Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 1223

"Big... Big... Excuse me..." Amy looked at McGonagall and Camilla lying on the bed and the ground for a moment, looked at McGonagall with a complicated look, slowly took back the foot that had just stepped into the room, and carefully closed the door.

"Amy?" Outside the door, Anna looks at Amy who is closing the door. She wants to say hello to Uncle McGonagall.

"Anna, if a man and a woman sleep in the same room, will something bad happen to them?" Amy looked at Anna in distress and asked.

"I don't know." Anna shook her head, thought about it seriously, and then said, "but I heard an aunt say before that if men and women sleep together, they will have babies. That's how we were born."

"Have a baby?" Amy's eyes brightened, but she soon showed a kind of distressed expression. "Then should I tell sister Elena about this? If I had a lovely little sister, it would be fun, wouldn't it? "

Anna looked at Amy in a puzzled way, but didn't ask much.

In the room, McGonagall, still holding the alarm clock in his hand, and Camilla, sitting up, were petrified on the spot. They looked at each other with a trace of complexity in their eyes.

"Remember the oath you made last night, now you can go to the bathroom to take a shower, then put on your clean work clothes and start today's work." McGonagall looked at the magic on her fingertips and said.

"I..." Camilla choked, thinking of what happened last night, her body was still a little weak, but the oath had been issued, so she could only withdraw her hand bitterly, pulled the quilt over her head, screamed loudly, lifted the quilt, jumped up and walked towards the door.

McGonagall sat on the bed for a while. He had been boiling hot pot soup for dozens of days. Now his mind is still full of bright red soup pot, a bit possessed.

And now the question is, what will Amy write in her little book after seeing that scene? If Elena sees him, can he still save his legs?

Early in the morning, McGonagall faced a very severe test..

"The little guy doesn't know anything, so it doesn't matter, does it?" McGonagall tried to convince himself, because last night really nothing happened, let Camilla sleep on the ground all night, but he really kept his guard.

After getting up, she changed into her chef's clothes, picked up some strange things left by last night, and threw the sheets and quilt covers into the washing machine. As soon as McGonagall went out, Camilla, who had changed her chef's clothes, just came out of the bathroom. She also had some wet long hair scattered at will. Some of them cut McGonagall and went downstairs.

McGonagall picked his eyebrows and didn't pay attention to it. Anyway, Camilla had vowed to go downstairs to make breakfast for the cleaners.

In the kitchen, Camilla has also started cutting vegetables.

"Good morning, Xiaomi, Anna. How did you get up so early today?" MEG came downstairs and saw Amy and Anna playing with the ugly duckling. He asked with a smile.

"Good morning, uncle McGonagall." Anna said hello cleverly.

"Good morning, father." Amy also looked up, looked in the direction of the kitchen, and whispered, "does sister Camilla live in your room in the future?"

“？？？” MEG pondered, thinking about how to explain to Amy.

"Will she have a baby?" Amy asked in a low voice.

"Well???" MEG raised her eyebrows and looked at Amy strangely. Who taught her that?

The sound of cutting vegetables in the kitchen suddenly stopped, and the restaurant became quiet.

Anna looked at MEG, then the direction of the kitchen, as if she knew something.

"Xiaomi, in fact, last night... Er... Sister Camilla fell ill and came to the restaurant to ask me for help. Because it was too late, I let her sleep on the ground while I slept in bed. In this way, I would not have a baby." MEG tried to explain.

"Can't you have a baby?" Amy is disappointed. She wants to have a little sister to play with them.

"Yes, I can't have a baby." MEG was relieved.

"Then you have one."

"It won't work." McGonagall shook his head, saw Amy's puzzled face, and explained: "the baby can only be born with a spouse, not with other women. Camilla is not my father's spouse, she can't have a baby with me."

Amy thought about it and said, "what about mother? When can you get her back and give me a baby? "

Camilla, who was carrying a knife in the kitchen, stopped and listened carefully. MEG never mentioned Amy's mother. She didn't know who she was or where she was. She was a little nervous.

"Soon, father will get her back soon." Meg said with a smile.

"Great!" Amy smiles. "Then you must have a baby for me."

"Good, good." McGonagall nodded with a smile, but he couldn't do it.

"Can you get it back? It seems impossible for him and miss Gloria. " Camilla looks happy, but her heart is a little empty, some angry in her heart thinking: "slag man, clearly has a wife and children, but also so many young and beautiful girls around, with food and work to deceive their feelings."

Anna holds the ugly duckling with envy in her eyes. She has no chance to see her mother again.

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Appease Amy, MEG into the kitchen, but in the kitchen stove and refrigerator, did not find those ingredients for hot pot.

"System, where's my dish?" McGonagall walked around the kitchen, made sure he didn't miss it, and asked.

"Ding! The existing restaurant is not suitable to launch hot pot. Please set up a special hot pot zone. After the task is completed, the authority of all hot pot ingredients will be opened! If the task fails, you will be disqualified from hot pot business! " The sound of the system sounded in Meg's mind.

……

"Madam, why didn't you come out all night... Did you fall into the enemy again in this night attack?" On the treetop outside the dining room, Caesar yawned and shook the snow falling from the tree.

Last night, he stayed outside the restaurant all night, making sure that no one came in and out of the restaurant. With his wife's strength, it should be very easy to clean up MEG.

But unexpectedly, he waited all night, but still didn't see his wife come out of the restaurant. What can he do?