"I'll have another plate. When I get back, I'll cast some magic to burn off the excess, and then I'll be fine." Bluer thought to himself, making a firm decision. Then, he couldn't help but look expectantly into the kitchen, wondering what treasures were hidden there that could make such delicious food.
"Who exactly is she? Is she really an elf who came from the Wind Forest and is now traveling abroad?" Sally wondered as she cleared away the plates. The elves have many members who travel abroad, they must be the most numerous of all the races.
Before the racial wars, elves loved to travel the continent. They cherished a free and unrestrained life and disliked being bound by constraints. Therefore, many elves enjoyed traveling.
However, as the hierarchical system was implemented among the elves, their lives became more and more fixed, with the establishment of castles and clusters of dwellings, and their lives becoming more like those of humans.
However, it is undeniable that as the elves have settled together, the strength of the elven race has indeed improved. The elves are deliberately trained to cooperate in battle, and they can reliably assemble a powerful elven army in a short period of time, which is a strong deterrent to other races.
In the early stages of the racial war, the elves were almost driven out of the Wind Forest. The biggest reason was that most elves lived scattered lives and had little sense of teamwork. When they encountered the fighting forces of other races, they could hardly put up any resistance.
Sally still hasn't figured out which is more suitable for the elves: power or freedom.
So she was curious about the elves living outside the Wind Forest. What were their lives like? Were they happier than the elves in the Wind Forest? This was one of the reasons that drove her to leave the Wind Forest.
"Perhaps I can find an opportunity to talk to her." Sally thought to herself. She wanted to avoid the elves in the Wind Forest, but she could still interact with the elves outside.
"Daddy, can Little Amy have some ice cream? Just one is fine." Amy's voice came from the kitchen doorway. Mai Ge turned to look.
Amy, holding the Ugly Duckling in her arms, stood at the kitchen doorway, her chin resting on the little orange cat's head. Her watery blue eyes looked pitifully at Mai Ge, her little pointed ears drooping slightly, and her mouth pouting, as if she was about to cry if he didn't agree to her request.
The Ugly Duckling also looked at Mai Ge innocently, its little paws clasped together in front of it, waving.
"They've even learned how to combine and act cute!" Mai Ge raised an eyebrow, feeling his heart melt instantly. He was ready to give them anything they wanted! He'd even pluck the stars and the moon from the sky for them! They're just too adorable!
Mai Ge was about to agree, but then he hesitated when he thought about what happened last night. Amy had eaten too much ice cream yesterday. Although Xi Xi had cured her, but she had also reminded him that he couldn't spoil Amy by letting her eat too much ice cream.
"Little Amy can eat ice cream, but eating too much ice cream will give you a stomachache, so from now on you can only have one ice cream a day. Are you sure you want to eat your ice cream now?" Mai Ge smiled at Amy.
"Only one a day?" Amy's expression immediately fell, and she pleaded pitifully, "Daddy, can I have one more? Just two a day is fine."
"No." Mai Ge shook his head, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He had just learned a lesson about moderation in spoiling her.
Amy stared at Mai Ge for a while, making sure there wouldn't be a second ice cream, then sighed helplessly, lowered her head, and pouted, saying, "Life is so hard if I only get one ice cream."
Mai Ge almost burst out laughing. The little one knew that life was tough, and the reason was that she could only eat one ice cream. But his decision did not waver. He smiled and said, "So what flavor of ice cream will our Little Amy eat today?"
"Blueberry!"
Amy blurted out, her eyes brightening again, her little pointed ears perking up as she looked at Mai Ge with anticipation, her earlier slight disappointment completely gone.
"Blueberry? Okay, then I'll make a blueberry ice cream for our little cutie." Mai Ge said with a smile, walked to the ice cream machine, quickly made a blueberry ice cream, and handed it to Amy.
"Meow meow?" The Ugly Duckling that Amy had put on the ground looked at Mai Ge expectantly, raised a little paw and pointed at the ice cream machine.
"The Ugly Duckling is only allowed to eat one ice cream a day, otherwise it will turn into an ice cream ball, and then it will be eaten." Amy said earnestly, holding the ice cream in both hands and looking at the Ugly Duckling.
"Meow~" The Ugly Duckling shrank its head, feeling a little sad, but still gave in.
Mai Ge smiled and shook his head, but he agreed with Amy's suggestion. If the Ugly Duckling was allowed to eat freely, it would only be a matter of time before it turned into an orange, so it was necessary to control its diet.
"So, what flavor of ice cream does the Ugly Duckling want today?" Mai Ge walked to the ice cream machine, first pointing to matcha flavor, which the Ugly Duckling shook its head. Then he pointed to vanilla, which the Ugly Duckling still shook its head. Then he pointed to blueberry, which the Ugly Duckling still shook its head.
"Chocolate flavor?" Mai Ge asked, pointing to the chocolate-flavored ice cream.
"Meow meow!" The Ugly Duckling immediately nodded happily, hopped into the kitchen, and then burst back out, wagging its tail.
"Ugly Duckling, remember you're a duck! Not a dog, okay? Don't wag your tail like that." Amy said with a hint of disdain.
The Ugly Duckling immediately stopped wagging its tail, but seeing the chocolate ice cream in Mai Ge's hand, it still excitedly licked its lips.
"Eat up." Mai Ge smiled and put the ice cream on the Ugly Duckling's little plate. He really couldn't do anything with the two little ones.
"Sister Cheryl, this is blueberry ice cream! Doesn't it look delicious?" Amy carefully held the ice cream and walked up to Bluer, asking with a smile.
Bluer looked at the ice cream in Amy's hand. The two deep blue snowballs overlapped, their colors were very vibrant, and the surface of the snowballs looked very smooth, with a hint of coldness.
Every winter, it snows heavily in the Wind Forest, so he didn't find snowballs particularly novel. However, the snowball in Amy's hand seemed to be different from ordinary snowballs.
What are blueberries? Are they a kind of fruit? Would adding them to snowballs really make them taste good? Bluer was a little curious, but he shook his head and said, "The color of the snowballs is very special, but I don't want to eat them."
"Really?" Amy asked noncommittally. Holding the ice cream, she stuck out her pink little tongue and gently licked the snowball on top. The sweet and sour, icy taste melted on her tongue, and her eyes narrowed into small crescent moons. A smile rose from the corners of her mouth, as if lighting up her entire delicate little face.