"Take off ...... Undressing? Camilla glared at McGonagall in disbelief.

This guy actually asked her to undress in broad daylight?

This requirement is also ...... That's exciting, right?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I mean your cloak, because you need to test your ability to do the job, you need to go into the kitchen, and your cloak is a little inconvenient." McGonagall gestured to Camilla's cape.

"Hmph." Camila snorted coldly, picked up her fingers, and the cloak on her shoulders slipped off and hung on the chair, with an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.

"Please come in with me." McGonagall walked towards the dining room, holding on to the door, allowing Camilla to enter before letting go.

In the kitchen, Phyllis is seriously practicing fried rice.

McGonagall walked to the kitchen door and nodded in satisfaction as she expertly picked up the fried rice in the iron pot, turned into a beautiful rainbow, and fell back into the iron pot.

This girl's talent is so good, if it weren't for the lack of such a logistics talent around Irina, he would definitely not let her go.

"I didn't expect an elf to make a dish so beautiful." Camila also came to the kitchen door and couldn't help but admire.

Turning off the heat and putting the fried rice on a plate, Phyllis looked at the kitchen door.

"Boss." Phyllis nodded slightly at McGonagall, then her gaze lingered on Camilla's crisp chest for a moment, and her heart was suddenly frustrated.

Why is any woman around Mr. McGonagall so big!

Sure enough, does he still like big breasts?

"Phyllis, you're doing a great job." McGonagall walked into the kitchen and smiled, "Can I try it?" ”

"Absolutely." Phyllis nodded quickly and handed a clean spoon to McGonagall, her eyes full of anticipation.

Mr. McGonagall said that as long as she learned how to make Yangzhou fried rice and braised chicken rice, she could go to Her Royal Highness to help her.

McGonagall scooped up a spoonful of fried rice and fed it to his mouth, ordinary rice, ordinary ingredients, but it burst into his mouth with an unbelievably wonderful taste.

As he chewed carefully, he felt the wonderful taste of various ingredients colliding in his mouth, and showed a satisfied expression.

Phyllis didn't use the ingredients provided by the system, and McGonagall made some changes to the original recipe, replacing the ingredients with ingredients that were easily available in the Wind Forest.

The situation in the Forest of Wind has reached the level of war, and it is not easy for the front-line soldiers to be able to eat enough, so naturally there can be no requirements for ingredients.

However, after changing the ingredients, the fried rice made by Phyllis still lives up to the word delicious.

"Very good." McGonagall opened her eyes and looked at the nervous Phyllis and gave a thumbs up, then said, "You don't have to continue practicing fried rice, I'll teach you how to make yellow braised chicken rice later." ”

"Really...... Are you sure? Phyllis looked happy, but looked at McGonagall in disbelief.

"Of course." McGonagall nodded, then turned to look at Camilla, who was hanging in the kitchen door, and introduced, "This is the Countess of Bathory, and you're about to leave, so I'm going to hire another staff member in charge of the ingredients, and she just volunteered, but I still have to test her ability first." ”

"Hello." Phyllis nodded slightly to Camilla, but a hint of discoloration flashed in her eyes, she had heard the name Countess Bartholi mention it to the princess, it should be a vampire, and it seemed that she had been molested by the princess back then.

Camilla withdrew her murderous eyes from McGonagall, looked at Phyllis and said flatly, "Hello." ”

She didn't have much affection for the elves, and Irina didn't disgrace the vampire clan back then, and she treated her three times and twice......

Those unbearable memories made him not have a good impression of the elves, but he also maintained a certain degree of vigilance.

"Countess, please come in." McGonagall and Camilla said, pulling out a thick, rounded cucumber from the side.

"You...... What are you doing?! Camilla looked at the yellow light in McGonagall's hand, rolled her throat unconsciously, and said with some caution.

"I need to put your knife skills and talent to the test." McGonagall put the cucumber on the cutting board, took the Chinese kitchen knife, cut it through the middle, and between the knife and the knife, half of the cucumber was already cut into slender strips the size of toothpicks, neatly arranged on the cutting board.

"It's your turn." With a twist of her wrist, McGonagall handed the kitchen knife in her hand to Camilla.

"What's so hard about that?" Camilla smiled a little contemptuously, took the kitchen knife and cut it towards the half cucumber in front of her.

"Oops!"

"Blood !!"

McGonagall looked at the intact cucumber, and Camilla, who was pinching her white and slender fingers on the side, and her eyelids jumped wildly, feeling as if she had found the wrong person, and this countess did not look like a person who could cut a cucumber at all.

"This broken cucumber hurt me!" Camila stared at the half of the cucumber on the cutting board with some annoyance.

"It's just a small hole, if you don't pay attention, it will heal on its own." McGonagall couldn't help but roll her eyes, sighed and said, "Forget it, it seems that you are not qualified for the work of the kitchen, I take back what I said before, you can't be a new employee of the restaurant." ”

"This guy is trying to find an excuse to release the photo stone! No, this must not happen! Camilla looked at McGonagall with a hint of anxiety in her eyes, but her expression was still cold and arrogant, and she sneered: "It's just a cucumber, I can cut you into hair." ”

She raised her right hand, and five sharp nails poked out from her fingertips, like five sharp knives, brushing and scratching the cucumber a few times, and when she closed her hand, half of the cucumber on the board had turned into a pile of hair-like filaments.

McGonagall reached out and pinched a hair-thin cucumber shred, a knife that even he couldn't help but admire.

"This is the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, right?" McGonagall put down the cucumber shreds, and the knife work was nothing to say, but when he thought that it was caught with his claws, he had a strange feeling in his heart, anyway, he was incompetent to accept the dishes that came out of this.

"Heh, I've cut it thinner than you, and now you're satisfied, right?" Camila took out a manicure knife and picked at her nails, and said quite proudly.

McGonagall shook her head and said, "Using a claw is not a good fit for the restaurant, if you can turn a claw into a knife of about the same size while maintaining the same level of knife work, then you're accepted." ”

"Hmph, such a simple thing, of course, can be done casually." Camila grabbed five knives and chopped a cucumber into round segments of various sizes.