Chapter 873

"Felice, you're amazing. You're the first one the boss agreed to let you participate in the cooking process." Mia looks at Phyllis with some wonder. Although she has been working in the back kitchen for many years, MEG hardly asks her to help in the cooking, even in the preparation of the ingredients.

Phyllis smiles at MIA. She is also a little happy in the bottom of her heart. Powerful chefs are usually arrogant and don't let people into their own kitchen.

"Sister Elena asked me to keep an eye on my little sister who was close to my father..." Amy stood by with the ugly duckling in her arms and looked at Phyllis. Then her eyes moved down and her expression relaxed. "Miss Phyllis must have no problem!"

"It's work clothes. You can only enter the kitchen after you put them on. The toilet on the left side of the second floor can be changed." Soon McGonagall came downstairs and handed a black-and-white cook's suit to Phyllis.

"OK... OK." Phyllis took the chef's dress, her face turned red again, and quickly walked up the stairs. Looking at the clothes in her hand, she felt like holding a hot potato.

"What about men's clothes? Do I really want to wear it? But if you don't wear it, you can't enter the kitchen, but if you wear it... It's a man's dress! " Phyllis went up to the second floor, walked quickly into the bathroom, closed the door, and slapped her hot face with her hand.

A warm light lit up the bathroom. The bright and clean mirror reflected her red face. The floor paved with milk white marble looked very comfortable. There was a large porcelain white bathtub inside which was separated by a translucent glass.

After taking a few deep breaths, Phyllis put her clothes on the shelf and began to change.

"Is it really that small?" When she took off her clothes, she couldn't help looking at her body in front of the mirror for a while. Then she picked up the clothes and put them in.

"Unexpectedly... It's just right..." Felice, who put on her clothes, looks at herself in the mirror. Her clothes fit perfectly, just like those made for her. Even her shoes fit perfectly.

Moreover, the style of this suit is different from that of McGonagall's. the slim effect of the waist is more obvious. The double breasted is slanted, which looks softer. The white hat on the head is shorter. The waist is also wearing a black apron, black casual pants, and a pair of flat bottom black shoes.

"Although the style is a little strange, it seems to have a wonderful feeling after wearing it..." Phyllis looked at herself in the mirror, changed her floral skirt and put on her chef's clothes. It seems that she suddenly faded her childishness and became a real cook, with a sacred sense of destiny.

"It's new clothes." Phyllis touched the silky clothes, a smile on her face, but there was a sense of loss in her heart.

The table was cleaned and Phyllis just came down.

Amy was surprised and said, "Wow, it's similar to my father's clothes! Will sister Phyllis be the second cook

"If she can be chosen by the boss, Phyllis will be a good cook." Mia sincerely praised, eyes a little envious.

Phyllis, who is being watched by many people, looks down at her shoes with embarrassment. Except for Elena, she blushes when she talks to anyone, not to mention being watched by so many people.

McGonagall looked at Phyllis and nodded with satisfaction. He positioned Phyllis as a cook who can really help in the back kitchen, so he chose her a cook's dress. Seeing that she was a little shy, he said, "you don't need to be responsible for receiving guests. You can wait in the kitchen first. Today at noon, you just need to watch."

"Well." Phyllis nodded, looked at the long line outside the restaurant, and hurried to the kitchen. She was relieved that if she was allowed to receive the guests, she couldn't do it at all.

"Let's start business." MEG took a look at the clock on the wall. It just pointed to half past eleven. He went to the door and opened the dining room.

"Boss Mai! I see you at last McGonagall had not yet spoken, and a voice of some bitterness had begun to ring.

McGonagall's eyes fell on the fat man who was a little dark behind Krasu. He was slightly stunned. Did he look a little familiar?

"I'm Abraham!" The man's voice was more plaintive.

"Duke of Abraham... How did you become like this? I thought you had to go back to lodu on the way. " McGonagall's eyelids jumped. After a closer look, he recognized that it was really Abraham. It was only that he was several degrees black when he saw him in lodu, and his figure was much reduced. The outline of his face came out.

It's only four or five days since we last met. McGonagall didn't recognize the change of plastic surgery for a moment. What happened to him in just a few days?

"Duke?" The curious eyes of the public also fell on Abraham. In Nolan, only the Empire of Los has the title of Duke, and the Duke's status is very high. None of them is not the existence of high power in the Empire of Los, but this dark faced middle-aged man is also a Duke? Why did he come to the city of chaos?

"This matter... Don't mention it..." Abraham's face was very hard to say. He was also the Duke of Los Empire, because his eagle was fed too fat, which led to the crash, and then crawled in the mountains for three days, and almost didn't starve to death. It's a shame, how to say it.

"Yes, yes, I want to hear it." Amy didn't know when she moved a small stool to sit at the door, looked at Abraham with a strange face and said, "is it because your big fat bird can't fly and then falls from the sky? Or are you lost in the wrong direction? What's more, you must have missed the morning meal? "

"..." Abraham's eyes widened, his lips moved, and he almost couldn't help saying "crouch!", Did the little girl... See everything?

"Ugly duckling, see? You can't eat too much fat. If you fall down in the middle of the flight, it will be a shame." Amy pinched the duckling's fat face and said seriously.

"..." Abraham's face was a little black. He felt the smiling eyes and wanted to find a crack in the ground. But he was reluctant to give up the delicious food that was close in front of him. For it, he had gone through thousands of mountains and rivers and lost more than ten kilograms of fat.

McGonagall saw Abraham's expression. It seemed that Amy had made a guess. He said with a smile, "the restaurant is open. Welcome to our restaurant."