Chapter 1811: Even if I die, I will never eat that thing

Camilla took a deep look at McGonagall, always feeling that under his kind and gentle smile, there was a great badness hidden.
"Are you afraid of octopuses?" McGonagall smiled at Camilla. "If that's the case, forget it."
"Frightened?" Camilla smiled with a slight disdain. "My countess, a ninth-class powerhouse, would be afraid of a little octopus? Isn't it just an octopus, I'll eat it today!"
"Spiritual." McGonagall gave her a thumbs up in admiration, and he really admired such a person who could say such insincere words for the sake of face.
"Hum." Camilla snorted softly, a little uncomfortable.
As soon as the words came out, he regretted it.
She was terrified in her heart.
But now I have to wait for the stir-fried chapter here for the sake of face. [零零 看书 网.] The fish must be on the table, and I must eat it.
Meg they are busy preparing in the kitchen.
A long line has already been queued up outside the restaurant. The restaurant is closed for two days, and two new dishes will be launched at noon today, so many guests are expecting to taste the new products at noon today.
Among the guests in the queue, there are some strong men of various ethnic groups who have not yet returned home.
Although the celebration party hosted at the city's main government building last night was rich, but it could not be compared with the Mai Mi restaurant, so I was not in a hurry to go home. Today I am going to come to the Mai Mi restaurant to have a good meal before leaving.
Although Maimi Restaurant is queuing first and foremost, the chaos in the city has been in danger for the past two days, and the powerful people of all ethnic groups have come to the rescue. The residents of the chaotic city are very grateful for this. Came to the front row of the team.
"Residents of this chaotic city are indeed a little different." Louis said with emotion.
"It's true. Change any place and see our old group of guys standing here, but no one dares to come up to eat, and no one dares to let us stand in line to wait for dinner." Douglas looked coldly.
"What's a line? We, Masters, don't line up every day." Krasu rolled his eyes.
The strong men of all races have their eyes turned. If Krasu and Yuli were not arranged in the forefront, they would not necessarily be able to stand in line.
However, the boss's cooking skills are so good that it doesn't count to line up for a meal. After all, there are already more than ten top ten lineups here.
"What new product, is it an octopus whisker?" Louis noticed a little blackboard hanging on the door, can't help but be surprised.
Everyone heard the words and cast their eyes, and their expressions suddenly became a little weird.
In the past two days, they were broken by the octopus monster. When they thought about the huge body of several hundred meters and the octopus whiskers covered with scarlet eyes, they felt that their backs were cold and their stomachs were rolling.
But this boss happened to be a coincidence, and today he introduced a new dish to be prepared by octopus.
"Why? Scared?" Crassus turned back and looked at Louis and the others with a smile, a little teasing in his smile.
"It's just the tentacles. There's nothing to be afraid of." Louis said indifferently, but his fingers trembled unconsciously.
There was a somewhat disappointing strongman who heard Krassu's words and stopped immediately. How can one not tell them that they are afraid.
"Will you order two more?" Krasu stared at Louis with a smile.
"Since it's new, of course, try it." Louis nodded, without frowning.
"Hey, we'll be at the same table for a while." Krasu smiled. "We haven't had drinks together for some years, and we'll have a few glasses today."
"The old man is not a good guy." Louis glanced at Crassus, and then looked at Douglas and Julian: "Douglas, Julian, you two have a drink together. Anyway, we four also played that year. One, it ’s a common sorrow to try the taste of this octopus together today. "
"I can drink wine. As for the octopus, I'll forget it." Douglas' eyelids jumped. "I'm allergic to seafood."
"You are an old guy nearly two thousand years old, can you still be allergic to seafood? Even if you are allergic, can you still have red spots?" Louis rolled his eyes,
"I don't eat it." Julian's answer was more simple and straightforward, and he refused coldly, without any meaning to discuss.
"That stuff is really delicious? Just thinking about it, I feel that goosebumps are all up." Dracula was also in the crowd, patted the goosebumps on his hands with a disgusted look, "I do n’t even It ’s dead, and it ’s definitely not going to eat that. "
The strong men of the orcs and the dwarfs nodded sympathetically, and had already made up their minds to stay away from their table in Louis for a while.
The heads of various ethnic groups standing in the front row are awesome and admirable, and there are two beautiful women in the line.
One is Ms. Gloria, who often comes to the restaurant for dinner. The news that she has become the sole heir of the Morton family has spread throughout the business community in the city of chaos, and she has been able to stand alongside Miss Hill.
And she is only eighteen years old, and the beauty after removing the veil is even more amazing. It is also a seductive thing to admire such a beauty.
But today, her limelight was snatched by most of the girls from another team who were almost side by side with her.
The girl had long blonde and waist-length hair, and her exquisite face was not lost to Gololia. Her bright golden eyes showed confidence, and even in the figure, even a woman couldn't help but want to see more.
The girl glanced at Goloya with a calm eye, her mouth slightly tilted, revealing a hint of inconceivable meaning.
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Business preparations are in place, and employee meals have been served.
The crowd sat quietly waiting for the last stir-fried octopus whisker on McGonagall.
Camilla sat a little uneasy, looking from time to time in the direction of the kitchen, tangling between leaving and staying.
In the kitchen, McGonagall turned the pot skillfully. The octopus whisker and green bell peppers danced between the flames.
Turn off the heat and cook.
The brightly-colored stir-fried octopus must be buckled in a white porcelain plate, without the need to add more plates, it is already attractive.
The octopus whiskers cut into a length of about three centimeters were mixed with green, red pepper, and purple onions, and stained with a layer of attractive brown sauce, completely missing the terrible appearance of the original blue-red tentacles.
"It is indeed me, even the old dominators can do so tempting!" McGonagall took up the plate and walked out of the kitchen. The umami taste of the octopus whiskers has begun to bloom wildly, and compared to ordinary octopus whiskers, this octopus whiskers The umami taste is even more flamboyant, which is irresistible.
McGonagall smiled and put the stir-fried octopus in the empty space in front of Camilla. "Okay, the dishes are all ready, let's eat."