"Ugly Duckling has grown fatter. Its tummy is so fleshy. Although it's nice to touch, if this continues, we will be able to eat a roast duck that we reared."
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This… This is my real fresh-and-blood daughter! Mag was tremendously touched by the notebook in his hands.
He finally understood why Irina didn't have any adverse reaction after reading the notebook yesterday and even behaved much nicer to him.
This definitely wasn't a "death notebook". This was utterly a foodie's diary.
Furthermore, the little one had successfully shaped him into a kind and principled good man.
Mag put the little black book back into the cupboard, and happily said to himself, "Okay, I will add one more egg for her breakfast today, and I will arrange whatever she wants to eat from now on. Such a wonderful daughter, she deserved to be spoiled."
