Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

"In fact, you want to apply for the boss's wife?" Elena looks at Hannah with a smile.

MEG looks at Elena. He feels a knife hidden in the smile.

"I..." Hannah choked. Although her idea was really like this, she didn't expect to be seen. She took a look at MEG and said softly, "I just want to find a job I like."

"Well, Miss Hannah, we have learned about your situation. We will consider whether to admit you or not. The specific notice will be posted at noon tomorrow. You can pay attention to it." McGonagall said with a smile that in order to ensure the personal safety of the enchanted miss, she thought that she should finish the interview as soon as possible.

"All right." Hannah got up and left. Under the ELF's eyes, she felt as if she had been seen through. It was too bad.

Hannah came out of the restaurant, shivering in the cold wind.

"Sister, your clothes." Anna handed Hannah the clothes she was holding.

"Thank you." Hannah took the clothes and put them on, with a confident smile on her face again. She twisted her graceful waist and left, as if she had been successfully accepted.

"Next..." Anna took out the list and called for the next interviewer.

"Hey, uncle, you didn't wipe the powder evenly, you didn't shave your beard clean, and a corner of the steamed bread appeared. It's a bit too much to wear women's clothes to cheat people, isn't it?" MEG looked at her legs, and her face was covered with thick white powder, stained with two exaggerated false eyelashes, and make complaints about the throat dress with a hoarse falsetto.

He took a look at Cheryl standing on one side. This is the model of a big man in women's clothes. Is it good enough to confuse the real with the fake.

"Are your eyelashes made of donkey hair?" Irina asked curiously.

"You... You bully people, wuwuwu..." the uncle ran away with his face covered.

"Next." McGonagall said calmly.

"Are you sure your information is correct?" MEG took a look at the 165 and 85 in the information, and then looked at the fat girl in front of her, who was like a small meat bag, and asked with some uncertainty.

"Maybe the weight of a 1 and grid overlap, you did not look carefully..." the girl said weakly.

McGonagall took a closer look. Sure enough, he could see a vertical handwriting on the weight grid. The deliberate composition was obvious. He couldn't help laughing and said, "you're really a smart kid."

"Although I don't look so slim, I'm only 18 years old, just like a flower, blooming with youth and beauty. Do you think I'm a flower?" The fat girl holds her chin with her two fat hands and shakes her head from side to side.

"Is there much meat?" Irina asked.

That girl's expression suddenly a stiff, although much meat also quite lovely, but... Still good square!

The restaurant was also quiet all of a sudden, and all the women turned away and tried to smile.

The comments of the boss and Princess Elena are so sharp that they can't get in at all.

"This girl, the intensity of work in the McMillan restaurant is very high. It may not be suitable for you now." McGonagall said with a smile.

Fat is not a big problem, but she deliberately confused the information, which made McGonagall a little unhappy. Moreover, from the fact that she was a little out of breath in the first few steps, her physical fitness obviously couldn't keep up with the work intensity of the restaurant, so she had been removed from the list by him.

"Next, Windsor..." McGonagall looked at the familiar name, slightly stunned. Isn't it Princess Vanessa's pseudonym? Why did she sign up?

This list was selected by Anna according to the requirements given by him. He was too busy yesterday and didn't notice that Princess Vanessa also signed up.

Now the princess MAEMI restaurant is already full of trouble, but most of these princesses are the princess in distress. They are taken in by him. But the royal highness of the Los Angels is not quite the same. The princess is deeply favored by the king. If he knows Wen Nisha is a waitress in the mam Restaurant, he will estimate the details of the restaurant immediately.

McGonagall was still thinking that the door of the dining room had been pushed open. Vanessa came in. The door closed slowly, and Lola's anxious face was shut out.

"Hello, I'm Windsor." Vanessa gracefully raised the skirt and saluted slightly. Her hand holding the skirt seemed pale because of too much force. She had only read about the interview before, and never thought that she would face it one day. In her heart, it was like countless fawns scurrying, nervous.

As soon as she looked up, her eyes fell on Elena. She was stunned and blinked. After she was sure that she was right, she covered her mouth and called out, "sister Elena!"

"Isn't this little Sasha? What are you doing here? " Irene looked at Vanessa, also a little surprised, before this little girl every time she went to Luo would come to play with her, is watching her grow up a little bit, did not expect to meet in the city of chaos.

"I..." Vanessa hesitated. She didn't want to expose her identity and didn't know how to lie. She was really not good at lying.

"It doesn't matter. It's not a shame to be expelled because of ugliness." Irina seemed to see what Vanessa thought and waved her hand at will.

"Mmm..." Vanessa nodded her head in tears and laughter. Only Elena's sister could think of this reason. However, looking at Elena sitting next to Meg, she couldn't help but wonder, "sister Elena, why are you here?"

"I'll come to dinner and have a little fun." Elena's at home.

"So it is." Vanessa nodded suddenly, without any doubt.

"So you believe?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows. He was still thinking about how to explain Elena's problem here.

"Miss wensa, are you here to apply for a job as a waiter?" McGonagall picked up the information and glanced at it. Vanessa's conditions really met McGonagall's previous requirements, so there was nothing to say about being selected by Anna, but she dares to enter, and he dares not to keep her.

"Yes, Mr. McGregor, I like the mcmregor restaurant. I also want to be a member of the mcmregor restaurant. I think it will be a very interesting thing and experience." Vanessa nodded seriously, her eyes shining. Today, she came to the interview without telling uncle Abraham.

"This..." McGonagall pondered, looking at Vanessa's bright eyes. For a moment, he didn't know what reason to refuse the princess who was full of enthusiasm for work.

"You take this stack of plates and walk around the restaurant ten times." Irina points to a stack of plates on a nearby table.

The number of these plates is about 15, and there are all kinds of bowls and plates, which is more in line with the number of plates collected by a table during the restaurant's business.

"All right." Vanessa came forward in high spirits and reached for the plate.

"How heavy!" Although the dinner plate was picked up, the heavy feeling made Vanessa feel that her arm was about to be torn off. She walked forward reluctantly. Every step was extremely difficult. Just after more than ten steps, an unstable and stacked plate fell to the ground.