say that good-looking looks are all the same, but interesting souls weigh 150 kilograms. You fit the criteria very well." The old butler nodded seriously.
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