Chapter 7, Heartfelt Breakfast

What kind of rice is this? Even if it is plain white rice, I believe I could eat two large bowls of it. " McGurg couldn't help but murmur, and as for those large prawns, even if they were simply boiled in water, they would probably taste extremely delicious.

Maggie was still unaware that the little one had already woken up. She started cooking rice; the rice cooker had a very high power, and the rice was cooked quickly. Although the rice that was served was freshly cooked, each grain was distinct, crystal clear, and fragrant.

"It really is Father!" Amy exclaimed in surprise, blinking her eyes. His long curly hair had transformed into a more attractive short style, the prickly beard was gone, his clothes had become clean and presentable, and the smile on his face looked bright and pleasant. Moreover, and most importantly, Father appeared to have grown taller today, standing like a giant who had suddenly risen, his upright posture resembling that of a great tree.

It is time to showcase true culinary skills and prepare a heartfelt breakfast for Xiaomi. Mag washed his hands and began to rinse the rice and cook it

Father? Not long after, in the room on the second floor, Amy drowsily turned over but did not find the familiar figure. She opened her eyes in a daze and sat up, staring at the somewhat unfamiliar room for a while before remembering that this was the new house that Father had transformed into last night. However, she noticed that Father was nowhere to be found on the large bed beside her, which made her feel a bit anxious. Supporting herself against the small railing, she was about to get up.

Amy leaned forward to take a sniff, unable to resist swallowing, and looked up at McGonagall, pouting and playfully saying: "It smells so good, dear father, I want to eat Yang... Yangzhou fried rice"

Wow, what beautiful fried rice! Father is so amazing. Amy had just finished brushing her teeth and ran over, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the colorful Yangzhou fried rice, sincerely complimenting it.

However, just as she got up, her gaze was drawn to the black little dress by the bedside. Her eyes immediately brightened, and in delight, she picked up the little dress and rubbed it against her face, feeling its soft and smooth texture. She happily murmured, "This must be the little dress that Father has transformed for me. It's so beautiful, and I really like it."

As she pushed open the door, the aroma became even more intense. Amy swallowed hard, her stomach couldn't help but rumble. This fragrance was something she had never encountered before; even the smell of roasted goose from the shop by the square paled in comparison to this scent. Her steps down the stairs became lighter, and she wished she could fly straight into the kitchen to see what delicious food her father was preparing.

Then, Father, please move a little faster. Amira pulled Mag's hand and walked towards the pool

The little one has changed into a black lolita dress, a gothic-style little skirt, paired with white shoes adorned with pink butterflies. After taking a nap, a strand of his soft silver hair has popped up, and he stands at the door with his mouth slightly open, looking adorably dazed and cute. Judging by his expression, he seems surprised by his current appearance, and he smiles as he says: "What, can you not recognize your father after just one nap?"

A Chinese chef's knife twirled flexibly in Mai Ge's hand, transforming both the tender winter bamboo shoots and the hard-shelled prawns into uniformly sized ingredients. After countless hours of practice, his knife skills had become exceptionally proficient

Certainly, no chef can practice their knife skills as extravagantly as he does with these items

Father seems to have grown taller today, as tall as a big tree, and he has become very handsome and good-looking. Xiaomi happily leaned over.

Magge raised an eyebrow, sensing that something was amiss, and was unexpectedly disdained by the little fellow.

"Everything is yours!" Magge looked at the little one acting cute, her heart nearly melted. A voice inside her was shouting, but she held back, reaching out to wipe away a bit of foam from the corner of the little one's mouth, shaking her head and saying, "Not now, you must wash your hands before eating in the future."

"Eat up." Mag put down the plate and smiled as she patted the little one's head

Hmm? Has Xiaomi woken up?" Maige, hearing the voice, unexpectedly turned his head to look towards the door.

After washing the required amounts of various ingredients for Yangzhou fried rice, the moment he grasped the knife, Maige's expression became extremely serious. This was the experience he gained in the Chef's Space. Cooking is an endeavor that requires wholehearted dedication; this is the attitude of a chef

After tidying up the bathroom, Maige glanced at Amy, who was still in a deep sleep. She placed the little dress, socks, and white shoes by the bedside, imagining how adorable the little one would look in that outfit, which made her lips involuntarily curl into a smile. She then took a set of small toiletries and quietly left the room to go downstairs.

Sitting on the bed, Amy, who had worked hard to put on her new dress, was giggling. It was her first time wearing such a beautiful dress; it was so comfortable, softly hugging her body, as if she were wearing a cloud, light and airy, yet feeling very warm

This kitchen is so familiar to Mag that it could not be more familiar. Last night, the stove was devoid of cooking utensils, but now all the necessary tools for making Yangzhou fried rice are ready. Opening the refrigerator, one can see that all kinds of ingredients are also fully prepared. In the glass water basin next to the refrigerator, the large shrimp are happily swimming around.

Pour oil into the pot, and add various ingredients in order. A rich aroma begins to waft through the kitchen, drifting out the door and gently ascending the open staircase, entering a room with a slight gap in the door.

The little one finished washing his hands, and Mag grabbed the plate of Yangzhou fried rice and brought it to the table where they had eaten yesterday. Amy was already seated, holding a small spoon, her eyes filled with anticipation fixed on the fried rice in Mag's hands since he had stepped out.

Has he grown taller?" Maige lowered his head to take a glance, probably because his originally hunched body had straightened up, and he had also changed into well-fitted and neat clothes, so he appeared to be a bit taller. Of course, becoming more handsome is even more worth celebrating; after all, young girls still prefer to see a refreshing-looking uncle.

The little one's gaze was quickly drawn to the pot that McG was stirring, standing on tiptoe and peering in, while curiously asking: "But, dear father, what exactly is cooking in the pot that smells so delicious? Why does it smell even better than roasted goose? I'm so hungry..."

Then Amy caught a whiff of the aroma, and her originally sleepy, bright blue eyes immediately lit up. She sniffed her nose vigorously and exclaimed, "So fragrant! Could it be that my father is making something delicious?"

"What a delicious smell, what is Father making..." Amy walked into the kitchen, her words trailing off as she looked at the back of Mag, who was dressed in a simple, clean black-and-white chef's uniform, with his long curly hair cut short and a beard. The rest of her sentence was abruptly halted, her bright blue eyes wide open, filled with disbelief. Is this person really Father?

Alright. Amy obediently nodded, glanced at the pot a couple more times, and then reluctantly walked aside to pick up her toothbrush and small cup. Under McGonagall's guidance, she began to brush her teeth for the first time.

Maige diligently stir-fried the fried rice, turned off the heat, and served it. A bowl of vibrant Yangzhou fried rice was completed

Without a moment's hesitation to put on the long socks in her eyes, Amy swiftly climbed down the ladder from the bed, slipped on her little white shoes, and with her short legs, hurriedly ran towards the door.

This is Yangzhou fried rice, and this will be our breakfast today. Over there are the pink toothbrush and cup. After Xiao Mi brushes her teeth and washes her face, she can come to eat breakfast, how about that?" Mike said with a smile, trying to make his voice sound softer. In his previous life, he was somewhat aloof towards others and never smiled when speaking. Now, he is working hard to adapt to the role of a kind father, wanting to give Amy all the warmth in the world

"Well, I feel the same way," Mag said, nodding his head, unable to hide the smile on his face, filled with a sense of accomplishment