Chapter 1106

"Take off... Take off your clothes?" Camilla stares at MEG with an incredible look on her face.

This guy asked her to undress in broad daylight?

This kind of request is too exciting, isn't it?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I mean your cape, because you need to test whether you are competent for the work, and you need to go into the kitchen. It's not convenient for you to wear this Cape." MEG motioned for Camilla's cape.

"Hum." Camilla snorted coldly, and when she picked her finger, the Cape on her shoulder slipped and hung on the chair. There was a sense of loss in her heart.

"Please follow me in." McGonagall went to the restaurant, held the door, let Camilla in, and then let go.

In the kitchen, Phyllis is seriously practicing cooking.

McGonagall went to the kitchen door, looked at the skilfully picked up the fried rice in the iron pot, turned it into a beautiful rainbow, and fell back to Phyllis in the iron pot, nodded with satisfaction.

The girl's talent is really great. If it wasn't for the lack of such a logistics talent around Elena, he would not let her go.

"I didn't expect that a fairy could make the cooking so beautiful." Camilla also came to the kitchen door, can't help but praise.

Turn off the fire and put the fried rice on the plate. Phyllis looks at the kitchen door.

"Boss." Phyllis nodded slightly to McGonagall, then looked at Camilla's breast for a moment, and was frustrated.

Why is any woman around Mr. McGonagall so big!

Sure enough, does he still like big chests?

"Well done, Phyllis." MEG went into the kitchen and said with a smile, "may I have a taste?"

"Of course." Phyllis nodded, took a clean spoon and handed it to MEG. Her eyes were full of expectation.

Mr. McGonagall said that if she learned to cook Yangzhou fried rice and yellow steamed rice, she could go to her royal highness and help her.

McGonagall scooped up a spoonful of fried rice with a spoon and fed it to his mouth. Ordinary rice, ordinary ingredients, but it burst out in his mouth with an incredible taste.

Chewing carefully, he felt the wonderful taste of the collision of various ingredients in his mouth, showing a satisfied expression.

Phyllis didn't use the ingredients provided by the system, and MEG also made some changes in the original menu, replacing the ingredients with the ones easily available in the wind forest.

The situation of wind forest has reached the level of war. It is not easy for the front-line soldiers to have enough to eat. Naturally, they can not ask for food.

But after changing the ingredients, the fried rice made by Phyllis is still delicious.

"Very good." McGonagall opened his eyes, looked at a nervous face of Phyllis, gave a thumbs up, and then said: "you don't have to continue to practice fried rice. I'll teach you how to make stewed chicken rice later."

"Really... Really?" Phyllis looked happy, but she couldn't believe it when she looked at MEG.

"Of course." McGonagall nodded, then turned to look at Camilla who was hanging in the kitchen door and said, "this is Countess Bartoli. You are going to leave soon, so I'm going to recruit another staff responsible for food processing. She just volunteered, but I have to test her ability first."

"Hello." Phyllis nodded slightly to Camilla, but there was a twinkle in her eyes. The name of Countess Bartoli was mentioned by the princess. She should be a vampire, and she seemed to have been teased by the princess in those years.

Camilla can kill the eyes from McGonagall back, looking at Phyllis insipid way: "hello."

She didn't have much affection for the elves. In those years, Elena made them lose face and treated her again and again

Those unforgettable memories, let him not have a good feeling for the elves, but also maintain a certain degree of vigilance.

"Come in, Countess." MEG and Camilla said, pulling out a thick, long, round cucumber from one side.

"You... What are you going to do?" Camilla looked at the yellow light in McGonagall's hand, rolled her throat unconsciously, and said with some vigilance.

"I need to test your craftsmanship and talent." McGonagall put the cucumber on the cutting board, took the Chinese kitchen knife and cut it from the middle. Half of the cucumber had been cut into long and thin strips the size of toothpick and arranged neatly on the cutting board.

"It's your turn." McGonagall turned his wrist and handed the kitchen knife to Camilla.

"It's not hard." Camilla, with a scornful smile, took the kitchen knife and cut the cucumber in front of her.

"Oh dear!"

"Blood

McGonagall looked at the cucumber in good condition and Camilla with her long white fingers on one side. Her eyelids jumped wildly. She felt as if she had found the wrong person. The countess didn't look like a person who could cut a good cucumber at all.

"This cucumbers hurt me!" Camilla stares angrily at half a cucumber on the cutting board.

"It's a small hole. If you don't pay attention to it, it will heal itself." McGonagall couldn't help rolling his eyes and sighing: "come on, it seems that you are not qualified for the kitchen work. I take back what I said before. You can't be a new employee in the restaurant."

"This guy is trying to find an excuse to publish the photo stone! No, such a thing can never happen Kamila looked at MEG, his eyes showed a trace of anxiety, but the expression is still proud, sneer and said: "it's just a cucumber, I can cut your hair."

She raised her right hand, five sharp nails sticking out from her fingertips, like five sharp knives, brushing on the cucumber several times. As soon as she stopped, half of the cucumber on the chopping board had become a pile of hair like filaments.

McGonagall reached out and picked up a hairy cucumber shred. Even he could not help admiring the knife.

"Is this nine Yin white bone claw?" McGonagall put down the shredded cucumber. There was no need to say about the knife. But when he thought that it was pulled out with his paws, he felt strange. Anyway, he was incompetent in accepting the dish.

"Oh, I'm thinner than you. Are you satisfied now?" Camilla took out a manicure knife, picked her nails and said with pride.

MEG shook his head and said, "using claws does not meet the hygiene standards of the restaurant. If you can turn claws into knives of the same size while maintaining the same standard of knife work, you will be accepted."

"Well, such a simple thing, of course, can be done at will." Camilla took five knives and cut a cucumber into round sections of different sizes.