Chapter 1193: I am very good, and I eat less...

"Takeaway?"
McGonagall raised his eyebrows. Although the winter has arrived, the hot pot is late, and the reward is extremely attractive. However, what is the operation of offering a take-away order?
"System, you have not always stressed that as a kitchen must have a forced grid? Sending a takeaway is too low to force it? Which Michelin Samsung you send to take out?" McGonagall, "and now welcome to the restaurant to eat The guests are already busy enough, and there are still many guests who can't wait in line. What is the energy and time to take out?"
"Host, this take-away is not a random meal, but based on humanitarianism, without prejudice to normal business, for those who can not come to the restaurant in person to provide limited take-out service, while adding a certain amount of delivery, In addition to the limited space, expand the layout of the restaurant, while gaining more praise." The system is strict.

Is the takeaway food set by myself?
McGonagall asked.
"This permission is left to the discretion of the host. The countdown starts in two days. Please host the rider as soon as possible and start the takeaway business in a different world!" The system sounds brisk.
"Takeaway rider." McGonagall raised his eyes, just seeing Connie, who had moved to the door of the restaurant with his toes on his toes, petite back, wearing only a thin dress, and had just been broken.
Outside the snow and ice, and a group of wicked orcs are looking for her, so she put her out, Meg's heart is actually a little uneasi.
"I said..." Meg said.
When he heard the sound, Connie stopped at once, and the redness on her face had not faded. There was a panic in her heart. He wouldn’t take it seriously? But this is not a dream! She has preserved her virgin body for 16 years. Is it really necessary to give him the grace of repaying this meal?
Although he looks pretty good, and the food is delicious, if he can give me such delicious food every day, it seems like he is sleeping...
"No! No!" Connie quickly shook her head and drove this shameful thought out of her mind. She would go back to save his brother and avenge his father. How can he trap himself because of a delicious meal? Here.
"Mother said, men are not good things, they must stay away from them. If they are pregnant, they will become pregnant. I can't be pregnant so easily..."
"Do you have a place to go?" McGonagall looked at Connie, who was stiff at the door, and asked.
"No." Connie replied subconsciously.
But as soon as she answered, she immediately regretted that McGonagall would be testing her. Knowing that she had nowhere to go, she forced her to stay and then closed to the dark little house...

The restaurant needs to recruit an employee. Would you like to try it?
McGonagall wondered what she was thinking in her strange mind and asked straight to the point.

Employees?
Connie snorted. Some nervous:
Is it your servant? What do you have to do, and what are you doing?

Meg: ╮(╯▽╰)╭
Who are these people!
Is he such a person?
However, can you recruit such employees? Where are you going?
"No, no!" McGonagall frowned, feeling that he was being biased by this guy, and he had great doubts about his hasty decision. Leaving this guy may not be a wise choice.
McGonagall calmed down and explained:
Employees refer to the staff of the restaurant, some employees are responsible for ordering food for the guests, some are responsible for cleaning, and some are responsible for handling the ingredients, each of them is responsible...


Do you have a lot of employees?!
Connie lost her voice.
How do you arrange them to sleep?

"I said it! The restaurant staff is not responsible for sleeping with me!" McGonagall couldn't help but say to her.
Connie narrowed her neck and weakened: "You... didn't say..."
"Okay, you can go." McGonagall had no choice but to decide to take back his reckless decision.
"If you don't have to sleep with you, would you give me food every day? Or give me that... that... gold coins?" Connie thought about it, whispered.
She came to the city of chaos for two days. The city of chaos was so big. She couldn’t find a place to stay. She huddled down for a night under the bridge hole and was bitten by a mouse in the middle of the night. She was most afraid of it. It’s a mouse. It looks like the restaurant is quite clean. There should be no mice. It would be nice if she could sleep on the ground here for one night at night.
Moreover, after leaving the tribe, she realized that the outside world only recognizes gold coins. No matter what, there must be gold coins. It is a good thing.
"I think you may not be suitable for this job." Meg moved his head indifferently.
"Why, in addition to sleeping with you, I can do anything." Connie looked at the channel.
"I think you are too stupid." McGonagall still shook his head.
"Oh..." Connie's white-and-white cat's ear suddenly pulled down, and the tears began to smash on the spot, and the shoulders followed, towering, as if they were greatly wronged.
"What are you doing?" McGonley raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect this guy to have a simple mind, but he also knew that he would use tears to gain sympathy, but the most disgusting thing in his life was to sell him miserly, which would only make him more determined. The decision, this kind of employee who only wants to solve problems by crying...
"Or, I will sleep with you, you just need to raise me, I am very good, and eat less..." Connie grabbed the arm of McGonagall and then posted it directly, crying and saying The two groups of softness squeezed into the shape of McGonagall's arm.
"stop and stop!" McGonagall quickly stopped the idiot girl's further behavior, pushing her back half a meter according to her head, it seems that he still underestimated her, her brain to solve the problem is quite strange .
Looking at the crying pear flower with a rainy cat ear girl, with her IQ, it is estimated that she has to be turned away when she goes out, and it is the kind that is sold and laughs and helps people count the money.
"You have a three-day probationary period and prove to me that you deserve to leave me. Otherwise, you still have to go. After the official admission, I will pay you, and, to ensure your safety." McGonagall looked serious. .
"Yeah." Connie nodded, wiped her tears two or three times, and looked at McGonagall: "So, what should I do now?"
McGonagall looked at Connie's hole everywhere, a big crack in his chest, and the sweat that had not been bathed for many days. He frowned slightly: "You have to take a bath first."
"Is this... so fast?" Connie was a little nervous. "I was the first time..."