Meg did not know why he had to continue being the chef after the opening hours to roast beef kebabs, grilled fish, and grilled prawns for the two women who were drinking …
Although the combination of barbecue and beer was really cool.
But as a persecuted person, he was also very confused now.
Standing beside the barbecue grill, Meg took a bite of the grilled beef and chewed it, letting the hot taste bloom in his mouth. Then, he took a sip of beer, experiencing the wonderful enjoyment of the ice and fire while observing the two women who were gradually getting better after drinking a few glasses of beer.
Alcohol boosts courage. After a few glasses of beer, Camilla's aura gradually returned to her. She looked at Irina, and said, "You … You say, why do they all want to use me? Am I just something that can be used in exchange for benefits in their eyes? Even my father can betray me time and time again. Am I too ridiculous? "
Irina also began to get a little drunk. She supported herself with one hand on the table and nodded seriously at Camilla, "It's not just ridiculous, it's simply pitiful."
Camilla was stunned, and then began to wipe her tears, "You say, why am I so pitiful …"
Listening to Camilla's description, Meg roughly understood why she wanted to get drunk tonight. It seemed that returning to the Demon Islands this time had a big impact on her, and she had no one to talk to, so she came to drink in the middle of the night.
"It's okay. For you vampires, these difficulties and setbacks are nothing. At least you haven't experienced being watched eating grass." Irina comforted, "Why don't you try eating grass too? Maybe you can become the ancestor of vampires. "
"You mean, Uncle Dracula became the ancestor of vampires because he ate grass?" Camilla was a little doubtful.
"If you don't try, how do you know it won't work?" Irina smiled.
Camilla thought for a while and nodded. Then, she turned her head and shouted at Meg in the kitchen, "Boss, give me a plate of grass!"
When dealing with drunk women, he had to try his best to satisfy all their unreasonable requests. This was the experience that Meg had accumulated over the years. Therefore, he directly placed a plate of lettuce in front of Camilla, and then returned to the kitchen to continue watching the drinking game between the women.
Camilla looked at the fresh green lettuce in front of her and narrowed her eyes. As a noble vampire, being a vegetarian was a shameful thing for vampires. Naturally, she had never done it before.
"Eat it. If you eat it, you might become the next ancestor of vampires," Irina said, trying to tempt him.
Camilla's throat moved. If she became the ancestor of vampires, no one would be able to force her to do anything.
With her powerful strength and high status in the clan, even her father would have to bow respectfully when he saw her.
What a tempting vision.
Camilla grabbed a piece of lettuce and slowly brought it to her mouth.
Meg silently took out the Photostone. This was the second vampire to actively eat grass, and it might even be the ancestor of the vampires in the future. What a memorable scene.
"Crunch."
The tender lettuce made a crisp sound when she bit into it. The strange texture made Camilla slightly uncomfortable, but it was not as disgusting as she had expected. Instead, the texture was quite refreshing.
After confirming that she could accept the taste, Camilla began to chew. Although the texture was a little strange, the taste of the leaf was quite refreshing and sweet. Surprisingly, it was not bad. Instead, it was very greasy, and it refreshed her mouth after eating roast beef.
"How is it?" Irina asked.
"I didn't expect it to be quite delicious." Camilla nodded and threw the remaining half of the leaf into her mouth to chew.
"When Dracula ate grass for the first time, he said the same thing," Irina said with a smile.
Meg's expression was a little strange. He could imagine that Dracula was half tricked and half coaxed to eat his first grass. Then, he embarked on the path of no return of eating grass.
Then, after N years, Camilla walked on this path again.
"Is that so? Uncle Dracula's taste is indeed quite similar to mine." Camilla nodded, and then her gaze fell on the roast beef kebab in front of her. She used her chopsticks to take a piece of beef from the bamboo skewer, wrapped it in the lettuce leaf, and put it into her mouth. After chewing, her eyes lit up. The oil of the roast beef was absorbed by the lettuce leaf, and the taste of the meat itself was not affected. It was exceptionally refreshing and delicious.
"I didn't expect grass to be so delicious. It's even more delicious when wrapped in meat," Camilla said with some surprise.
"Really?"
Camilla handed a piece of lettuce leaf to Irina. "Try it too."
Irina wrapped a piece of beef and put it into her mouth. The combination of meat and vegetables did make the roast beef much more refreshing. After eating a lot of roast beef kebabs, changing to such a refreshing taste was a very good way to eat. She nodded and admitted, "It is indeed a very good way to eat. You are really talented at eating grass. Your future is promising."
"Isn't it just a piece of lettuce leaf? Don't make a fuss." Meg glanced at the leftover lettuce leaf at the side, and also picked up a piece of lettuce to wrap two pieces of roast beef. He put it into his mouth together, and it tasted like Korean roast meat.
After finishing the entire plate of grass and two glasses of beer, the two of them both passed out on the table drunk. Although they were already drunk, they still carried on a conversation.
"With such a low alcohol tolerance, don't say anything about not resting until you're drunk. Aren't you sending yourself to another bed?" Meg put down the glass and walked out of the kitchen. He looked at the two drunk women, and said to himself helplessly.
After carrying Irina back to the room and putting her on the bed, Meg went downstairs and looked at Camilla, who was still lying on the table. It was too late to throw her out. He didn't know what would happen if she was picked up by someone, but if she stayed …
Meg carried her upstairs, made a mattress on the floor of the master bedroom, and put her directly on the floor.
The survival logic was simple. No matter which room he put Camilla in, he could do something inappropriate to her while she was drunk.
But if he put her in Irina's room, then there wouldn't be a problem.
He believed that Irina wouldn't believe that he had the guts to do anything under her nose.
Meg had just put Camilla down and was about to go downstairs to tidy up when his arm was suddenly grabbed. At the same time, Camilla mumbled, "I don't want to marry that trash Nox. I'd rather marry that wretched boss than marry him. Even if he can't do it, at least the dishes he cooks are delicious."
Meg, "???"
Why can't he do it?
Mag retracted his hand as he looked at Camilla, who was sleeping soundly, and went downstairs, feeling a little baffled.
This was a great humiliation to him. If he wasn't being watched by the Heavenly Axiom, he would have proven whether he could do it or not.
"Hehe, you don't have the guts." The System mocked online.
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