Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"Take... undress?" Camilla stared, looking at Mag in disbelief.

This guy actually wants her to take off her clothes in broad daylight?

This kind of request is...too exciting, right?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I mean your cloak, because you need to test whether you are competent for the job and you need to go into the kitchen. It's not convenient for you to wear this cloak." McGonagall gestured to Camilla's cloak.

"Hmph." Camilla snorted coldly, and with a flick of her finger, the cloak on her shoulders fell off and hung on the chair, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.

"Please come in with me." McGonagall walked towards the restaurant, holding on to the restaurant door, and let Camilla in before letting go.

In the kitchen, Phyllis is seriously practicing fried rice.

Mag walked to the door of the kitchen, watched Phyllis who skillfully picked up the fried rice in the iron pot, turned it into a beautiful rainbow, and dropped it back into the iron pot, and nodded in satisfaction.

This girl's talent is really great. 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 kitchen door and couldn't help admiring.

After turning off the fire and putting the fried rice on a plate, Phyllis looked towards the kitchen door.

"Boss." Phyllis nodded slightly to Mag, and then her gaze stayed on Camilla's breast for a while, feeling a burst of frustration in her heart.

Why is any woman around Mr. McGonagall so big!

Sure enough, does he still like big breasts?

"Phyllis, it's very well done." 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 how to make Yangzhou fried rice and braised chicken and rice, she can go to Her Royal Highness to help her.

Mag used a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of fried rice and fed it to his mouth. It was ordinary rice with ordinary ingredients, but it exploded with an unbelievably wonderful taste in his mouth.

Chewing carefully, he felt the delicious taste of various ingredients colliding in his mouth, and showed a satisfied expression.

Phyllis did not use the ingredients provided by the system, and McGonagall made some changes to the original recipe, replacing the ingredients with ingredients that can be easily obtained in the Forest of Wind.

The situation in the forest of the wind has reached the level of war, and it is not easy for the frontline soldiers to be able to eat enough. Naturally, there are no requirements for ingredients.

However, with the ingredients changed, the fried rice made by Phyllis still lived up to the word delicious.

"Very good." Mag opened his eyes, looked at the nervous Phyllis and gave a thumbs up, and then said, "You don't need to continue practicing fried rice. I will teach you how to make braised chicken and rice later."

"Really...really?" Phyllis looked happy, but she still couldn't believe it when she looked at Mag.

"Of course." Mag nodded, then turned to look at Camilla who was hanging by the kitchen door and introduced, "This is Countess Bathory, you are leaving soon, so I plan to hire another employee in charge of food processing , it just so happened that she volunteered, but I still have to test her ability first."

"Hello." Phyllis nodded slightly to Camilla, but a strange look flashed in her eyes. The name Countess Bathory had been mentioned by the princess before, and 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 flatly, "Hello."

She doesn't have much affection for the elves. Back then, Irina made them embarrass the vampires, and even treated her repeatedly...

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

"Countess, please come in." McGonagall 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,

His throat rolled unconsciously, and he said a little defensively.

"I need to test your knife skills and talent." Mag put the cucumber on the cutting board, took the Chinese kitchen knife, cut it from the middle, half a cucumber was cut between the knife and the knife Slender 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 it?" Camilla smiled contemptuously, took the kitchen knife and cut off the half cucumber in front of her.

"oops!"

"Blood!!!"

Mag looked at the intact cucumber, and Camilla, who was pinching her white and slender fingers, with a face of grief and anger, her eyelids jumped a few times, and she felt as if she had found the wrong person. A man who can cut cucumbers well.

"This broken cucumber hurt me!" Camilla stared angrily at the half cucumber on the cutting board.

"It's just a small hole. If you don't pay attention, it will heal itself." Mag couldn't help but rolled his eyes, sighed and said, "Forget it, it seems that you are not qualified for the kitchen work. In other words, you can't become a new employee of the restaurant."

"This guy is trying to find an excuse to announce the photo stone! No, such a thing must not happen!" Camilla looked at Mag, with a trace of anxiety in her eyes, but her expression was still cold and arrogant, and she sneered, "It's just a Cucumber, I can cut your hair into strands."

She raised her right hand, and five sharp nails protruded from the fingertips, like five sharp knives. She brushed and scratched the cucumber a few times, and when she stopped, half of the cucumber on the chopping board had turned Became a pile of hair-like filaments.

Mag reached out and picked up a hair-thin cucumber shred. Even he couldn't help but want to say admiration for this knife.

"This is the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, right?" Mag put down the shredded cucumber. There was nothing to say about the knife skill, but when he thought that it was grabbed with claws, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. Anyway, it was done this way. Dish, he is incompetent to accept.

"Heh, my cut is thinner than yours, are you satisfied now?" Camilla took out a manicure knife to pick off her nails, and said quite proudly.

Mag shook his head and said, "Using claws does not meet the restaurant's hygienic standards. 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."

"Huh, such a simple thing, of course, can be done casually." Camilla clamped five small knives, and then chopped a cucumber into round segments of different sizes.

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