Chapter 1297

"Cough, she likes little sister very much. Last time jergi's baby was born, she did." MEG nodded with a smile, pretending not to understand.

I peeked at Elena. She suddenly mentioned what the trouble was. I don't know if the situation is tense now. Does he dare to make people?

"Yes? Do you like it? " Irina asked, looking at MEG with a smile.

"Of course I like it too. Little girl, as cute as Xiaomi, everyone will like it." Macquarie naturally nodded, picked up the thermos cup on the side and drank a mouthful of wolfberry water. This winter, it really made the population dry.

Irina's eyes become more interesting when she looks at McGonagall. She likes to see McGonagall's cramped appearance. Although he is a mighty dragon slayer in front of others, he will blush in embarrassment in front of her. She suddenly approaches McGonagall's ear and whispers, "well, when are we going to have another one?"

My mother!

McGonagall's a little weak. What's wrong with that?

"Ding Ling!"

There is no anti lock restaurant door was pushed in, push the door in Phyllis looked at some close to Elaine and MEG Leng for a moment.

MEG and Elena also looked at Phyllis at the same time, their eyes narrowed slightly at the same time.

"Kill

This is the first thought that pops up in Phyllis's mind.

"Oh, Phyllis, you're here. I just talked about you with Princess Elena. I didn't expect you to come." McGonagall said with a smile, motionless to the side.

"About me?" Phyllis looked at MEG in some unexpected way. The boss and princess were talking about things, and they were still concerned about their own affairs. Did you say that your royal highness wanted to give them to the boss as a gift?

Thinking of this, a blush rose on Phyllis's face. Although she wanted one to serve her royal highness, if she really wanted to sacrifice herself for the night elves, she

"I built a factory with him to house the night elves. The canteen is short of a cook, so I plan to let you be the chef." Irina cuts a glance at MEG, and lazily returns to her seat. She grabs the duckling, who is retreating. She rubs her fat face and looks at Phyllis.

"To be a chef?" Phyllis was a little stunned. She didn't want to make her promise. She was relieved, but she felt a sense of loss.

"Yes, I heard from the princess that you were in charge of the night elves' food arrangement in the grottoes. You are sure to be qualified for this job." McGonagall also nodded with a smile. This is the question he discussed with Elena last night. Now it's very suitable as an excuse.

"Well, OK, I'll try to bring you good food." Phyllis nodded and contributed her strength to the night elves. This is what she should do. With her experience in the grottoes, she is not so afraid of cooking now.

McGonagall nodded, so that one of the major logistics problems of the night elves was solved. Now we just need to wait for the night elves to arrive at the chaotic city.

"Keep talking. I'll prepare the ingredients." Phyllis went to the kitchen.

"I'll do some preparation, too." McGonagall looked at his Irina and walked quickly to the kitchen as if she were running away. Who could stand it.

"Coward." Irina sneered, holding the ugly duckling's fat face and said, "little fat duck, if the meat is too fat, it will be very greasy. You have to exercise more."

The ugly duckling, who was pinched and squinted, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Elena in horror.

"It's OK. You're still young. It's too early to talk about stewed pork or steamed pork." Irina touched the ugly duckling's head and said with relief.

"Meow!"

The ugly duckling stood up all over, and lay shivering on Elena's leg.

Towards noon, the staff came to the restaurant one after another.

The new employee, Rena, was somewhat restrained and said hello to everyone. She took off her half old cotton padded jacket and was wearing a brand new black and white chef's suit, which was similar to Meg's, but it was a woman's style, and the cut was very suitable.

"Rina, you look like a chef in a chef's suit." Abelmia looked at Rena with envy.

"Thank you, but I'm still a primary school student." There was a smile on Rena's face, but she said humbly.

"It doesn't matter. Your nose is so smart. You'll learn it soon." Abelmia encouraged.

"Rina, come in." In the kitchen, cried MEG.

"All right." Rina walks into the kitchen and looks at MEG nervously.

"Just like in the morning, you still don't need to do anything at noon. Just watch me cook. But at noon today, you have to decide what the first dish you learn is." Meg said, looking at Rina as he washed his hands.

"Well." Rina nodded.

"Relax. Cooking is not an easy thing, but it should be an interesting thing. Only in this way can we make dishes with soul." McGonagall said with a smile, seeing that Rena was a little nervous.

Rina was stunned and soon showed a smile on her face. For her, cooking is really an interesting and happy thing. Even if she watched MEG standing by the kitchen for more than an hour in the morning, she still felt that it was more interesting than sitting in the office in a daze.

MEG washed his hands and began to make their own lunch.

Ruina's talent makes MEG see the possibility of quickly cultivating a successor. Next, he may need to disappear frequently, which is undoubtedly unacceptable to the restaurant's regular customers. If Ruina can learn his dishes, even if it's just a few, she can at least keep the restaurant open, which is better than nothing.

Phyllis's talent is also pretty good, but now she has to take care of the night elf's food. She doesn't have much time to learn how to cook, so she can only be excluded for the time being.

……

At the end of the lunch rush, MEG took off his apron, picked up his thermos cup and took a sip of water. Every business hour was like a long and tense battle.

"Boss, I want to learn how to make hot pot." Rina came up to MEG and said.

"Hot pot?" McGonagall looked at Rina unexpectedly. Today, he made all the dishes on the menu, but he didn't make hot pot. Unexpectedly, the first dish of Rina was hot pot.

"Yes, I was able to join the restaurant because of hot pot, so I want to learn the first course of hot pot." Rina nodded firmly.

"That's OK. Let's learn how to make a pot of thick soup at noon." Meglio thought and nodded.

Hot pot is good. If Rena can master hot pot, she can hold up half of the restaurant, which is much safer than other dishes.

Will a new generation of hotpot queen appear under his guidance?

McGonagall suddenly had something to look forward to.