Chapter 1815

People's eyes have been attracted by the stir fried Octopus whiskers just brought out.

Particularly prominent taste wantonly divergent, even a table of food has not been able to cover it up.

Green pepper, red pepper, purple onion as a match, quick fried to retain their bright colors, make this look more attractive.

"It's delicious. It's more delicious than prawns." Amy took a deep sniff.

"Yes, it should look great." Mia nodded.

"Is this Octopus whisker?" Camilla looked at the stir fried Octopus beard in front of her, but she was in doubt.

This is totally different from her impression of the huge octopus whiskers covered with sticky mud and scarlet eyeballs.

Cut into small sections, wrapped with oily sauce, in the bright side dishes, it seems to become the leading role of saliva.

What's more, the delicious smell, hot and spicy, which is irresistible, just like it was just fished out of the sea, can't help swallowing.

"No! No matter how delicious it looks, it's Octopus whisker! The terrible and evil Octopus whiskers Camilla warned herself seriously in her heart, but her throat was not thick enough to roll.

"Then I'll start." Amy picked up the chopsticks, stretched her arm, took an octopus whisker from the plate and fed it to her mouth.

The crisp Octopus whiskers made a crisp sound between the teeth. Amy's eyes brightened, her cheeks moved quickly, and she made a light happy chewing sound. Her face was already showing a happy smile unconsciously.

"Gulu."

Everyone swallowed. Judging from Amy's expression, it must be another delicious food.

"I'll try it, too." Mia can't wait to pick up a piece of octopus and feed it to her mouth. Her eyes immediately turn into a crescent moon. The crisp and tender Octopus whiskers have unparalleled delicious taste. Dancing with the sauce on the tip of her tongue, it's almost suffocating.

"It's delicious, isn't it! It's fresh, almost to the tongue. " Finally swallow the octopus beard, Mia exclaimed.

The double certified stir fried Octopus whiskers immediately became the focus of people's taste.

All of us were impressed by the delicious taste of stir fried Octopus whiskers.

"Why don't you eat?" MEG smiles and looks at Camilla with a tangled face. Most of the octopus on her plate has been eaten, but Camilla hasn't started to move her chopsticks.

"I'm not afraid!" Camilla stares at MEG and picks up a chopstick to pick up an octopus whisker.

The octopus whisker wrapped in sauce doesn't look frightening. The fragrance comes slowly with the heat. On the contrary, it is very attractive.

"It's just an ordinary octopus, not an octopus... Not an octopus... Not an octopus..." Camilla began to hypnotize herself, then closed her eyes and fed the octopus whiskers to her mouth.

Teeth bite open the octopus whiskers, crisp and tender taste is even more wonderful than the meat in the crayfish, and the unparalleled taste is like the arrival of the king, full of aggressive release between the lips and teeth.

Just then, the tip of her tongue touched the tiny sucker on the octopus's beard.

Stiff!

Camilla's head suddenly jumped out of the octopus monster hundreds of meters high. Her sticky tentacles rolled out and twined around her. Her scarlet eyes were staring at him. The sticky touch was so real that it wound around her wantonly

Fear, disgust, and some inexplicable... Pleasure?

Camilla felt completely unable to move and could only let the octopus monster do anything to her.

On the verge of her collapse, a light suddenly appeared in front of her.

The octopus beard wrapped around her body was cut off by a sword, and the whole body's confinement and sticky feeling disappeared instantly.

After that light, she saw a figure standing with her head high. It seemed that he was the only one in heaven and earth.

Is it... Him?

Then the figure with her back turned slowly. Smile at her.

Camilla saw the face clearly. It was MEG! And he is holding the fat head fish in his hand!!!

"I'm in it!"

Camilla opens her eyes, gasps, and just smiles at MEG.

For a moment, she had a feeling that it was hard to say

What is that?

Shouldn't her hero, like Alex, step on the purple Griffin, hold the Tiandu sword and lead the thunder rolling to save her hero?

incorrect! It should be a beauty like Miss Gloria!

