Chapter 1197

"The first time you're a ghost!" McGonagall flicked her forehead for a moment, and then turned to walk towards the stairs, saying, "I'm worried that your smell will be complained by the guests. The staff of the restaurant must ensure that they are well dressed, have no peculiar smell, and don't bring bad dining experience to the guests."

"So." With that look on her face, Connie followed MEG upstairs.

"I'll bring you a suit of work clothes, red, yellow and blue. What color do you like?" McGonagall continued.

"I like blue, the color of the sky." Connie replied quickly.

"Good." MEG nodded slightly, went upstairs and took Connie into the bathroom first.

"What a big tap!" Connie stood at the bathroom door, looking at the shower head, a little scared.

Then he saw several faucets, and his expression became even more nervous. Is Mr. McGonagall really a water dragon killer?

"This is the shower switch. After opening, there is constant temperature hot water. This is shampoo and shower gel. This is the red hair which is wetted and then smeared. It can wash away the stains on the hair. After washing, rinse the foam with water. The black bottle is used to clean the body. After smearing on the body, it should be washed with clean water." McGonagall introduced, looking back at Connie. "Do you understand?"

"I understand... I understand." Connie nodded, then swallowed the water: "but... Do you really want me to face so many taps alone? I'm a little scared... Can you... Can you wash it with me? "

"No McGonagall refused coldly and tried to trick him into taking a free bath. He was not stupid.

"I'll help you put the clothes on the stool at the door. You wash them and take them yourself. I'll go downstairs in a moment." MEG sidled out of the bathroom.

"Please, don't leave me here alone..." Connie grabbed McGonagall by the corner of his coat and said pitifully that there were four faucets in a small room, which was terrible!

"My restaurant doesn't accept guests with peculiar smell." McGonagall pulled back the corner of his coat from Connie's hand, then closed the bathroom door and couldn't help muttering, "do orcs have a tradition of bathing with men and women?"

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Connie was left alone.

She was close to the door, looking nervously at the four faucets distributed all over the bathroom.

The bathroom area is very large, and the temperature is very warm. There is a big white tank in the inside. It seems that it should be used for bathing.

"I... I was forced, no offense, please... Please don't blame me, and don't scare me... I just wash and go..." Connie said with her hands folded, facing the tap and shower head, and then turned to see herself in the mirror.

"Ah! what is it? Why does it light up my beauty so clearly Connie looked at the mirror for a moment. Even the crystal mirror didn't look so clear.

But she soon found the sweat and mud on her face, neck and arms. After running for more than ten days, she didn't have time to take a bath. After a careful smell, she really had a sour smell.

"My God! Is that the smell I smell? " As soon as Connie's face broke down, she took off her clothes and looked up at the shower which was much bigger than the ordinary faucet. She apologized and said, "Mr. dragon, I'll borrow some of your water. If you don't want to die, please go to the boss."

Then he turned on the switch.

Warm water sprayed from the shower and fell from her head, wetting her hair and body.

"Meow ~"

The comfortable feeling made her sing softly. The hot water rushed on her body, and the fatigue accumulated along the way was quickly eliminated.

"How comfortable!" Connie couldn't help praising that the hot air soon filled the bathroom, her white skin turned pink, and she washed the stains on her body.

"Just now he said that this is for hair washing and this is for body washing. Why use this strange liquid?" After taking a hot bath for a while, Connie's eyes fell on the shampoo and shower gel. She hesitated for a moment. She reached out to learn from McGonagall's previous method and piled up the lid. A milky white liquid came out and covered her face.

"Well

Connie closed her eyes subconsciously, then touched the liquid on her face with her hand. It was slippery, sticky and strange.

But it has a very special fragrance, just like a kind of flower fragrance. The fragrance is pleasant, not boring at all. I feel familiar with it.

"Is this shampoo?" Connie looked at the lotion in her hand, put it on her head and grabbed it. It turned into many white bubbles.

"Wow, there are bubbles!" Connie's eyes lit up. She put the white foam on her lips and blew gently, watching the falling bubbles showing a smile.

After washing her hair, she tried the shower gel again. The body wash was also slippery, and there was a lot of bubbles when she rubbed lightly. After washing, there was a faint fragrance on her body.

"Oh! I see. That's what Mr. McGonagall smells like! " Connie's eyes brightened, and the sour smell on her body had completely disappeared. Her hair and body were clean, and her skin was white and red. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could not help but want to take a bite.

"Am I really ugly? Why isn't Mr. McGonagall interested in sleeping with me? Or is it too small? " Connie looked at herself in the mirror and sighed with self pity, deeply shocked.

"By the way, he said he had prepared clothes for me. What kind of clothes would it be?" Connie is looking forward to thinking that she hasn't worn warm clothes since she left the tribe. Now she doesn't want a beautiful skirt, she wants a warm and comfortable suit.

Standing by the door, the cat's ear moved. After confirming that there was no one outside, she carefully opened the bathroom door. As soon as the door opened a seam, she saw a small stool placed at the door, on which was a set of sky blue clothes. On the top was a piece of paper with words and patterns.

"Wow, it's the color of the blue sky." Connie's eyes lit up and reached for the clothes and the paper.

"Bra's right way to wear..." Connie whispered, then took out a small dress with lace from her dress, and said with a puzzled face: "what is this? This pattern looks good. Is it worn outside? "

McGonagall cocked his legs and drank afternoon tea leisurely. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked back and looked at Connie, who was wearing a neat suit of sky blue assault suit, and then wearing a black lace bra, and sprayed the tea out of her mouth.