Chapter 605

"Yes, but I'm not going to open a Maimi restaurant. I'm going to open an ice cream shop that specializes in ice cream." MEG shook his head.

"Only ice cream?" Abelmia asked, looking at MEG uncertainly.

"Yes, only ice cream." McGonagall nodded, then looked at abemia and said with a smile, "besides, I'm going to make MIA you the manager of the ice cream shop, and you will be in charge of the operation of the ice cream shop."

"This... This... Can't do, boss, i... I can't be the store manager..." abelmia's face showed a flustered color, and quickly waved her hand, even her voice trembled.

She is very satisfied to be a waiter. As her identity, she could only stay in the dark corner, but now she can offer sincere service to the guests every day, which makes her happy and satisfied.

McGonagall now wants her to become the manager of an ice cream shop, which is too big a task for her. She can't imagine what kind of uproar a half dragon would cause if she became the manager of a restaurant in Aden square. She was once not allowed to enter the front hall of the restaurant!

"Who says you can't? I say you can, you can. " MEG looked at abelmia gently and said sincerely, "it's not an order, it's an invitation. As the owner of Maimi restaurant, I formally invite you. I hope Miss abemia can become the manager of the ice cream shop. In the chaotic city, no third person will control the ice cream machine. Therefore, you are the best choice and the only choice. "

Abemia looked at McGonagall's eyes and calmed down a little, but her face was still full of tangled color. She shook her head and said, "I think Elsa is more suitable than me. She's so smart and beautiful. She must be able to learn, and there will be many customers. Because she goes to buy ice cream, she's more suitable to be a store manager."

"I can't even use the dishwasher well, let alone the more complicated ice cream machine. If you ask me to rub two snowballs, it's OK, but if you ask me to make delicious ice cream, I'm not as good as you." Sally looked at abelmia and said seriously, "mia, the boss is right. No one is more suitable to be the manager of an ice cream shop than you, and the guests like you more. No one can resist your smile."

Looking at MEG and Sally's gentle and encouraging eyes, abemia pursed her mouth, slowly lowered her head, kept silent for a while, and said softly, "however, Mia wants to continue to work in the restaurant, to continue to serve those lovely guests..."

McGonagall looked at abelmia with her head down and her eyes slightly red. Her thin and pitiful appearance made her feel a little softhearted. When she first met her, the little girl thought she was dreaming. It was still funny and distressing to recall.

During this period of time, her energetic smile can always make people feel that her mood is getting better with her smile. Now looking at her tangled appearance, I feel like I have done something wrong.

After all, she is still a 17-year-old girl, and she has no self-confidence since childhood. Even now, if she leaves the restaurant, she still has some inferiority. This inferiority comes from her half dragon identity.

Sally looked at abelmia, reached out and patted her on the shoulder, but did not continue to persuade.

"If that's the only reason, I actually have a solution, but mia, you may work a lot harder." MEG thought for a moment, looked at abelmia and said.

"I'm not afraid of hard work!" Abelmia's eyes lit up.

"Ice cream shops and Maimi restaurants can be off peak. When the restaurant is open, the ice cream shop will rest so that you can continue to work in the restaurant. And after the restaurant is closed, you rush to the ice cream shop, and the ice cream shop is open, but in this case, you are doing two jobs at the same time, and it will be very hard. " MEG nodded.

"In this case... Do I still want to be a store manager?" Abelmia hesitated.

"Mia, I've always told Amy that she is no different from other people. Half elves, human beings and elves all exist equally. This is the right world. And you are the closest example Amy can see. If you can't defeat yourself, you can't defeat any enemy. " Meg said calmly, looking into abelmia's eyes.

Abemia raised her head slowly, looked at Meg's eyes brightening up, clenched her fist, nodded her head and said, "OK, I'll do all the work well, including the store manager. I'll show Amy a good example."

"I believe you can do it." McGonagall showed a smile on his face. It seems that the recruitment of new waiters can be chosen slowly. At the same time, he feels that his conscience hurts a little. It's a bit black hearted to squeeze the labor force of employees.

There was a smile on Sally's face.

"Get ready to open. I'll arrange for the branch." MEG got up with a smile and went to the door of the restaurant.

"Aisha, can I do it?" She asked in a low voice, looking at Sally.

"Of course, the boss is the most eye-catching person I've ever met. He certainly has the right eye." Sally nodded.

"Well, I may need some help from you then." There was a new smile on abelmia's face.

"If the store manager is willing to let me take a part-time job and pay me a salary, of course I will." Sally nodded and they both laughed at the same time.

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After the business ended in the morning, McGonagall went out to the main mansion. The Management Office of Aden square had already finished the handover of the shop. He signed the contract and paid a handling fee. After that, Richie barbecue belonged to him.

"Tut Tut, ten bets and nine losses, gambling is really harmful." McGonagall sighed as he stood outside the Ritchie barbecue shop, where half of the plaque had fallen off. In those years, he was playing some gambling on the outside at most. However, his interest was broad and it was purely entertainment. He only bought unpopular balls, which basically belonged to the free money boy. However, the free money was just a drop in the bucket, which was not enough to make his flesh ache.

The barbecue shop has been sealed up by the city Lord's office, with cross seals and a large copper lock on the door.

McGonagall took out the key from the Lord's mansion, opened the lock and pushed the door in. There was no damage in the dining room except for the disorderly arrangement of tables and chairs. The kitchen was almost empty, and he didn't even have a peeler.

In the 200 square meter restaurant, you can imagine the bustling scene when the guests were full. If the fat man with short eyes didn't nag him, the foundation would be enough for him to eat all his life.

"System, come out to collect waste." MEG opened a chair, sat down, and said to himself.