Chapter 1402

McGonagall didn't know why he continued to work as a cook after the business ended, roasting Beef Kebabs, fish and shrimp for two women who drank

Although barbecue with beer, it's really cool.

But as a persecuted person, he is also very fascinated now.

Standing beside the barbecue rack, MEG took a bite of the roast beef, chewed it, let the hot taste bloom in his mouth, then took a sip of beer, experienced the wonderful enjoyment brought by ice and fire, and observed the two women who were getting better after drinking a few glasses of beer.

After a few drinks, Camilla's aura gradually turned back, looked at Elena and said, "you... You say, why do they all want to use me? In their eyes, I am just a thing that can be used in exchange for benefits? Even my father can betray me again and again. Am I ridiculous? "

Irina also began to be a little drunk, holding the table in one hand, looking at Camilla and nodding seriously: "it's more than ridiculous, it's pathetic."

Camilla was stunned, then began to wipe tears, "you say, how can I be so poor..."

McGonagall listened to Camilla's description and understood the reason why she wanted to get drunk tonight. It seems that her return to the devil islands is not a small blow to her, and there is no place to talk about it, so she came to drink most of the night.

"It doesn't matter. For you vampires, what are these difficulties and setbacks? At least you haven't experienced being watched eating grass." Irina comforted, "why don't you try to eat grass, too? Maybe you can become a vampire ancestor

"You mean uncle Dracula became a vampire ancestor because he ate grass?" Camilla is a little suspicious.

"If you don't try, how can you know that you can't do it?" Irina said with a smile.

Camilla thought about it, nodded, then turned to MEG in the kitchen and cried, "boss, give me a plate of grass!"

For drunken women, they should try to meet all their unreasonable demands, so that they can save some effort. This is Meg's accumulated experience for many years, so he put a plate of lettuce directly in front of Camilla, and then returned to the kitchen to continue to watch the wine game between women.

Camilla's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the tender green lettuce leaves in front of her. As a noble vampire aristocrat, vegetarianism is a shame to vampires, which she naturally never did.

"Eat it, eat it, you may be the next ancestor of vampires." Irina was bewitching.

Camilla's throat moved. If she became the ancestor of the vampire, no one could force her to do anything.

Her powerful strength and high status in the family means that her father has to salute her when he sees her.

What an attractive vision.

Camilla reached for a lettuce leaf and slowly handed it to her mouth.

McGonagall silently took out the photo stone. The second vampire who took the initiative to eat grass may be the future ancestor of vampires. What a memorable scene.

"Click."

The tender lettuce leaves are bitten to make a crisp sound. The strange taste makes Camilla a little uncomfortable, but it's not as disgusting as expected. On the contrary, the taste is very refreshing.

After confirming that she could accept the taste, Camilla began to chew. Although the taste was a little strange, the taste of the leaf was fresh and sweet. Unexpectedly, it was not bad. On the contrary, it was very greasy, making the mouth fresh after eating roast beef.

"How's it going?" Irina asked.

"Unexpectedly, it's delicious." Camilla nodded and chewed the remaining half of the leaf.

"That's what Dracula said when he first ate grass." Irina said with a smile.

McGonagall's expression is slightly strange. It can be imagined that most of Dracula was cheated and coaxed to eat the first grass, and then he went on a road of no return.

And then, N years later, Camilla took the road.

"Well, uncle Dracula's taste is really close to mine." Camilla nodded, then her eyes fell on the roast beef kebab in front of her. She used chopsticks to get a piece of beef from the bamboo stick, wrapped it in the lettuce leaves, and then fed it to her mouth together. After chewing, her eyes brightened, the fat of the roast beef was absorbed by the lettuce leaves, and her own taste was not affected, so it was very refreshing and delicious.

"I didn't expect the grass to be so delicious. It's even more delicious if it's wrapped in meat." Camilla said with some surprise.

"Really?"

Camilla handed Irina a lettuce leaf. "Try it, too."

Irina wrapped a piece of beef and fed it to her mouth. The combination of meat and vegetable really made the roast beef fresh. After eating a lot of Beef Kebabs, it was a very good way to eat it. She nodded and admitted, "it's a very good way to eat it. You really have a talent for eating grass. The future is promising."

"Don't you just wrap it in lettuce leaves, make a fuss." MEG took a look at the remaining lettuce leaves, picked up a piece wrapped with two pieces of roast beef, and fed it to his mouth together, which made him feel like a Korean barbecue.

After eating a whole plate of grass and two glasses of beer, they both fell drunk on the table. Although they were already in a drunken dream, they still had a conversation.

"This amount of alcohol, don't say what not drunk endlessly, this is not to send yourself to the bed." MEG put down his glass and came out of the kitchen. Looking at the two drunk women, he said to himself helplessly.

Take Irina back to her room and put her on the bed. Then MEG goes downstairs to look at Camilla who is still lying on the table. It's not good to throw her out so late. I don't know what will happen when she is picked up, but if I stay

MEG took her upstairs, made a bunk on the master bedroom floor, and put her directly on the floor.

The logic of survival is very simple. No matter which room Camilla is put in, he may do something wrong to her when he is drunk.

But in Elena's room, that's fine.

I don't believe that Irina has the guts to do anything under her eyes.

McGonagall just put down Camilla, ready to go downstairs to clean up, but his arm was suddenly caught. At the same time, Camilla murmured: "I don't want to marry nork, that trash. If I marry him, it's better to marry that wretched boss. Even if he can't, at least the food is delicious."

McGonagall:

Why can't he?

Looking at the sleepy Camilla, McGonagall pulled back his hand and went downstairs inexplicably.

It's a great shame for him. If he wasn't watched by the way of heaven, he would have to prove whether he can do it or not today.

"Ha ha, you have no guts." The system mocks online.