Chapter 41 Father, Wait a Minute

"Dead Mung Bean, demolish my stage again! This king is not finished with you today!" The crow roared at the parrot opposite him angrily.

"Don't call this girl mung bean." The parrot was a little unhappy, but still pointed to the bottom of the cage and said, "Also, your clothes fell off."

The crow looked down, and a leaf was falling.

"Oh!" Its eyes suddenly widened, and it quickly covered its body with two hairless wings, while exclaiming, "Excuse me, Your Excellency, can you pass me this king's clothes."

"Giggle..." Amy smiled happily when she saw this scene, walked over to pick up the leaf on the ground, and said with a smile: "Hei Tan, your clothes are in my hands now, if you are obedient in the future I'll give it back to you, and if you don't obey, I'll take it away."

"This king... this king..." Hei Tan looked at Amy with a tangled face. At this time, a cool autumn wind blew in the distance, and he couldn't help shivering, looking at Amy's hand Ye Ye, immediately nodded and said, "Be obedient!"

"Okay, then it's up to you." Amy nodded happily, and stood on tiptoe to pass the leaves up, but the birdcage was a little high, and she couldn't reach on tiptoe. His expression was a little anxious.

"That's it." McGonagall leaned over and picked Amy up, as high as the birdcage.

"My father is very kind." Amy kissed Mag's cheek happily, reached out and handed the leaves to the birdcage, and said with a smile, "Here you are, stupid black charcoal."

"This king accepts your kindness." Black Charcoal opened his mouth and took the leaves from Amy's hand, and wrapped them around him again.

"Goodbye, black charcoal, mung bean." Amy got off Mag's body, waved at the two birds, and followed Mag forward.

"Goodbye, but I still hope you can call me Sunny next time." Mung Bean said.

"It seems... It's really cute, so the king will reluctantly accept her request." Hei Tan looked at Amy's back and muttered reluctantly.

Leaving the magic potion shop, Mag took Amy's little hand and walked to Aden Square. The circular Aden Square covers an extremely wide area. Except for a huge circular square in the center, the rest of the place is divided into pieces with various ethnic groups. Characteristic carvings or gardens.

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

The further east you go, the busier the square becomes. A lava demon child covered in fiery red cracks runs past, with a whirling flame in his hair, like a burning torch.

Behind him was a deep forest troll child with a grass growing on his head, flapping his arms and chasing him, and two dwarf children chasing after him with small hammers.

In this chaotic city, after the children are released, parents cannot guess what their children will find as playmates.

And when those children passed by Mag and the others, they couldn't help slowing down, turning their heads and staring at Amy for a while.

At this time, Mag glared at them with a warning look, and then turned sideways to block their sight of Amy.

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

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

"Father, I also want her hair like this, so you can tie it for me." Mag and Amy sat on the stone chair to rest for a while. The little human girl with a bun at random on the top said while shaking the hand of a sturdy man in his thirties who was wearing a strong suit.

"This... Yaya looks very good now." The man glanced at Amy's delicate braid, and his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. He asked a brave man to make such a beautiful braid.

How is it possible! It took all his imagination to be able to tie into what he is now.

At the same time, he glanced at Mag with some envy. He actually has this kind of craftsmanship, or there is a good wife in the family who will tie her daughter's hair. Unlike his wife, he slammed him out to take her daughter and played at the gambling table. We are happy.

"But this bun is so ugly, people want pigtails too." The little girl touched the bun on her head with disgust, pointed at Amy with envy, and said, "I want this, I I want it!" He started crying, feeling aggrieved.

"Dear Yaya, I'll buy you something delicious and fun." The man reached out to help the little girl wipe her tears, and gave Mag a resentful look.

Mag sympathetically glanced at the man who was in a hurry to comfort the little girl. Fortunately, Amy didn't let Amy go out with the buns yesterday, but he felt a little proud of the resentful eyes, and would tie the little girl's hair. It's amazing, he took Amy's little hand and got up and said, "Let's go, go home."

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

"The little guy is quite loving." Mag was a little relieved.

The man on the side was also relieved, if only this little girl could help make her daughter happy.

"Don't cry, only my father can tie this hair. No matter how hard you cry, your father won't tie it for you." Amy retracted her hand and looked at the little girl and said seriously.

The little girl was about to stop. She was stunned when she heard Amy's words. She looked up at her father, and then at Mag. She felt even more aggrieved, and burst into tears.

"This...a suffocating operation." Mag stared, and he couldn't look at his girl with normal thinking. He glanced at the man who was also stunned, and quickly took Amy's little hand and said, "I'm sorry." step away.

On the way back, Mag stood on the side of the road and watched the old man selling sweet shortbread on the side of the road for a while, a large cylindrical oven with a large pot of dark yellow corn batter next to it. Reach out and grab a lump of it and pat it in the stove, and it will be out of the oven in a while.

The business was very good. There was a long queue in front of the booth, and most of them were children, holding a copper coin or two in their hands, standing there and watching, and some children who had no money squatted and watched.

It is simple and rude, and it is estimated that it can sell thousands of them a day. Although it is cheap, it is not a dream to sell sesame cakes like the old man in the previous life with a monthly income of 30,000.

Mag suddenly remembered that when his predecessor came out to look for Amy, he saw Amy squatting here like those little yellow-faced and skinny children, looking at the sweet shortbread, holding Amy's hand and couldn't help it. After a little tightness, he smiled and said, "Let's go, go home, tomorrow morning, my father will make you Roujiamo that is a hundred times better than sweet shortbread."

"Yeah, what Father makes is the best." Amy nodded vigorously and followed Mag obediently away.