McGonagall didn't know why she was going to continue to work as a chef after the business ended, grilling beef kebabs, grilled fish, and grilled shrimp for two drinking women......

Although the barbecue was served with beer, it was really refreshing.

But as a persecuted person, he is also fascinated now.

Standing next to the barbecue, McGonagall took a bite of the roast beef, chewed it, and let the hot flavor bloom in her mouth, then took a sip of beer, experiencing the wonderful enjoyment of ice and fire, while observing the two women who were getting better after a few beers.

The wine was intimidating, and after a few glasses of wine, Camilla's aura gradually turned back, looked at Irina and said, "You...... You say, why do they all want to take advantage of me? Am I just something that can be exchanged for profit in their eyes? Am I ridiculous that even my father can betray me again and again? ”

Irina also began to be a little drunk, supporting the table with one hand, looking at Camila and nodding seriously: "It's ridiculous, it's pitiful." ”

Camila was stunned, then began to wipe her tears, "You say, why am I so pitiful......"

McGonagall listened to Camilla's description, and roughly understood the reason why she wanted to come to get drunk tonight, and it seemed that her return to the Alcatraz Islands this time was a big blow to her, and she had nowhere to talk about it, so she came to drink in the middle of the night.

"It doesn't matter, for you vampires, this little difficulty and frustration is nothing, at least you haven't experienced being grazed by onlookers." Irina comforted, "Why don't you try eating grass too?" You might as well become a Vampire Progenitor. ”

"You mean, Uncle Dracula became a vampire progenitor because he ate grass?" Camila was a little skeptical.

"If you don't try, how do you know it won't work?" Irina smiled.

Camilla thought for a moment, nodded, and then turned to McGonagall in the kitchen and shouted, "Boss, bring me a plate of grass!" ”

For drunk women, try to meet all their unreasonable demands, so that you can save yourself some effort, this is McGonagall's experience accumulated over the years, so he directly took a plate of lettuce and put it in front of Camilla, and then retreated to the kitchen, continuing to watch the drinking between women.

Camila looked at the plate of tender green lettuce leaves in front of her, her eyes narrowed slightly, as a noble vampire nobleman, vegetarianism was a shameful thing for vampires, and she naturally had never done it.

"Eat it, eat it, and you might be the next vampire progenitor." Irina said demagogically beside her.

Camilla's throat moved, and if she became a vampire progenitor, no one would be able to force her to do anything anymore.

Her strength, and her high position in the clan, even when her father saw her, he had to bow respectfully.

What an enticing vision.

Cammy stretched her hand and grabbed a lettuce leaf and slowly passed it to her mouth.

McGonagall silently took out the Shadow Stone, the second vampire who took the initiative to eat grass may still be the future vampire ancestor, what a memorable scene.

"Click."

The tender lettuce leaves were bitten and developed a crisp sound, and the strange taste made Camila a little uncomfortable, but it was not as disgusting as expected, and the taste was quite refreshing.

After making sure that the taste was acceptable, Camila began to chew, although the taste was a little strange, but the taste of this leaf was quite refreshing and sweet, unexpectedly not unpalatable, but very greasy, so that the mouth of the newly eaten roast beef became refreshing.

"How?" Irina asked.

"I didn't expect it, it's delicious." Camila nodded, and threw the remaining half of the leaf into her mouth and chewed it.

"That's what Dracula said when he first ate grass." Irina said with a smile.

McGonagall's expression was a little strange, and it is conceivable that Dracula was probably half-deceived and half-coaxed to eat the first grass back then, and then embarked on a path of no return to eating grass.

Then N years later, Camila embarked on this path.

"Yes, Uncle Dracula's tastes are quite close to mine." Camila nodded, then her eyes fell on the roast beef skewer in front of her, she used chopsticks to get a piece of beef from a bamboo skewer, wrapped it in lettuce leaves, and then fed it to her mouth together, chewed it, her eyes lit up, the fat of the roast beef was absorbed by the lettuce leaves, and its own deliciousness was not affected, it looked particularly refreshing and delicious.

"I didn't expect the grass to be so delicious, and it's even more delicious when wrapped in meat." Camila said with some surprise.

"Really?"

Camila handed a lettuce leaf to Irina, "You can try it too." ”

Irina wrapped in a piece of beef, and then fed to the mouth, the combination of meat and vegetarian did make the roast beef a lot more refreshing, and after eating a lot of beef skewers, it was a very good way to eat it with such a refreshing taste, nodding and admitting: "It is indeed a very good way to eat, you are really talented in eating grass, and the future is promising." ”

"Isn't it just a lettuce leaf, fuss." McGonagall glanced at the remaining lettuce leaves on the side, and also picked up a sheet wrapped in two roast beef cubes and fed them to her mouth, but she ate a Korean barbecue feeling.

After eating a whole plate of grass and two glasses of beer, the two of them fell drunk on the table, although they were already in a drunken dream, but there was still a match, and there was no match to have a conversation.

"With this amount of alcohol, don't say anything about not getting drunk, isn't this sending yourself to another bed." McGonagall put down her glass and walked out of the kitchen, looking at the two drunk women, muttering to herself helplessly.

Carry Irina back to the room and put her on the bed, and then McGonagall went downstairs to look at Camilla who was still lying on the table, it was not okay to throw her out so late, and I don't know what will happen when someone picks her up, but if you stay......

McGonagall carried her upstairs, made a bunk on the floor of the master bedroom, and lowered her directly to the floor.

The logic of survival is simple, no matter which room Camilla puts in, he is likely to do something bad to him while he is drunk.

But in Irina's room, that's fine.

Believing Irina wouldn't believe he had the guts to do anything right under her nose.

McGonagall just put Camilla down and was about to go downstairs to clean up, but her arm was grabbed at once, and at the same time Camilla's muttering sounded: "I don't want to marry Nock's waste, marry him, it's better to marry that lewd boss, even if he can't do it, but at least the food is delicious." ”

McGonagall: "??? ”

Why can't he?

Looking at Camilla, who was sleeping in a daze, McGonagall withdrew her hand and went downstairs a little inexplicably.

This is really a great humiliation for him, if it weren't for being stared at by Heavenly Dao, he would have to prove whether he could do it or not today.

"Hehe, you don't dare." System online taunts.