After cleaning up the bathroom, Meg took a look at Amy, who was still sleeping. He put the dress, tights, and white shoes beside the bed and imagined how cute the little girl would look in this dress. He couldn't help but smile. He took a small set of toiletries and quietly went downstairs.
Meg couldn't be more familiar with this kitchen. On the stove, which didn't have kitchen utensils last night, all the utensils needed to make Yangzhou fried rice were now ready. He opened the refrigerator and saw that all kinds of ingredients were available. In the glass pool beside the refrigerator, prawns were swimming happily.
"It's time to show my real cooking skills and make a lovely breakfast for Amy." Meg washed his hands and began to wash the rice.
"Father?" Not long after, in the room on the second floor, Amy turned over in a daze but didn't feel the familiar face. She opened her eyes in a daze and sat up. Looking at the strange room for a while, she remembered that this was the new room that her father made last night, but she didn't know where he was on the big bed. She couldn't help but feel a little anxious. She held the small railing and was about to get up.
But as soon as she got up, her eyes were attracted by the black dress beside the bed. Her eyes suddenly lit up. She took the dress in surprise and rubbed it on her face. It felt soft and smooth. She happily murmured, "This must be the dress that Father made for me. It's so beautiful. Amy likes it so much."
Mag didn't know that the little one had woken up. He cooked the rice. This rice cooker was very efficient, and the rice was cooked very quickly. Although the rice was freshly cooked, the grains were clear and crystal clear, and the aroma was delightful.
"What kind of rice is this? Even if it's white rice, I think I can eat two big bowls." Meg couldn't help but murmur. And the prawns, even if they were casually boiled in water, the taste would probably be extremely delicious.
Meg took all kinds of ingredients and washed them. The moment he held the knife, his expression became very serious. This was the experience he had gained in the God of Cooking space. Cooking was something that required wholehearted devotion. This was the attitude of a chef.
A Chinese kitchen knife was nimbly rotating in Meg's hand. Whether it was the crispy winter bamboo shoots or the hard shell prawns, they all became the spare ingredients. After tens of thousands of knife practice, his knife skills had become very skillful.
Of course, no chef could use these things to practice knife skills as extravagantly as he did.
The oil was poured into the wok, and the various ingredients were put into the wok in an orderly manner. A rich aroma filled the kitchen and drifted out through the door. It leisurely drifted up the stairs with the door left open, and drifted into the room with a small crack in the door.
Ai Mi giggled as she sat on the bed, trying her best to change into a new dress. It was the first time she had worn such a beautiful dress. It was so comfortable, and it clung to her body softly. It was as if she was wearing a cloud. It was light, but it felt very warm.
Then Amy smelled the aroma. Her big blue eyes, which were still a little sleepy, immediately lit up. She sniffed hard and said, "It smells so good! Could it be that Father is cooking something delicious? "
Ignoring the pair of long socks in her eyes, Amy quickly climbed down the ladder from the bed, put on her small white shoes, and ran toward the door with her short legs.
When she opened the door, the aroma became even stronger. Amy swallowed her saliva, and her little stomach couldn't help but growl. She had never smelled this kind of aroma before. Even the roast goose she smelled at the entrance of the roast goose shop next to the square couldn't compare to half of this aroma. Her footsteps became lighter as she went downstairs. She couldn't wait to fly into the kitchen and see what delicious food her father was cooking.
"It smells so good. What is Father cooking —" Before Amy could finish her sentence, she saw Meg's back in a simple white and black chef's suit. His long curly hair and beard had been cut off. Her words came to an abrupt halt as her blue eyes widened in disbelief. Was this person really her father?
"Hmm? Meg is already awake? "When he heard the sound, he turned his head to look at the door in surprise.
The little one had already changed into a black loli dress. It was a gothic style dress, paired with white shoes with little pink butterflies. After sleeping for a while, a strand of hair stood up on her soft silver hair. She stood at the door with her mouth slightly open, looking very adorable. It seemed that she was shocked by his current appearance. He smiled and said, "What's wrong? You can't recognize your father after sleeping for a while?"
"It's really Father!" Amy blinked and exclaimed in surprise. His long curly hair had become a nicer short hairstyle, and his prickly beard was gone. His clothes had become clean and nice, and the smile on his face was bright and comfortable. More importantly, her father looked very tall today. He was like a giant who suddenly stood up, and his straight body was as tall as a tree.
"Father seems to have grown taller today. He's as tall as a tree, and he's so handsome. He's so good-looking." Amy came over happily.
"Have I grown taller?" Meg lowered his head to take a look. It was probably because his originally stooped body had straightened up, and he had also changed into well-fitting clothes. That was why he looked taller. Of course, becoming handsome was something to be happy about. Sure enough, little girls still liked fresh-looking uncles.
The little one's gaze was quickly attracted by the pot that Meg was stir-frying. She stood on her tiptoes and looked around. Full of curiosity, she asked, "But Father, what's in the pot? Why does it smell so good? It smells even better than roast goose? Amy is hungry … "
"This is Yangzhou fried rice. This is our breakfast today. There's a small pink toothbrush and a toothcup over there. Amy can come and have breakfast after brushing her teeth and washing her face. Is that okay?" Meg said with a smile, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible. In his previous life, he was somewhat aloof and never smiled when talking to others. Now, he was trying hard to adapt to the role of a kind father. He wanted to give Amy the warmth of the world.
"Okay." Amy nodded obediently. She took a few more glances at the pot before reluctantly walking to the side to pick up the toothbrush and small cup. Under Meg's guidance, she began to brush her teeth for the first time.
Meg carefully stir-fried the rice. He turned off the heat and took it out of the pot. A bowl of bright-colored Yangzhou fried rice was ready.
"Wow, what a beautiful fried rice! Father is so awesome. " Amy had just finished brushing her teeth and ran over. Looking at the Yangzhou fried rice that was a mixture of different colors, her eyes lit up and she praised seriously.
"Yes, I think so too." Meg nodded, unable to hide the smile on his face. He was full of a sense of accomplishment.
Amy leaned forward and sniffed. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva. Looking up at Meg, she pouted and said coquettishly, "It smells so good. Father, Amy wants to eat Yang … Yangzhou fried rice."
"It's all yours!" Looking at the little girl's coquettish look, Meg's heart almost melted. There was a voice shouting in his heart, but he held it back. He reached out to wipe the foam from the corner of the little girl's mouth and shook his head. "Not now. In the future, you have to wash your hands before eating."
"Then Father, please hurry up." Amy took Meg's hand and walked toward the sink.
Meg raised his eyebrows. Something seemed to be wrong. He was actually being despised by the little girl.
After the little girl washed her hands, Meg carried the plate of Yangzhou fried rice to the table where they had eaten yesterday. Amy was already sitting in her seat, holding a small spoon in her hand. She had been staring at the plate of fried rice in Meg's hand with expectant eyes ever since he came out.
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