"Take off... take off your clothes?" Camilla glared and looked at Mag in disbelief.
This guy actually asked her to take off her clothes in broad daylight?
This kind of request is also... too exciting, right?
"Oh, I'm sorry, I mean your cloak, because I need to test whether you are qualified for the job and need to enter the kitchen. It's a little inconvenient to wear your cloak." Mag gestured to Camilla's cloak.
"Humph." Camilla snorted coldly. With a flick of her finger, the cloak on her shoulders slipped off and hung on the chair. She felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.
"Please come in with me." Mag walked towards the restaurant, held the restaurant door, and let Camilla enter before letting go.
In the kitchen, Phyllis was practicing cooking fried rice seriously.
Mag walked to the kitchen door and watched Phyllis skillfully pick up the fried rice in the iron pot, turn it into a beautiful rainbow, and then fall back into the iron pot again, and nodded with satisfaction.
This girl's talent is so good. If Irina didn't really lack such a logistics support talent, he would definitely not let her go.
"I didn't expect an elf to cook so beautifully." Camilla also came to the door of the kitchen and couldn't help but admired.
After turning off the heat and putting the fried rice on a plate, Phyllis looked at the kitchen door.
"Boss." Phyllis nodded slightly towards Mag, then her eyes stayed on Camilla's breasts for a while, and she suddenly felt frustrated.
Why is every woman next to Mr. McGonagall so big!
Sure enough, does he still like people with big breasts?
"Phyllis, you did a great job." Mag walked into the kitchen and said with a smile, "Can I have a taste?"
"Of course." Phyllis nodded quickly, took a clean spoon and handed it to Mag, her eyes full of expectation.
Mr. McGonagall said that as long as she learns to make Yangzhou fried rice and braised chicken rice, she can go to Her Royal Highness the Princess to help her.
Mag scooped up a spoonful of fried rice and put it into his mouth. It was ordinary rice and ordinary ingredients, but it burst out with an incredible and wonderful taste in his mouth.
Chewing carefully, he felt the wonderful taste of various ingredients colliding in his mouth, showing an expression of satisfaction.
Phyllis did not use the ingredients provided by the system, and Mag also made some changes to the original recipe, replacing the ingredients with ingredients that could be easily obtained in the Forest of Wind.
The situation in the Wind Forest has reached a war level. It is not easy for the frontline soldiers to eat enough. Naturally, there are no requirements for the food.
However, after changing the ingredients, the fried rice made by Felice still lived up to the word delicious.
"Very good." Mag opened his eyes, looked at Phyllis who looked nervous and gave a thumbs up, and then said: "You don't need to continue practicing the fried rice. I will teach you how to make braised chicken and rice later."
"Really...really?" Phyllis looked happy, but she still looked at Mag in disbelief.
"Of course." Mag nodded, then turned to look at Camilla who was hanging at the door of the kitchen and introduced: "This is Countess Bathory. You are leaving soon, so I plan to hire another one to handle the ingredients. Employee, she happened to volunteer, but she still has to test her abilities first.”
"Hello." Phyllis nodded slightly towards Camilla, but a strange look flashed in her eyes. She heard the name Countess Bathory mentioned by the princess. She should be a vampire, and she seemed to be molested by the princess back then. Pass.
Camilla withdrew her murderous eyes from Mag, looked at Phyllis and said calmly: "Hello."
She didn't have much affection for the elves. Irina had embarrassed the vampires a lot back then, and even treated her repeatedly...
Those unbearable memories made him not have a good impression of the elves, but he also maintained a certain degree of wariness.
"Countess, please come in." Mag and Camilla said, pulling out a thick, long and round cucumber from the side.
"You...what are you going to do?!" Camilla looked at the yellow light in Mag's hand, her throat rolled unconsciously, and she said with some caution.
"I need to test your knife skills and talent." Mag put the cucumber on the cutting board, took the Chinese kitchen knife, and cut it from the middle. As the knife rose and fell, half of the cucumber was cut into pieces. Thin strips the size of toothpicks are neatly arranged on the cutting board.
"It's your turn." Mag turned his wrist and handed the kitchen knife in his hand to Camilla.
"What's so difficult about this?" Camilla smiled contemptuously, took the kitchen knife and cut into the half of the cucumber in front of her.
"oops!"
"Blood!!!"
Mag looked at the intact cucumber and Camilla, who was pinching her slender white fingers with a sad and angry look on her face. He is a man who can cut cucumbers well.
"This broken cucumber hurt me!" Camilla stared at the half cucumber on the cutting board with some annoyance.
"It's just a small cut. If you don't pay attention, it will heal by itself." Mag 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. As I said before, you can’t become a new employee of the restaurant.”
"This guy is trying to find an excuse to reveal the image stone! No, such a thing must not happen!" Carmilla looked at Mag, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes, but her expression was still cold and arrogant, and she sneered: "It's just a A cucumber? I can cut it into hair strands for you."
She raised her right hand, and five sharp nails protruded from her fingertips, like five sharp knives, and scratched the cucumber a few times. When she stopped her hand, half of the cucumber on the chopping board had become It became a pile of hair-like filaments.
Mag stretched out his hand and pinched a piece of cucumber as thin as hair. Even he couldn't help but admire his knife skills.
"Is this the Nine Yin White Bone Claw?" Mag put down the cucumber shreds. There was nothing to say about his knife skills, but when he thought that it was clawed out with his claws, he had a strange feeling in his heart. Anyway, it was made this way. Dish, he is incompetent to accept.
"Oh, I cut it even finer than you. Are you satisfied now?" Camila took out a manicure knife and picked her nails, and said proudly.
Mag shook his head and said: "Using claws does not meet the hygienic standards of the restaurant. If you can turn your claws into a knife of similar size while maintaining the same level of knife skills, then you will be admitted."
"Hmph, of course such a simple thing can be done casually." Camilla clamped five knives and then chopped a cucumber into round segments of different sizes.