How did you become MEG with a kitchen knife?

However, her attention was soon attracted by the changes in her body. She suddenly found that she had been troubled by her cultivation problems for many years. She just had a little looseness and insight, and vaguely saw the world of level 10.

"True or false?" Camilla looks unbelievable. She has been breaking through level 9 for more than ten years. Although she is known as the best natural vampire after Dracula, she has no way to break through level 10.

After repeatedly confirming that her cultivation bottleneck was really loose, her throat could not help rolling.

From level 9 to level 10, the difference is the perception of the road.

Although the previous strange dreamland was creepy, it made her see something that she could not touch before. Her mental power seemed to rise, and she had more insight.

"Is it because of the octopus beard?" Camilla looked at the octopus whisker in front of her and hesitated for a while. She picked up a squid whisker again and fed it to her mouth.

"No response? Camilla doesn't care what McGonagall thinks, although compared with this time, the scene turns from the sky into a sea of flowers, and McGonagall takes her running and laughing in the sea of flowers

Camilla

How come he's in a series?

Camilla is eating octopus whiskers. Although she can't look directly at the strange dreamland, she can't refuse the chance of promotion.

"Ding!"

The chopsticks touched the plate, but there was no Octopus whisker.

Camilla stared at the plate with only a few onions left in front of her.

"It's finished, sister Camilla." Amy bit the chicken leg. "It seems that you like octopus whiskers very much."

People also laughed when they heard the words. Just now, Camilla was too engrossed in eating and showed great love for Octopus whiskers. So almost everyone just tasted a few mouthfuls and did not continue to clip Octopus whiskers.

Camilla quickly realized what had happened and blushed, "I... it's really delicious." Then he gave MEG a look.

McGonagall had some innocent eyebrows. What's that? He made such delicious Octopus whiskers that she would stare at him after eating them?

"Father, when can I eat octopus balls?" Amy put down her chopsticks and looked at MEG.

People are also looking at MEG, stir fried Octopus must bring you a wonderful experience, so they have a greater expectation for another small ball with a lovely name.

But previously, Meg said it was a snack, so he didn't serve it at dinner.

"Just a moment. I'll do it for you. How many people want to eat? Raise your hand and give your name MEG put down the bowl, got up and went to the kitchen. The snack was just right now.

"I want a large one!" Amy raised her little hand, looked at Anne, and added, "sister Anne wants a small one."

"I'll have a small one, too." Mia raised her hand.

"I'll have a small one with Phyllis." Angela hands up.

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"All right, I've got it." McGonagall agreed in the kitchen, turned on the octopus ball machine to preheat, and began to cut and match all kinds of side dishes.

A small octopus ball, if you want to make it delicious, you have to work harder in it.

When the machine is preheated, pour a little olive oil into each groove, and then scoop up a spoonful of the prepared Octopus powder batter from a wooden bucket with a long handle spoon. Like a dragonfly skimming water, pour the batter into each small groove, and almost forty of them are poured in a flash.

Then McGonagall scooped up a spoonful of chopped high mountain cabbage from the side dish box and sprinkled it at will. The snow-white cabbage pieces were evenly scattered in every groove.

Fresh red peppers, corn kernels just peeled and octopus whiskers cut into knuckles are put into grooves one by one, wrapped in batter, and then injected with a layer of batter.

The temperature of the iron plate is high enough for the batter to form quickly.

McGonagall held a slender iron stick in his right hand as if holding a sword. His wrist shook up and down, turning the formed side up from below.

Because the hand speed is fast enough, the progress of each small ball is almost the same.

In the twinkling of an eye, there are dozens of golden and round balls on the small ball machine.

At this time, add a little olive oil, let the small balls fry for a while, until the appearance is crisp, you can immediately take the plate and put it on the plate.

Four small balls for a small portion, six for a large portion.

Squeeze in salad dressing and tomato sauce, sprinkle with seaweed powder, and then grab a handful of thin wooden fish flowers and seaweed.

A fresh octopus ball, it's done!