Chapter 870

"If you want to see it, of course." McGonagall nodded. Felice's talent surprised him a little. This was the first person he saw who was not inferior to him in knife work, and his talent was far beyond him.

He was able to practice such a skill, relying on the super experience given by the system, and practiced for dozens of days wholeheartedly in the kitchen god test field.

And Phyllis doesn't have either of them, which shows her talent.

Of course, McGonagall is more curious about Phyllis's talent in cooking, although she says her cooking skills can rank in the top five among the elves.

But do elves cook?

Fresh Fruit Salad? Fresh Fruit Platter? Fruit... McGonagall was skeptical about that anyway.

Now there are more and more customers in the restaurant. Next, we need to expand the area of the restaurant. Meg's output is limited after all. If someone can help share part of the pressure, even if it's just dealing with the ingredients, the efficiency will be greatly improved.

Little Anna's talent is good, the future can be expected, but after all, she is a five-year-old or six-year-old child. MEG can't let her fight him in the back kitchen of the restaurant.

He went out in the morning, but the time was limited, so MEG didn't pay much attention to Phyllis. He tied an apron around his waist, took out all kinds of ingredients from the refrigerator, and began to prepare for the noon business.

Phyllis stood at the door and watched. The strange shape of the kitchen knife fluctuated up and down in McGonagall's hands. It looked so harmonious. It made a rhythmic sound on the cutting board. The ingredients became regular shapes under the knife. Even a piece of meat was cut in the opposite direction. It was an amazing knife.

"It's very powerful. It doesn't rely on half magic. Although the speed is a little slower than me, the ingredients are very even. Every piece seems to have been measured with a ruler. It's incredible." Felice's mouth gradually widened, and she was very confident in her cooking skills after years of hard work. After seeing McGonagall's knife work, she was also amazed.

Time flies by, but Phyllis is infatuated at the kitchen door, not only because of McGonagall's knife work, but also because of his fantastic ideas about cutting vegetables. There are many different ways of cutting vegetables from ordinary people, just like the beans cut into the size of rice grains, which makes her wonder what they are used for.

McGonagall put the last cut potato on the side of the plate and put down his kitchen knife. Then he turned his sour wrist. Even though he was doing it every day, he still felt that it was not an easy job.

"Father, I'm back!"

Just then, Amy's soft voice came from outside the door, and there were two knocks.

"Here we are." McGonagall, with a smile on his face, wiped his hands and walked quickly towards the door.

The ugly duckling, who had been sleeping on the counter for a whole morning, also opened his eyes at once, slowly slid to the ground holding the corner of the counter, and then ran to the door behind MEG with his tail wagging.

"Is it his daughter? Half elf Phyllis's eyes are suddenly looking at the door, and her face becomes a little nervous. She has never been with children, but now she has to get used to it and become good at it. Only in this way can she stand in front of Alex and ask to take care of the little Lord again.

Chris said that the boss's daughter is also three or four years old, about the same size as Xiaozhu. If she can take good care of the boss's woman, it will be no problem to take care of Xiaozhu.

Phyllis forced a smile on her nervous face to make herself look as friendly as possible.

As soon as the door opened, a little guy jumped in. It was a little girl in a purple skirt, carved with Pink Jade, with almost transparent sharp ears, blue eyes like a sea of blue, silver hair tied into two pigtails, and a bright smile on her face. She suddenly jumped into Meg's arms.

"Blue eyes, silver hair, and her eyes look like the princess, even the corner of her eyes with a smile look like that... How can that be possible?" Phyllis's eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at Amy who was held up by MEG in disbelief.

"Yi?" Amy also saw Phyllis standing at the kitchen door, her face showing a bit of curiosity, "father, who is this little sister?"

"This is sister Phyllis. She's a member of the restaurant from today on." MEG explained with a smile.

"Sister Phyllis, how are you? I'm Amy." Amy said with a big smile at Phyllis.

"You... Hello, Amy." Phyllis felt that her throat was suddenly a little dry. Although she told herself many times in her mind that it couldn't be the little Lord, looking at Amy's eyebrows, she still couldn't restrain herself from comparing her with the princess.

If anyone in the world knows Elena best, not Alex, it must be her. She knows everything about Elena. She once filled her mind with the image of the little master. The moment she saw Amy, it almost corresponds to the image in her heart.

It's just... Alex can't be the owner of this restaurant. McGonagall's knife has just proved his ability. It's impossible to do this without long-term practice.

And Her Highness had told her that Alex could not cook at all, so she had to cook when she was outside, and Alex also ate delicious food.

The royal highness of the princess... She can probably imagine what Alex's cooking is like.

"Sister Phyllis is so beautiful." Amy's eyes moved down, then shook his head and said, "but the chest is really small. It's similar to Amy's

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Phyllis, who was still in a state of confusion, felt a sudden stabbed in her heart. It was very clear at once. She looked at Amy's eyes with a bit of bitterness and helplessness. She suddenly remembered how similar her style of speaking was to her royal highness.

"It doesn't matter." Amy looked at Phyllis and said with relief, "although sister Phyllis may not grow any longer, sister MIA said that when Amy grows up, she will grow up."

"..." Phyllis felt a mouthful of blood in her throat, almost choked to death.

Although Princess Irina's all kinds of devastation, but in the face of this seemingly harmless little cute crit, still feel the heart.

"It doesn't matter. Sister Barbara said that women should live for themselves and don't care about other people's eyes." Amy then comforted, suddenly thought of something, voice down a few minutes, said: "however, she is also very small."

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