< img height="1" width="1" style="display:none" src="https://www.facebook.com/tr?id=1226610387951520&ev=PageView&noscript=1" />


1104 Is This Nine Yin Skeleton Claw?

This fellow actually wanted her to take her clothes off in broad daylight?

Wasn’t this request a little too… exhilarating?

“Oh, apologies, what I meant was your cape. I need to test if you are able to take up the role, so I need you to enter the kitchen. It wouldn’t be too convenient with your cape on.” Mag pointed at Camilla’s cape.

“Hmph.” Camilla snorted coldly. She moved her finger, and the cape resting on her shoulder slid down and hung nicely on a chair. However, she felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment.

“Come on in.” Mag walked towards the restaurant and held the door for Camilla.

In the kitchen, Firis was practicing making fried rice seriously.

Mag walked to the entrance of the kitchen, watched Firis who was tossing the fried rice in the wok skillfully, and nodded with satisfaction.

This lady was really very talented. If it was not because Irina needed someone hardworking like her at her side, he would definitely not let her go.

“I didn’t think an elf can make cooking look so good.” Camilla could not help but sigh when she arrived at the kitchen door as well.

Firis only saw them at the kitchen door when she had plated the fried rice.

“Boss.” Firis nodded slightly at Mag. Her gaze stopped at Camilla’s chest for a while, and she felt a sudden sense of defeat.

Why is it that any random woman around Mr. Mag has such assets?

That must be it, he must like big breasts.

“Firis, well done.” Mag walked into the kitchen with a smile, and said, “Can I try it?”

“Of course.” Firis quickly nodded. She passed Mag a clean spoon as she watched expectantly.

Mr. Mag said that once she mastered the Yangzhou fried rice and braised chicken and rice, she would be able to return to the princess’s side to help her.

Mag scooped a spoonful of fried rice and put it into his mouth. It was just normal rice cooked with normal ingredients, but an indescribable tastiness exploded in his mouth.

After chewing carefully, he felt the harmonious blend of the various ingredients in his mouth, and he showed a satisfied expression.

Firis did not have the ingredients provided by the system, and even made some adjustments to Mag’s original recipe, changing the ingredients to those that could be easily obtained in the Wind Forest.

The situation at the Wind Forest was already like they were at war. It was already difficult for the warriors at the frontline to have a full meal, much less have any expectations for the ingredients.

However, even with the change of ingredients, the fried rice that Firis made was still delicious.

“Very good.” Mag opened his eyes. He looked at the nervous Firis and gave her a thumbs up. After that, he said, “You don’t have to carry on practicing the fried rice. I’ll teach you how to make the braised chicken and rice later.”

“Re-really?” Firis was elated, but she was still in a little disbelief.

“Of course.” Mag nodded. He turned around and introduced Camilla, who was left at the kitchen door. “This is the Countess of Bartoli. Since you’re about to leave, I’ve decided to hire an employee who would be in charge of preparing the ingredients, and she happened to volunteer herself. However, I still have to assess her abilities first.”

“Hello.” Firis nodded slightly at Camilla. She was a little shocked. She had heard the princess mention this Countess of Bartoli before. She should be a vampire, and it seemed that she was also teased by the princess in the past.

Camilla retracted her murderous look directed at Mag as she looked at Firis, and calmly said, “Hello.”

She did not really like elves. Back in the day, Irina had humiliated the vampires time and again, even…

Those were bad memories for her, so she could not bring herself to like elves, and would constantly be cautious of them.

“Madam Countess, come on in,” Mag told Camilla as he pulled out a round and thick cucumber from the side.

Camilla looked at the cucumber in Mag’s hand, and could not help but swallow as she warily said, “W-what do you want?!”

“I need to assess your cutting skills and your talent.” Mag put the cucumber on a chopping board and took a Chinese cleaver. He cut the cucumber in half, and then started slicing. Soon, the cucumber was sliced into long strips as thin as toothpicks and placed neatly on the chopping board.

“It’s your turn.” Mag turned his wrist and passed the cleaver to Camilla.

“What’s so difficult about that.” Camilla smirked. She took the cleaver and started cutting the other half of the cucumber.

“Ouch!”

“Blood!!!”

Mag looked at the intact cucumber and then at Camilla, who was pinching her long, clean finger, and his eyelid twitched. It seemed like he had gotten the wrong person. This countess did not seem like someone who could cut a cucumber up properly.

“This stupid cucumber hurt me!” Camilla glared at the cucumber on the chopping board furiously.

“It’s just a small cut. It will heal without you even realizing.” Mag controlled his urge to roll his eyes, and said with a sigh, “Forget it, it seems like you’re not able to take on the role to work in the kitchen. I take back my words. You can’t be the restaurant’s new employee.”

This fellow is looking for an excuse to keep that photostone! No way am I going to let that happen! The countess looked at Mag a little worriedly, but still kept her arrogant expression as she coldly said, “It’s just a cucumber. I can cut it as thin as hair.”

She lifted her right hand, and five sharp nails emerged from her fingers, looking like five sharp knives. She started scratching frantically at the cucumber, and once she stopped, the half-cucumber on the chopping board was reduced to a pile of thin hair-like shreds.

Mag picked up a strand of cucumber. Even he could not help but be in awe at such skills.

Is this the Nine Yin Skeleton Claw? Mag put the strand of cucumber down. He had nothing to say about her cutting skills, but the thought that it was scratched out with her claws made him feel weird. In any case, he could not accept a dish that was made this way.

Camilla pulled out a nail filer, and started filing her nails as she proudly said, “Heh, I cut it thinner than you. Are you satisfied now?”

Mag shook his head. “It does not meet the restaurant’s hygiene requirements if you use your claws. If you can turn your claws into knives of equal size, and then maintain the same level of cutting skills, you will be recruited.”

“Hmph, that’s a piece of cake. I can do that easily.” Camilla put four small knives between her fingers, and then cut a cucumber up into round slices of varying thicknesses.
Previous chapter
Next chapter