Chapter 868

Phyllis was stunned for a while before she regained her mind. She turned away from her eyes and sat down beside Chris with a blush on her face.

MEG put two glasses of water in front of Chris and Phyllis, sat down opposite Phyllis, and said with a smile, "Miss Phyllis?"

"Yes." Phyllis answered softly, looking down at the transparent glass in front of her, not daring to look into Meg's eyes.

McGonagall looked at Felice with her head down. She didn't see that she was about to jump off the Griffin's back yesterday. She said with a smile, "I'm McGonagall, the boss of mcmillagall's restaurant. Since boss Chris brought you here, you must know something about our restaurant, but now I need to examine your ability first."

"Well." Phyllis nodded her head and held her hand unconsciously. She thought it would be OK to come here, but the boss had to assess her. If she failed, she would not get the job.

Chris is a little anxious, but he managed to get Phyllis here. McGonagall even had to assess her. Isn't that a fuss? He said hurriedly: "boss McGonagall, Miss Phyllis is smart, and she only needs 1500 copper dollars a month. I don't think this audit is necessary?"

"This is the rule of the restaurant, and it's also my principle. My restaurant doesn't need a vase waiter, but a really competent employee." Meg said with a straight face.

Chris glared, this is the morning that a face of obscenity said to find a clever obedient, can carry a big guy?

Phyllis's eyes lit up. She didn't want to be a vase, and she didn't want to lie down and earn dirty money. Here, she heard respect. Even the salary of 1500 copper coins must show its value before she could be accepted. She looked up at MEG and said seriously, "please check me."

"What do you think you can do in this restaurant? Do you have the corresponding ability? " McGonagall looked at Phyllis and asked earnestly.

It's because MEG wants to fulfill her promise to take care of Elena, but MEG really doesn't want to let the restaurant have another flowery vase. After all, when it comes to being a vase, Sally and Mia's looks are only higher than those of Phyllis. He gave her an opportunity, not a job.

As for the reason for passing Chris, I don't want Phyllis to know that he is Electrolux now.

The reason why a secret is a secret is that few people know it. If more people know it, the secret will soon become a secret.

"In charge of what work?" Phyllis's face showed the color of thinking, looking at the restaurant, the whole restaurant is spotless, even the most difficult to clean corners can not see the slightest stains and dust, it can be seen that there is no lack of a qualified cleaning staff.

As for entertaining guests, she didn't feel that kind of courage and ability. She didn't even speak fluently when she saw strangers.

Finally, her eyes fell on the direction of the kitchen. Her eyes brightened and her face showed a confident color. She looked at MEG and said, "I can help in the kitchen. My cooking skills can rank in the top five in the wind forest."

"Top five?" There was something unexpected on Meg's face.

"The first five!" Chris's voice was suddenly lengthened. He looked at Phyllis like a treasure. He turned his eyes around and said with a smile: "boss Mai, if you don't think it's suitable, I'll take Miss Phyllis first. I'll find a suitable one for you later. If you don't worry, I can refund you the 300 deposit first."

make fun of! A cook can be in the top five of the wind forest. You can be a chef in any restaurant!

Especially those restaurants that focus on the characteristics of spirits, such an excellent spirit introduced in the past, started with at least 10000 copper coins, or even higher.

He now regretted that he had not carefully put something out of Phyllis's mouth on the way.

"Don't worry, boss Chris. We'll have to try to find out if it's right or not. Now the restaurant is short of a kitchen assistant. If Miss Phyllis's cooking skills are exactly what she said, it's quite right for the restaurant." McGonagall said with a smile. Chris was so careful that he couldn't see through. He got up and walked toward the kitchen, saying, "please show me what you can do with Miss Phyllis."

Phyllis stood up and followed MEG to the kitchen door. She looked at all kinds of strange shaped pots and pans in the clean and bright kitchen. There was a bright knife hanging on one side of the knife holder. There were all kinds of styles, especially the big kitchen knife with thick back and rectangular shape, which was more eye-catching. She couldn't help opening her mouth.

A chef must be most concerned about the kitchen, she is very satisfied with her own kitchen, all kinds of kitchen utensils should be the most complete in the wind forest.

But compared with McGonagall's kitchen, it's nothing but the various knives hanging on the wall. She can't understand what they are used for.

"You choose your own kitchen knife, and then cut this potato into rice sized particles. The more uniform the size and shape, the better." MEG took a potato out of the freezer and put it on the side of the board, looking at Phyllis.

"Is it the size of a grain of rice?" Phyllis looked at the potato with a fearless face, walked slowly to the knife rest, looked at the bright knife, hesitated for a long time, but reached out and took off the thick and heavy knife at the top.

Although this knife looks a little rustic, it seems to have a kind of magical power, so that she can't ignore its existence. Even if there is a more beautiful and light knife nearby, she finally picked up the knife.

Starting with the Dao, it's slightly cool. It's about twice as heavy as the ordinary kitchen knife. Instead of being heavy, it's full of texture, which makes her feel just right.

"Good eye." McGonagall looked at the Chinese kitchen knife in Phyllis's hand, and his face also showed a trace of accident.

Phyllis went to the chopping table, lifted her hand slightly, and the potato on the cutting board was suspended in the air. Then the chopper in her hand swept like a whirlwind, and the thin potato skin fell down, almost without cutting any potatoes.

"How powerful!" Chris, who was standing at the door, stared at the scene.

The skin of the potato is peeled in a twinkling of an eye. The potato falls gently on the cutting board. When the knife falls, you can almost see a shadow and the sound of the knife falling on the cutting board. It's crisp and pleasant, especially stable.

When the sound stopped as like as two peas, he fell back two times, and a pile of potato chips cut into a grain size stacked up in gold, almost the same size.

"Congratulations, you've been accepted." McGonagall looked at Phyllis and said with a smile. There was no fake in the smile. He had found the treasure!