Chapter 1194: Bra's correct method of wearing

"The first time you are a ghost!" McGonagall stretched out her head, and there was something in it, turned and walked up the stairs, saying, "I am worried that the taste on you will be met. In the complaint of the guests, the staff of the restaurant must ensure that the clothes are neatly dressed, have no peculiar smell, and do not bring bad dining experience to the guests."
"This way." Connie had such a look, followed McGonagall upstairs.
"I will give you a set of overalls, red, yellow, blue, what color do you like." McGonagall asked.
"I like blue, the color of the sky." Connie replied quickly.
"Good." McGonagall nodded slightly and went upstairs, first taking Connie into the bathroom.
"A big faucet!" Connie stood at the door of the bathroom and looked at the shower head, a little scared.
Then I saw several faucets, and my expression was even more tense. Is Mr. McGonagall a water dragon killer?
"This is a shower switch. After opening, there is constant temperature hot water. This is shampoo and shower gel. The red one is to wipe the hair off after it is wet. It can wash away the stains on the hair. After washing, wash the foam with water. The black bottle is used to clean the body. After it is applied to the body, it should also be washed with water.
McGonagall said, looking back at Connie,
do you understand?

"Understand... understand." Connie nodded, and sneaked a slobber: "But... really want me to face so many faucets alone? I am a little scared... you... can you and I wash it together?"
"No." McGonagall refused, and wanted to lie to him for a free bath. He was not stupid.
"I will help you put the clothes on the stool at the door. You wash it and take it. I will go downstairs in a while." McGonagall walked out of the bathroom sideways.
"Please, don't leave me alone here..." Connie grabbed Meg's corner and was pitiful. In a small room, there were four faucets, which was terrible!

My restaurant doesn’t accept guests with odors.
McGonagall pulled back his clothes from Connie’s hand and closed the bathroom door. He couldn’t help but say:
Is the orc family a tradition of men’s and women’s bathing. ?"
When the bathroom door was closed, only Connie was left alone.
She pressed against the door and looked nervously at the four faucets that were distributed throughout the bathroom.
The bathroom is large in size and the temperature is very warm. There is a large white tank inside, which seems to be used for bathing.
"I... I was forced, I didn't mean to offend, please... please don't blame me, don't scare me... I just take a shower and go..." Connie said with her hands folded at the faucet and shower head. Devoted, then turned to see myself in the mirror.
"Ah! What is this? Why is it so clear that my beauty is clear." Connie looked at the mirror and stunned. Even the crystal mirror did not look so clear.
However, she soon found her face, neck, sweat and sludge on her arms. She ran away for more than ten days. She didn't have time to take a shower. If she heard it carefully, she did have a sour smell.
"My Scorpio! Is this the smell of my body?" Connie looked awkward, and she took off her clothes. She looked up and looked at the shower that was much larger than the average faucet. I was sorry. : "Dragon King, I will borrow some of your water. If you don't want to die, please go to the boss."
Then unscrew the switch.
The warm water sprayed from the shower, spilling from the top of her head, wet her hair and body.
"喵~"
The feeling of comfort made her unable to bear a scorn, hot water rushed on her body, and the accumulated fatigue along the way was quickly eliminated.
"It's so comfortable!" Connie couldn't help but praise, and the heat quickly filled the bathroom, and the white skin turned pink. She washed the stains on her body.
"Just he said that this is used to wash hair, this is used to wash the body, why use this strange liquid?" After a hot shower, Connie's eyes fell to the side of the shampoo and On the shower gel, hesitated a bit, or reached out to learn the method of Professor McGonagall before the back cover, a milky white liquid sprayed out, unable to touch her face.
"Well!"
Connie closed her eyes subconsciously, then touched the liquid on her face with a hand, slippery, sticky, strange touch.
But there is a very special scent, like a kind of floral, fragrant and pleasant, not tired, and feel familiar.
"Is this shampoo?" Connie looked at the lotion in her hand and smacked it on her head. She grabbed it and turned it into a lot of white bubbles.
"Wow, there are really bubbles!" Connie's eyes lit up, and the white foam was gently blown to the mouth, and the falling foam showed a smile.
After washing her hair, she tried the shower gel again. The shower gel was slippery on the body. A lot of foam appeared after a glimpse. After washing, there was a faint fragrance on the body.
"Oh! I know, this is the taste of Mr. McGonagall!" Connie's eyes lit up, the sour smell on her body had completely disappeared, her hair and body were clean, and the delicate skin was red and white. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but want to take a bite.
"Don't I really grow ugly? Why is Mr. McGonagall not interested in sleeping? Or is it too small?" Connie looked at herself in the mirror and sighed from herself. Strike.
"Right, he said that I have prepared clothes for me. What kind of clothes would I have?" Connie thought with some expectation. After leaving the tribe, she didn't wear warm clothes. She doesn't want beautiful little skirts now. I want a warm and comfortable dress.
Standing at the door, the cat's ears moved, and after confirming that there was no one outside, she carefully opened the door of the bathroom. When the door just opened a slit, she saw a small stool placed at the door, with one on the top. Set of azure clothes, there is a piece of paper on the top, and there are words and patterns.
"Wow, it's the color of the blue sky." Connie's eyes lit up, reaching for the clothes and the piece of paper.
"The correct way to wear bra..." Connie whispered softly, then took out a small piece of clothing with a lace edge from her clothes, and looked suspiciously: "What is this? This pattern looks good, Is it worn outside?"
McGonagall squatted, sipping tea in leisure, listening to footsteps and looking back, looking at wearing a neat set of sky blue jackets, then wearing a black lace side bra Connie, directly to the mouth The tea in it squirted out.