McGonagall's question is too late to prevent. Sally is stunned. She looks at the sincere expression on McGonagall's face and the look of expectation on the little girl beside him. Her mood is a little complicated.

This lovely half elf girl is Meg's daughter, which means that he once had a lover of the elves.

With the long life span of the elves, they seldom choose to be friends with human beings. It's too painful to watch their friends die while they can continue to live for a long time.

And to become a lover is even less, because the pain of life and death will be doubled.

But love is so unreasonable, so there are half elves, half human and half elves in this world.

Elves are proud of their race. They believe that the half elves are no longer pure. Although they will not exaggerate the half elves, they do not admit that they belong to the elves and are not allowed to enter the wind forest.

Humans are more receptive to half elves, because half elves live only 200 years, which is closer to humans. However, the sharp ears that are different from humans often become the targets of others' pointing.

It can be said that half elves are destined to have a rough life from birth, unless their parents are strong enough to hold up a strong umbrella between the two races, but no one seems to have done this.

In front of her, the man who squatted on the ground and looked at her sincerely and asked this question seemed to plan to do so. The firm color in his eyes moved her a little,

The little girl wearing cute bear clothes on one side, her face is full of expectation, her silver hair is so dazzling, only the elves have pure silver hair color, let her think of someone she haven't seen for a long time, of course, they can't be connected.

However, the little girl is really beautiful. She inherits the advantages of her parents. After hesitation, Sally smiles at Amy and nods, "yes, you will be as beautiful as me when you grow up."

"Really? My father, when I grow up, can I really be as beautiful as my sister? " Amy's face was full of surprise and inconceivable. She raised her little hand to cover her slightly open mouth and looked at MEG. She couldn't believe it was true.

"Of course, it's true. My sister said that Xiaomi will be very beautiful when she grows up, even more beautiful than the white swan." MEG looked into her eyes and nodded.

"Yes, I also think the little girl will be very beautiful when she grows up, more beautiful than the elf." Mo Bai is holding the spoon in one hand, also looking at Amy's simple and honest smile to say.

"Great, Xiaomi is so happy. Xiaomi wants to grow up quickly and be as beautiful as her sister!" Amy looked at the smiles on the faces of the three adults and believed them completely. She turned out that she would be beautiful when she grew up. She was not the monster of other children. She happily opened her hands and ran in the restaurant.

McGonagall looks at the happy Amy with a happy smile on her face. There is nothing more important than Amy's happiness. He hopes that these things he does can make up for her previous hurt. He looks at Sally and says, "thank you."

"You're welcome." Looking at the smiles on the faces of the father and daughter, Sally's mood has improved a lot. At least she is a good father. She nodded at MEG and said, "I want Yangzhou fried rice, too."

"OK, just a moment, please." McGonagall nodded and looked at Mobai again and said thank you.

"Thank you. I'm telling the truth. Boss Mai is lucky to have such a lovely daughter." Mo Bai waved his hand. He was envious.

"Please take your time." McGonagall nodded with a smile, turned into the kitchen and began to make a new fried rice. Yes, he thought he was lucky. Otherwise, how could he have such a lovely daughter.

"How are you, Grandpa Mobai?" Amy ran happily in the restaurant for two laps and said hello to Moby. Then she climbed to the chair opposite Sally and sat down. She held her chin in her hands and asked curiously, "sister spirit, what's your name? Where are you from? "

If another person asks Sally, who is on the run, her first reaction must be to hold the long bow, but looking at the curious expression on the lovely girl's face in front of her, she still can't help whispering: "Sally, from the forest of the wind."

"Sister Sally, my name is Amy. Is wind forest the place where many elves live?" Amy's eyes lit up, full of expectation, said: "there must be many beautiful sisters like you, right?"

"Well, a lot." Sally smiles and nods. Being said beautiful by the little girl is much happier than hearing it from other people.

McGonagall is listening to the conversation between Amy and Sally in the kitchen, with some smiles on his face. It seems that although he doesn't usually speak, the little guy still has a lot of curiosity about elves.

Sally is not impatient and too arrogant. Instead, she answers Amy's childlike questions patiently, even some questions about the wind forest.

"Your Yangzhou fried rice." MEG came out with a plate of Yangzhou fried rice, put it in front of Sally, and said with a smile.

"Thank you." Sally politely answered, and her eyes were completely attracted by Yangzhou fried rice in front of her. The fragrance of eggs mixed with the fragrance of various food materials was stronger than just now. She could not help swallowing. She could not care whether it was against her daily study manners.

The food of the elves is relatively simple, and most of them are made of various kinds of fruit. Even if they are cooking, they will cook each one separately, and will not let other ingredients destroy the taste of another food.

She has never tried the cooking method of putting seven or eight kinds of ingredients together and frying them directly after adding oil. She has never even eaten oil other than meat itself.

But now looking at the Yangzhou fried rice in front of her, although it is full of some oil, it doesn't give her the slightest greasy feeling.

What makes Sally even more amazing is that McGonagall's knife work actually cuts all the ingredients into the size of rice grains, including green beans, which is absolutely impossible without thousands of practice.

I haven't eaten yet. Sally is full of expectations for this Yangzhou fried rice. She has never seen anyone make a kind of food so exquisite and harmonious.

"Sister Sally, have a taste. My father's Rainbow fried rice is delicious." Amy sat opposite, looking at her expectantly, and added in a low voice, "I hear your tummy rumbling."

Sally's face rose a little blush. It was a shame, but she couldn't help but take a spoon and spoon fried rice into her mouth. The sweet smell of fried rice spread in her mouth, and she closed her eyes. She couldn't help but utter a whisper: "Hmm --"