"Take … take off my clothes?" Camilla's eyes widened as she stared at Meg in disbelief.
This guy actually wants me to take off my clothes in broad daylight?
Isn't this request … a little too exciting?
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm talking about your cloak. I need to test if you can do the job, so I need to go into the kitchen. It's not very convenient for you to wear this cloak." Meg gestured at Camilla's cloak.
"Hmph." Camilla snorted coldly. She flicked her finger, and the cloak on her shoulder slid down and hung on the chair. There was an inexplicable sense of disappointment in her heart.
"Please come in with me." Meg walked toward the dining room and held the door for Camilla to enter before letting go.
In the kitchen, Phyllis was seriously practicing her fried rice.
Meg walked to the kitchen door and watched Phyllis skillfully lift the fried rice in the iron wok. It turned into a beautiful rainbow before falling back into the iron wok again. He nodded with satisfaction.
This girl's talent was really too good. If it wasn't for the fact that Irina really needed such a talent, he definitely wouldn't have let her go.
"I didn't expect an elf to be able to cook so well." Camilla also came to the kitchen door and couldn't help but exclaim.
Phyllis turned off the fire and put the fried rice on a plate before looking at the kitchen door.
"Boss." Phyllis nodded slightly at Meg, and then her gaze lingered on Camilla's soft breasts for a moment. She suddenly felt defeated.
Why are all the women around Mr. Meg so big?!
As expected, he still likes women with big breasts?
"Phyllis, very good." Meg walked into the kitchen and smiled. "Can I try it?"
"Of course." Phyllis hurriedly nodded and handed a clean spoon to Meg. Her eyes were full of anticipation.
Mr. Meg said that as long as she learned how to cook Yangzhou fried rice and braised chicken and rice, she could go to Her Highness' side and help her.
Meg scooped up a spoonful of fried rice and put it into his mouth. It was just ordinary rice with ordinary ingredients, but in his mouth, it exploded into an inconceivably wonderful taste.
Chewing carefully, he felt the wonderful taste of the various ingredients colliding in his mouth, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
Phyllis didn't use the ingredients provided by the system, and Meg had also made some changes to the original recipe, replacing the ingredients with ingredients that could be easily obtained in The Wind Forest.
The situation in The Wind Forest had already reached the level of war. It was already difficult for the frontline soldiers to fill their stomachs. Naturally, there was no requirement for ingredients.
But even with the change of ingredients, the fried rice made by Phyllis was still as delicious as ever.
"Very good." Meg opened his eyes and gave Phyllis a thumbs up. "You don't have to practice cooking fried rice anymore. I'll teach you how to make braised chicken and rice later."
"Re … really?" Phyllis's face lit up, but she still found it hard to believe Meg.
"Of course." Meg nodded, and then turned to Camilla, who was standing at the kitchen door, and introduced, "This is Countess Bartoli. You're about to leave, so I'm planning to hire another worker in charge of preparing ingredients. She just volunteered, but I still need to test her ability first."
"Hello." Phyllis nodded slightly at Camilla, but a strange look flashed in her eyes. She had heard the princess mention Countess Bartoli before. She should be a vampire, and she seemed to have been molested by the princess in the past.
Camilla withdrew her murderous gaze from Meg, and looked at Phyllis, and said calmly, "Hello."
She didn't have a good impression of the elves. Irina had embarrassed the vampires many times before, and she had also repeatedly …
Those unbearable memories made her dislike the elves, but she still maintained a certain level of vigilance.
"Countess Bartoli, please come in," Meg said to Camilla, and pulled out a thick, long, and round cucumber from the side.
"What … What are you doing?!" Camilla looked at the yellow light in Meg's hand, and her throat moved unconsciously as she asked cautiously.
"I need to test your knife skills and talent." Meg put the cucumber on the chopping board, took the Chinese kitchen knife, and cut it in half from the middle. In the blink of an eye, half of the cucumber had already been cut into long, thin strips the size of toothpicks, and arranged neatly on the chopping board.
"Your turn." Meg turned his wrist, and handed the kitchen knife in his hand to Camilla.
"What's so difficult about this?" Camilla smiled contemptuously, and took the kitchen knife to cut the cucumber in front of her.
"Aiya!"
"Blood!!!"
Meg looked at the intact cucumber, and then at Camilla, who was pinching her fair and slender fingers, and his eyelids twitched wildly. He felt like he had found the wrong person. This countess didn't look like someone who could cut cucumbers well at all.
"This stupid cucumber hurt me!" Camilla stared at the cucumber on the chopping board with some annoyance.
"It's just a small cut. If you didn't pay attention, it would have healed by itself." Meg couldn't help but roll his eyes, and sighed. "Forget it, it seems like you're not qualified to work in the kitchen. I take back what I said before. You can't be a new employee of the restaurant."
"This guy, he's looking for an excuse to announce the Photostone! No, this can't happen! " Camilla looked at Meg with a trace of anxiety in her eyes, but her expression was still cold and arrogant. She sneered. "It's just a cucumber, I can cut it into strands of hair for you."
She raised her right hand, and five sharp nails extended from her fingertips, like five sharp knives. She scratched the cucumber a few times, and when she retracted her hand, the cucumber on the chopping board had already turned into a pile of hair-like strands.
Meg reached out and pinched a hair-like cucumber strand. Even he couldn't help but admire her knife skills.
"This is the Nine Yin Skeletal Claw, right?" Meg put down the cucumber strand. There was nothing to say about her knife skills, but when he thought about how it was scratched with claws, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. Anyway, he couldn't accept a dish made this way.
"Heh, I cut it even finer than you. Are you satisfied now?" Camilla said proudly as she took out a manicure knife to clean her nails.
Meg shook his head and said, "Using claws doesn't meet the hygiene standards of the restaurant. If you can turn your claws into knives of similar size, and at the same time maintain the same level of knife skills, then you'll be hired."
"Hmph, such a simple thing, of course I can do it easily." Camilla picked up five small knives, and then cut a cucumber into round segments of different sizes.
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