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

Xiaoguai's talent of terror revealed unintentionally surprised everyone.

McGonagall knew that he was the reincarnation of Poseidon after all. His natural power was not unreasonable, but he could not control the energy in his body at this time.

However, this matter is very important. Although he has great trust in Krasu and Julian, he still doesn't want to expose the identity of Xiaoguai too soon.

"It turns out that Xiaoguai is good at water magic, so it's best to follow Jina to learn magic." Meg said with a smile.

"Well, let's follow my mother to learn magic." Gina also said quickly.

"Mmm, I love magic." The little boy nodded his head and put the matter of school behind him.

MEG asked Elena to help repair the cracks on the ceiling with magic. The restaurant suffered from the previous snap of little darling's finger, but it didn't disturb the guests queuing outside. The restaurant is open normally.

At the end of business in the morning, MEG took a set of kitchen utensils, rode a bicycle and took abemia to the hope school.

Barbara and Cheryl's class is scheduled for Tuesday, so they don't have to go to class today.

"Boss Mai, are you coming to class?" When MEG arrived at the gate of the school, he just met Vivian who came down from the carriage.

"Yes, Miss Vivian." McGonagall nodded with a smile. "Here, please call me Mr. McGonagall."

Vivian looked at McGonagall in a cook's suit and nodded with a smile: "good teacher McGonagall."

Then her eyes fell on the side of abelmia, eyes a bright, "mia, this dress really suits you."

"Thank you." There was a little joy on abelmia's face.

She was dressed in a black dress, capable and decent, but a little sexy, just like a little secretary.

"MIA is my TA." McGonagall said.

"You are the only one in our school who has a teaching assistant." Vivian winked at MEG.

McGonagall was slightly stunned and asked, "don't those old professors?"

"No Vivian shook her head. "There's no chaos school."

"This..." McGonagall pondered, feeling that the campus was a little different from what he had imagined.

No one. He does. That's a little too conspicuous.

"It doesn't matter. I've already reported it to the headmaster. She allowed it." Macquarie, of course.

He didn't want to show off. He just felt that as a new teacher, he had to take 100 students at a time. He was worried that he couldn't control the situation, so he asked MIA to help him.

And many chores can also be handled by her.

Vivian looked at McGonagall enviously and said, "Luna is really used to you. I also want her to apply. Can I find an assistant to help me with my homework?"

"In a hurry, we went first." McGonagall looked at the watch, handed the teacher's doorman to check, and then took MIA to the inside.

"I heard that more than 400 students have signed up for your class, the most popular major this year." Vivian quickly followed, some exclaimed.

"It shows that children's eyes are bright." MEG smiles.

"Why don't you give me a break? I'm in charge of 40 or 50 children. These 100 bear children crowd into the kitchen." Vivian looked at MEG with pity. "Good luck."

McGonagall steps, looking at the back of Vivian walking towards the teaching building, inexplicably feel some pressure.

More than 100 children, a big kitchen

McGonagall thought about the scene, and his expression became unnatural.

It's a blunder. It's a blunder. You shouldn't be full of money as soon as you come up

"Boss, I think you should bring sister Gina. She's good at dealing with this kind of situation." Mia said with a smile.

MEG Muran, Gina is really the killer of bear children, but she's going to take care of the children at home.

"It doesn't matter. We can take care of it. It's just a group of children." MEG cheers MIA up with a smile and goes to the chef training center building.

From a distance, MEG saw hundreds of children standing in line in front of the building, as well as several teachers and kitchen aunts helping to measure their height.

In front of the height measurement project, there is a row of pots with half a pot of water in them. The children come forward in turn and try their best to pick up the pot.

"Kozmo, I'm not tall enough. Keep working hard next time."

"Garfield, I don't have enough strength. I have to eat many times and exercise more."

"Isaac, height and strength are qualified! Pass

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With the sound of a report, some of the eliminated children went to one side in frustration, and were brought back to the teachers by the teachers, while the admitted children were led to the open space in front of the building with excited faces.

McGonagall glanced, and only about 30 children passed.

At this time, less than 100 children are still measuring their height.

"Is the threshold I set too high?" MEG frowned, and the situation seemed different from what she had imagined.

"They are so thin and small that they look much smaller than their peers." Abelmia looked at the children pitifully. She had spent similar years in those years. She had nothing to eat and was always hungry.

"Miss McGonagall." In the crowd, a teacher came quickly, "here you are."

"Miss Sheila." MEG nodded with a smile, looked at the children and said, "is this screening?"

"Yes, the headmaster said you are busy. Let's help to screen the children according to your requirements first." Sheila nodded, looked at the children and said with regret, "but most of these children are not very well developed, and there are not many children whose height and strength can meet the requirements."

"Are the rest of the children here?" Asked MEG.

"Yes, we have been screening for more than 400 students for an hour, and those who fail to meet the standard have returned to the classroom or gone to the next teacher's training course." Sheila nodded.

McGonagall's eyes swept through the rest of the children. Only about ten of them were tall enough to meet his requirements. Most of them had thin arms and legs. They didn't look like they could lift a heavy pan.

"Thank you so much." McGonagall nodded slightly. It seemed that he could only recruit thirty or forty students today.

However, McGonagall thinks that this threshold is reasonable. If the children do not reach it, let them grow longer. Why rush for a while.

If the height is not up to the standard, it is difficult to complete the course in front of the standardized stove.

And strength is not up to the standard is the same reason, to become a cook, is a physical work.

MEG and Mia stood aside and did not interfere with the screening.

As McGonagall estimated, only eight of the remaining children eventually reached the height standard and strength standard.

The number of children who successfully entered the shortlist was 38.

More than 90% of the elimination rate, let McGonagall are a bit unexpected.

"Wait a minute! teacher! Can you give me a chance, I can really lift that pot! I want to be a cook At this time, a tender voice of pleading sounded.