Chapter 1103: Is this Jiuyin white bone claw?

"Take off... Undressing?" Camilla blinked and looked at McGonagall in an incredible way. Fiction.
This guy, she wants her to undress in this broad daylight?
This kind of request is also... too exciting?
"Oh, sorry, I mean your cloak, because you need to test whether you are qualified for the job, you need to enter the kitchen, your cloak is not very convenient." McGonagall gestured Camilla's cloak.
"Hey." Camilla snorted, his fingers picked, and the cloak on his shoulders slid down on the chair, and there was a sense of incomprehensibility in his heart.
"Please come in with me." McGonagall walked toward the restaurant, holding the restaurant door and letting Camilla enter the door before releasing it.
In the kitchen, Felice is seriously practicing fried rice.
Meg went to the kitchen door and watched the skilled fried rice in the wok, turned into a beautiful rainbow, and fell back to Feili in the iron pan, nodded with satisfaction.
This girl's talent is really good. If it is not for Irina who really lacks such a logistics support talent, he will definitely not let her go.
"I didn't expect an elf to be so good at cooking." Camilla also came to the kitchen door and couldn't help but sigh.
Turn off the fire, put the fried rice into the dish, and Felice looked at the kitchen door.
"Boss." Felice nodded slightly toward McGonagall, then her eyes stayed on Camilla's chest for a while, and her heart suddenly frustrated.
Why is Mr. McGon’s a woman around him so big!
Sure enough, does he still like big breasts?
"Fillis, it's very good." McGonagall walked into the kitchen and smiled. "Can I taste it?"
"Of course." Felice nodded quickly and handed it to McGonagall with a clean spoon. The eyes were full of expectations.
Mr. McGonagall said that as long as she learned to make Yangzhou fried rice and simmered chicken rice, she could go to the princess to help her.
McGonagall picked up a spoonful of fried rice with a spoon and fed it into his mouth. Ordinary rice, ordinary ingredients, but it burst into an incredible taste in his mouth.
Chewing, he felt the wonderful taste of various ingredients colliding in the mouth, showing a satisfactory expression.
Felice did not use the ingredients provided by the system, and Meg has made some changes in the original recipe, replacing the ingredients with ingredients that can be easily obtained in the forest of the wind.
The situation of the forest of the wind has reached the level of war. It is not easy for the frontline soldiers to eat enough. The ingredients can not be demanded naturally.
However, after changing the ingredients, the fried rice made by Felice still does not bear the word delicious.
"Very good." McGonagall opened his eyes and looked at the nervous Felice to raise a thumb. Then he said, "You don't have to continue practicing with fried rice. I will teach you to make yellow chicken rice."
"Really... Really?" Felice looked happy, but it was unbelievable to look at McGonagall.
"Of course." McGonagall nodded, then turned and looked at Camilla, who was hanging out at the kitchen door. "This is the Countess Bartoli, you are leaving, so I plan to recruit another person responsible for the processing of ingredients." Employee, she just volunteered, but still have to test her ability first."
"Hello." Felice nodded slightly toward Camilla, but her eyes flashed a bit of color. The name Countess Bartoli, she mentioned to the princess, should be a vampire, and it seems to be played by the princess that year. Over.
Camilla took the murderous look back from McGonagall and watched Felice say plainly: "Hello."
She didn't have much affection for the elves, and Irina didn't let their vampires lose face, but it was twice to her...
Those memories that are unbearable to look back make him feel good about the elves, but they also maintain a certain alert.
"Countess, please come in," McGonagall and Camilla said, taking a long, rounded cucumber from the side.
"You... what are you going to do?!" Camilla looked at the yellow light in Meg's hand, and the throat rolled unconsciously, and some cautioned.
"I need to test your knife and talent." McGonagall put the cucumber on the cutting board, took the Chinese kitchen knife, cut it from the middle, cut the knife between the knife, and the half cucumber was cut. A sliver of strips, such as a toothpick, is neatly arranged on the cutting board.
"It's up to you." McGonagall turned his wrist and handed the kitchen knife to Camilla.
"It's hard to do this." Camilla smiled a little, and took the kitchen knife and cut it toward the half of the cucumber in front of him.
"Damn!"
"blood!!!"
McGonagall looked at the intact cucumber, and pinched his white and slender fingers, and looked at Camilla, who was sorrowful and angry. The eyelids jumped a few times and felt like he was looking for the wrong person. The countess did not look at it at all. It is a person who can cut cucumbers.
"This broken cucumber hurts me!" Camilla looked annoyed at the half-cube on the cutting board.
"It's a small mouth. If you don't pay attention, it will heal yourself." McGonagall couldn't help but rolled his eyes and sighed: "Forget it, it seems that you are not qualified for the kitchen work, I take it back. If you said it before, you can't be a new employee in the restaurant."
"This guy is trying to find an excuse to announce the stone of the shadow! No, this kind of thing can't happen!" Camilla looked at McGonagall, her eyes were a little anxious, but her expression was still cold and arrogant, "I am just a Root cucumber, I can cut it into hair."
She lifted her right hand, and five sharp nails came out from the fingertips, like five sharp sharp knives. I brushed a few strokes on the cucumber, and when I closed my hand, the half cucumber on the chopping board was changed. Into a pile of hair-like filaments.
McGonagall reached out and squeezed a thin wire of cucumber, and the knife, even he couldn't help but want to say a word.
"Is this Jiuyin white bone claw?" McGonagall put the cucumber silk down. The knife worker didn't have to say it, but when he thought that it was caught with his claws, there was a strange feeling in his heart. Anyway, it came out. Dishes, he is accepting incompetence.
"Oh, I can cut it finer than you, now you are satisfied?" Camilla took out a manicure knife and licked his nails, quite proudly said.
McGonagall shook his head. "Paws don't meet the hygienic standards of the restaurant. If you can turn your claws into knives of roughly the same size while maintaining the same level of knife, you are accepted."
"Oh, such a simple thing, of course, can be done casually." Camilla clamped five knives and then cut a cucumber into round segments of different sizes.