Chapter 142： Will really die in the future

Dancing, and still pure land, this kind of thing naturally does not exist for McGonagall, the five-tone incomplete with dancing talent is also the worst, with Amy twisted a few times, he can not stand, can only choose Give up, sit down and watch Amy jump, the smile on his face has not disappeared from beginning to end.

And singing talent, Amy's dancing talent is probably also inherited from her mother, although the movement is still a little young, but learned very quickly, the hand movements have been somewhat similar, small short hands swinging very cute.

This is still the effect of learning the puppets with less smooth movements. I will change the version of the semi-intelligent dance teaching of holographic projections, and definitely learn better.

The ugly duckling was not strong enough on the chair. She slipped down with her legs and jumped around Amy. She was very excited.

"Ugly duckling, don't drink goat's milk today, eat tofu brain." McGonagall looked at the active ugly duckling and thought about it.

"Hey!" The ugly duckling looked back at McGonagall. He seemed to understand what he was saying. The sapphire eyes were bright, and they squatted twice, squinting at McGregor’s legs with a small head, and suddenly became paralyzed. No.

"Father, can the ugly duckling eat other things?" Amy heard the news and stopped dancing. Some happy asked.

"Well, almost, the ugly duckling grows faster than the cats of other people. The food supplement starts with the bean curd brain." McGonagall nodded with a smile, the cats of different worlds were different, and it was only a few days ago. The orange cat he had raised in his previous life was almost a month old.

"But, isn't the tofu brain sold out?" Amy looked at McGonagall.

"There should be a little left, enough for it to eat." McGon got up and walked toward the kitchen. After eating in the morning, there were two small bowls left. Before he started business, he put it in the incubator, the taste may not be just out. The pot is so good.

"Hey!" The ugly duckling groaned back and forth, and soon stood at the door of the kitchen staring at McGonagall. The first time he could eat something other than goat's milk, he looked very excited.

"I just don't know what kind of taste the little guy likes?" McGonagall looked back at the ugly duckling standing in front of the door, hesitating, sweet and salty each with a bowl, and then bought two from the system. The bowl is along a slightly reddish blue bowl.

The bowls of the ugly ducklings are all independent. Although they are tired in Amy's arms every day, the little guy who often bathes is very clean, but there is no way for McGonagall to accept it on the dinner table and shared tableware, and it will definitely not feel like being seen by the guests. Comfortable.

"Sweet, salty, ugly ducklings would like to eat which bowl?" Amy came forward and glanced at the two bowls of tofu brains in front of Meg, full of curiosity.

The North Asian Mia also stopped the work in her hand, and also curiously came over to look at the ugly duckling.

"Hey!" The ugly duckling stared at the two bowls in the hands of Meg, swallowed and swallowed. When he looked at Amy’s arms in the morning, he would drool, and now he can finally eat. They all stood up with their hind legs. As a result, they didn't have enough strength to stand up, and they squinted straight and fell backwards. It looked very funny.

"Ugly duckling, look at you like this stupid, if you fall more stupid, I will not want you." Amy looked at the ugly duckling and said a little disappointment.

"喵~" The ugly duckling climbed up with a cleverness. He first licked Amy’s calf and then looked forward to seeing the two small bowls in Meg.

"Just eat here, don't overturn the bowl, and don't fall to the ground." McGonagall put two small bowls beside the counter, watching the ugly duckling seriously warn.

"Hey!" The ugly duckling pointed his little head and understood Meg's words. He looked at the two bowls of tofu brain brightly, smelled the salty bowl on the left, and smelled the sweet bowl on the right. It seemed to be tangled. Which bowl?

The three were staring at the ugly duckling and wondering which tofu brain it would choose.

"I think the sweetness is super delicious." Yabei Mia weakly expressed his opinion.

"Salty is more flavorful and more appetizing." McGonagall said with a smile.

"I think sweet and salty are super delicious, eat salty first, then eat sweet, so it's best." Amy seriously suggested.

However, the ugly duckling seems to have been completely intoxicated in the scent of the tofu brain. He did not care about the three people. He struggled for a while, and finally stopped in front of the bowl of sweet tofu, slowly licking his head and licking the surface. Layer of red syrup.

"Hey!" The eyes of the ugly duckling suddenly turned bright, and some excitedly screamed, and immediately ate and ate, giving a soft squeak, golden red sugar juice and tofu brain mixed together, the air was floating Sweet bean flavor.

"It likes sweet tofu brain." Yana Mia's eyes lit up, and some were delighted.

"This may not be the case." McGonagall was quite calm, but the little guy just hesitated for a long time.

The ugly duckling bowed his head and cheerfully ate for a while, and soon squatted down. Two small short legs hung around the bowl, and the head half rested on the bowl edge, looking for a comfortable and labor-saving posture to continue eating.

"Ugly duckling, you are so delicious, still lazy, really fattening in the future." Amy looked helpless at the ugly duckling.

"Ten orange cats are nine fat, and there is a crushing sputum... This is still quite reasonable." McGonagall looked at the ugly duckling who was looking for a comfortable posture and even shook his helplessness. Shaking his head, it seems that the words that he had said before the black charcoal had to be sung. According to this development trend, it is estimated that the soaring weight will not take too long.

After eating a whole bowl of sweet tofu brain, the ugly duckling was willing to look up. The little face and the beard were stained with tofu brain. Some of them tried to lick their tongues, and they immediately turned to the bowl of salty tofu.

McGonagall glanced at the clean, clean bowl, and there wasn't even a little sugar.

I thought that the ugly duckling would stand up and try the taste of the salty tofu brain. I didn’t expect him to have the meaning of standing up. So he moved over and squatted, stretched his short legs, and hugged the new bowl again. Eat it, the cheerful look is no worse than eating sweet tofu brain.

"Haha, it seems that the ugly duckling is also like both, it is like eating sweet first, then eating salty." Amy said happily, kneeling down and touching the head of the ugly duckling, it seems to be very satisfied with its performance. .

"Do you eat it?" Ami Mia was slightly disappointed.

"Yes, for the orange cat, what do you like to eat?" McGonagall shook his head with a smile. Anyway, Amy would like it. Now an ugly duckling is soon accepted. See Amy. I played with the ugly duckling and reached for the music box on the counter. "Millet, my father will modify this music box and give it to you."