~： The first nineteenth of seventeen hundred pounds of interesting soul

"smell good"

A confused voice came from the direction of the stairs.

Irina and McGonagall, who were eating, froze at the same time and looked back towards the stairs.

Amy stood at the top of the stairs with her squirm eyes and narrowed her eyes to look at them.

The ugly duckling yawned, stepped on the empty foot, jumped up and down, and bumped into the corner of the table, raising his head in a dazed face and yelling at McGonagall.

Annie also protruded her head from behind the stairs. Her bright eyes looked at the hot pot on the table with curiosity.

"Adult Father! Adorable Mother! You are even carrying us for supper again! And it's still hot pot!" Perhaps the scent was too tempting, Amy suddenly sobered, and said a little vigorously.

"amount……"

McGonagall's smile was a bit embarrassing.

"Wake up, do you want to come and have some food together?" Irina said with a smile as she picked up a fat beef roll and looked at Amy and Annie.

"Okay!" Amy's swollen face suddenly smiled, jumped up and came forward, biting the fat beef roll, chewing happily, it seems that she has already forgotten the forgotten anger. Behind the head, I did not forget to praise: "The fat cow is delicious ..."

McGonagall looked at Amy who was eating with a complicated expression. Sure enough, the best way to appease a foodie was to block her mouth with delicious food, which was easier and faster than explaining anything.

"Annie, come and have something to eat." McGonagall beckoned to Annie.

Annie walked quietly and sat down in the chair beside McGonagall.

"Well, I'm watching the shabu myself. I'll go and give you two dipping dishes." McGonagall gave her a pair of new chopsticks with a smile and got up and walked towards the kitchen. When she dipped out of the dish, she had to add some dishes. Started to eat, but the combat effectiveness is no worse than Irina.

"My father, my dish is hotter. This hot pot is not hot at all." Amy said toward McGonagall's back.

"Okay." McGonagall's voice came from the kitchen. As a young player who can withstand perverted spiciness, this level of spiciness is really not enough for Amy.

Between the hot pot, McGonagall grilled crayfish and oysters again.

Evening eating late-night snacks late at night is not healthy, but the family is sitting in front of the hot pot, while shaving the hot pot and eating barbecue, the feeling of joy and harmony is really fragrant.

"It's fine this time, but next time you eat supper, you must remember to call me." When Amy sat down at the table, she reminded me and looked at McGonagall and Irina seriously.

"Okay, next time." McGonagall nodded with a smile.

"Meow ~" The ugly duckling loosened the little paws that pressed the lobster shell, and raised his head and called out, counting me.

With the permission of Amy these days, after releasing himself, the ugly duckling became more and more rounded.

Anne learned the elegance of Irina calmly, put down her chopsticks and stayed aside quietly, but judging from the slight smile on her lips, she still liked the supper very much.

"Okay, you go upstairs to play for a while, then go to sleep, just after eating, you can't go to bed and lie down." McGonagall waved his hand and drove the two little guys upstairs. The playground could help them digest some supper.

And he started to tidy up the table.

"How are you going to deal with Sean?" Irina asked McGonagall, carelessly.

"It's impossible to kill now. If he died, it would be equivalent to pushing Joe Xiu to the throne." McGonagall shook his head.

"Then kill them together."

"If all were killed, Andrei would immediately start a war that swept across the continent, and it was hysterical, at all costs."

"Then kill Andre together."

McGonagall smiled: "You know, the most difficult person to kill in this world is him."

"That old turtle ..." Irina pouted, but she had to admit that McGonagall was right.

...

"Master, what are you looking for?" An old housekeeper followed Harrison, watching him turn over the box and the clothes scattered all over the floor.

"I'm looking for my black jacket, the one that is particularly thin to wear." Harrison leaned out of the cabinet and looked at the old housekeeper. "You know where it is?"

As someone who is about to make his first date tomorrow, Harrison is really nervous.

In order to leave a good impression on Georgina, he made many demands on his image, including clothing.

But he tried on many clothes and looked at the bloated self in the bronze mirror, which made him very dissatisfied. After the maid had been searching for a long time, he did not find the black dress that he was most fond of. He had to find it himself.

"Are you talking about the black jacket you wore ten years ago?" The old butler asked.

"Yes, yes! Do you know where it is?" Harrison's eyes lit up.

"It was thrown away by you as early as nine and a half years ago because I couldn't put it on." The old housekeeper shook his head. "When you customized that dress, you were only one hundred and fifty kilograms. Even if you keep it now, you can't put it on." Now. "

"Isn't it like this ..." Harrison was a little perplexed. The original impression of the handsome young man was not because of the black dress, but because he had also lost weight.

"You see, this was re-customized by you later. If you squeeze it at two hundred and fifty pounds, this dress may be able to enter." The old housekeeper found a black jacket from the pile of clothes on the ground. .

"Come, try!" Harrison re-entered the interest, and with the help of the old butler, very reluctantly tucked his huge body into this obviously unfit jacket.

"This is really a sad stomach." The clothes were barely put on. In addition to the fact that the hands were basically unable to move, the taut stomach like a jar was also particularly eye-catching.

"Master, you should wear comfortable clothes, there is no need to make yourself so embarrassed." The housekeeper looked at Harrison, "If the girl can see you, it must not be because of your skin, but because of you. Interesting soul. "

"That's right." Harrison smiled, his expression quickly solidified, looking at the old housekeeper, with some doubts: "I think you are scolding me?"

"How come, I grew up watching you grow up. Let's wear this tomorrow. It seems that the soul will be a little more interesting." The housekeeper turned a gown embroidered with a little duck on his chest from the pile of clothes. The little girl likes this little fresh tone, isn't that what you said yourself? "

"All right, I'll wear this tomorrow." Harrison nodded, feeling that his old housekeeper was quite reliable sometimes.

"My soul is really interesting?" Harrison asked again when the old housekeeper went out.

"They all say that good-looking skins are the same, and interesting souls are more than three hundred pounds. You, very much meet this standard." The old housekeeper nodded seriously.