Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 41: Father, wait a minute.

"Dead mung beans, and tear down my platform! This king is not finished with you today!" The crow screamed at the opposite parrot.

"Don't call this girl mung bean." The parrot was a little unhappy, but still pointed to the bottom of the cage: "And, your clothes are gone."

The crow looked down and a leaf was falling.

"Oh!" Its eyes were round and round, and quickly covered the body with two hairless wings, and exclaimed: "Excuse me, the lord, can you hand me the clothes of the king."

"Giggle..." Amy looked at the scene and smiled happily. He walked over and picked up the leaves on the ground. He smiled and said: "Black charcoal, now your clothes are in my hands. If you are obedient in the future, if you are obedient." I will return it to you. If I don’t obey, I will take it away."

"This king...the king..." Black charcoal looked at Amy with a tangled look. At this moment, there was a cool autumn wind blowing in the distance. It couldn’t help but shudder and looked at Amy’s hand. The leaves, immediately nodded: "obey!"

"Okay, let's talk and count." Amy nodded happily, picking up her toes and trying to hand the leaves up, but the birdcage was a bit high, and she was still far from the tiptoe. I can't help but feel anxious.

"That's all right." McGonder leaned over and held Amy up, as tall as the bird cage.

"My father is very good." Amy happily kissed Meg's cheek and reached for the leaves to the side of the birdcage. She smiled and said, "Give you, stupid black charcoal."

"This king accepts your kindness." Black charcoal opened his mouth and took the leaves from Amy's hand and re-enclose it.

"Goodbye, black charcoal, mung bean." Amy came down from McGonagall and waved at the two birds, followed McGonagall.

"Goodbye, but still hope to call me Sanni next time." Mung bean said.

"It seems... really pretty, and the king is reluctant to accept her request." Black charcoal looked at Amy's back and looked stubbornly.

Leaving the magic potion shop, McGonagall took Amy's little hand and walked to Aden Square. The circular Aden Square covers a very wide area. Apart from a huge circular square in the center, other places are divided into blocks and families. Characteristic carvings or gardens.

It is said that this Aden Square is a huge version of the map of the Nolan continent. The city of chaos is at the center, and other races surround the city of chaos.

The more you go to the east, the more lively the square is. A lava demon child covered in a fiery red crack runs past him, and a screaming flame is on his hair, like a burning torch.

On the back, a deep forest troll child with a grass on his head chased his arms, and there were two dwarf children chasing after a small hammer.

In this chaotic city, after the children are released, parents can't guess what their children will find as a playmate.

And when the children passed by McGonagall, they couldn't help but slow down and stared at Amy for a moment.

At this time, McGonagall glared at them with a warning eye and then blocked them from looking at Amy's line of sight.

Just kidding, this is his daughter, can't let those guys stare.

Amy is very happy. Today, many children look at her with envious eyes. This is the first time.

"Father, I want her hair too, you give me a tie." McGonagall took Amy and sat on the stone chair for a while, ready to get up and go back, next to a five or six-year-old head. The little girl who was arbitrarily **** with a steamed buns shook her hand around a 30-year-old man wearing a strong suit.

"This... oh, it looks so good now." The man glanced at Amy's exquisite little scorpion, and his expression suddenly became a bit embarrassing. Let him have a brave man to make such a beautiful little scorpion, how could it be done? ! Being able to get into what he is now has exhausted all his imagination.

At the same time, some envious look at McGonagall, he actually had this kind of craft, or there is a good wife in the family who will tie his daughter's hair, unlike his wife, who blew him out with his daughter and played on the gambling table. I am happy.

"But this buns are so ugly, people have to be small scorpions." The little girl looked at the buns on her head with a look of disappointment. She was envious and pointed to Amy and said, "I want this, I It’s all right!” He cried as he spoke, and he couldn’t be wronged.

"Hey, I will buy you food for a while, buy good fun." The man reached out to help the little girl wipe her tears, and some of the resentful look at McGonagall.

McGonagall was sympathetic and looked at the man who comforted the little girl. Fortunately, Amy didn’t go out with the buns yesterday, but felt the resentful gaze, a little proud, the man who would tie the girl to the hair. It’s amazing, picking up Amy’s little hand and getting up and saying: “Go, go home.”

"Father, wait." Amy walked up to the little girl and stretched out her hand to help her wipe her tears.

"The little guy is quite loving." McGonagall was a little gratified.

The man on the side is also relieved, if the little girl can help her daughter to be happy.

"Don't cry, this hair will only be tied to my father, and you will cry again. Your father will not help you." Amy took back her hand and watched the little girl say seriously.

The little girl had already stopped almost. She heard Amy’s words and looked at her father. She looked at McGonagall and felt more wronged. Wow, she cried aloud.

"This... suffocating operation." McGonagall blinked. Sure enough, he couldn't look at his own girl with normal thinking. He looked at the same stunned man and quickly pulled up Amy's little hand and said, "Sorry." Step away.

On the way back, McGonagall stood on the side of the road and watched the old man selling sweet shortbread on the side of the road selling a cake, a large cylindrical oven with a large pot of dark yellow corn paste. Grab a hand and grab a slap in the fire. After a while, you can get out.

The business was very good. There was a long queue in front of the booth, and most of them were children. They held one or two copper coins in their hands. They stood there and looked at them. Some children who had no money were watching them with their eyes.

Simple and rude, it is estimated that one day can be sold for a thousand. Although it is cheap to sell, it is not a dream to sell 30,000 cakes like the past.

McGonagall suddenly remembered that when he came out to look for Amy in the predecessor, he saw Amy squatting here like some children with yellow skinny skin. He looked at the baked sweet shortbread and held Amy’s hand. After a few moments, he smiled and said: "Go, go home, tomorrow morning, my father will give you a hundred times more meat than a sweet shortbread."

"Well, the things that the father and adults do are the best." Amy nodded hard and squatted with McGonagall.

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