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

"Really?" Sally looks happy, but in response to her, there is a bell ringing as the door of the dining room closes.

Looking at the closed door of the restaurant, Sally opens her mouth. She feels a little ridiculous. With her identity and appearance, she has never been ignored by a man.

However, it seems quite natural to think of the delicious food made by McGonagall and the calm expression when he refused the request of the two Great Magicians for another order of bean curd. If genius is the same as ordinary people, it's not genius.

McGonagall didn't think much about it. No matter what Sally's status is, since she is here to apply for a job, she will be treated equally.

"Boss, can I help you?" Abemia, who was in the last step of drying the floor, looked at MEG coming in with her bicycle and quickly put the dry mop aside.

"No, you go on. There's someone out there to apply for." McGonagall shook his head with a smile. When he recovered, it was a piece of cake to pick up a carbon fiber bicycle.

"Apply for a job?" Abelmia was a little surprised. She didn't expect that someone would come so soon. She didn't know who she would work with in the future?

She looked at the wooden door and took a deep breath. She reached for the handle and pushed it in. The bell on the door rang softly.

Abelmia looked back at the door. Although it was a bit against the light, she could see Sally standing at the door clearly. Her mouth could not help opening slightly.

Wearing a light silver dress, Sally seems to be covered with a layer of hazy and dazzling light. Her crystal sharp ears seem to be transparent under the light. Her beautiful appearance and pale blue eyes are so elegant and noble, just like a goddess from heaven.

This kind of temperament, which seemed to be born with, made abelmia feel a little ashamed and envious.

Sally also looks at yabeimia. Her facial features are delicate and lovely. There is a pair of cute little dragon horns on her head. Her golden and black eyes look strange.

But her eyes could not help but stop at her chest. Looking at the perfectly propped up maid's dress, she suddenly envied her. She did not know whether she envied her plumpness or whether she could work in the Maimi restaurant and eat delicious food after wearing the uniform.

Or maybe... Both?

They just stood up and admired each other.

"Guest... Guest, we're closed, you..." abelmia came back first and hid her mop behind her. She was a little embarrassed.

"Drink some water first. The work of the restaurant will be very busy at meal time. I need to tell you something first." McGonagall came out with two glasses of water, handed one to abelmia, and the remaining one lay gently on a table beside her, looking at Sally nodding.

"Well." Sally's expression soon calmed down. She went to the table and sat down. She took a look at the transparent crystal glass on the table. Instead of rushing to drink water, she sat quietly waiting for MEG to speak, but her hands were twisted under the table.

"She... She..." the glass in abemia's hand shakes slightly, and she looks at Sally strangely.

"Yes, she's here today." McGonagall smiles and nods. He's just a little scared when he hears Sally's words.

"Hello." Abelmia also found her gaffe and quickly nodded to Sally, shaking her glass and sprinkling some water on the ground.

"Hello." Sally nodded back.

"Mia, drink some water first, and then finish." MEG didn't know why abelmia was so nervous, and said gently.

"Good boss." Abemia nodded, took a couple of drinks, and then continued to mop the floor with a dry mop.

"Well, the restaurant is getting busier and busier now. MIA can't do it alone, so I'm going to hire another waiter to share some of her work." McGonagall opened his chair and sat down opposite Sally. Looking into her eyes, he continued: "the work of the waiter includes: receiving guests, ordering, serving, tidying up the table, collecting money, and cleaning up the restaurant after the guests leave. How many jobs do you think you can do? I want a competent employee, not a nice vase. "

Sally listened to Meg's words, and her face became more and more surprised. She couldn't help pointing to abelmia and asked, "before that, did she do all these things by herself?"

"Yes." McGonagall nodded. After that, he felt a bit like a capitalist who squeezed employees. He added, "MIA is a good employee."

"Indeed." Sally nodded with approval. She had to order and serve so many guests, and she had to clear the table in the process. There was no mistake in the order and dishes of each guest. This was a great talent, at least she felt that she could not do it.

The face of abemia, who was dragging on the ground, showed a smile, and her hand moved faster.

MEG quietly looks at Sally, waiting for her to identify herself.

"She's better than anyone in ordering and serving." Sally looked at abelmia with admiration, then looked at MEG and said sincerely, "I think I can try to collect money and clean the table, and I can contract all the cleaning work in the restaurant."

"How is your arithmetic?" McGonagall asked curiously.

"I can remember all the multiplication tables." Sally replied confidently.

"Well, test the next one." MEG got up and went to the kitchen. Soon he went out with a large stack of dishes and bowls. There were one or four bowls and plates on each table, and some of them were also packed with rougamo bags.

"Count the first table on the left side of the door, in the order of vertical, in the order of positive, from 1 to 16, later I will randomly take a few tables as a test, you need to quickly complete the checkout according to the dishes on the table, and clean the table at the same time, can you do it?" McGonagall put the last plate in his hand on the table and looked at Sally who had also stood up.

"I'll try my best." Sally nodded, trying to calm her face, but her eyes were still tense.

Abemia holds a mop and stands by the door. She looks at this familiar scene and looks at MEG unexpectedly. At the beginning, she passed a similar test before she became a waiter in the restaurant. Originally, she thought that Meg would admit Sally directly because of her appearance and temperament. Unexpectedly, the test still depends on her ability.

"Table 3, 8, 15, 6, 11, check out and clear the table in order. You have five minutes." McGonagall put the tray gently on the table beside him, looked at Sally, and looked at her watch.