Chapter 611: Work now! your Highness!

"Maybe you have any misunderstanding about the three words of the waiter. The so-called waiter refers to the person who provides the necessary services to the guests. I am the owner of this restaurant. I have no idea of ​​retirement yet, so I don't need to find someone to replace me. When the restaurant needs to recruit new waiters, every waiter needs to be assessed. To calculate the waiter who wants to become a restaurant, you must first pass my assessment." Barra couldn't help but laugh, this girl is really a little common sense.
"What do you mean, do you want me to serve the guests who come to eat like a palace lady?" Barbara looked at McGonagall in disbelief.
"You can understand this, but in the restaurant as a waiter, you don't need to be as careful as your maid to wipe your face a little bit, just need to do something in your own, be friendly to the guests. Distance." McGonagall nodded.

Really?
Barbara stared seriously at McGonagall’s face. Serving others was not possible in her life until today, but today’s situation is somewhat beyond her control. The grilled beef skewers made by Gege have a very special effect on her body. If she can insist on eating, she may completely improve her symptoms of qi deficiency, which has plagued her for more than ten years.
"I don't think I have the answer to your question right now. You have to figure out a very real problem. Now I am not waiting for you to be a waiter in the restaurant. There are more choices in the free market than you. They Proficiency in the service skills of the catering industry, hands and feet, can be directly put into work without long training and practice." McGonagall looked at Barbara, calmly said: "Now, I can give you a chance to show Your own ability, if you can prove that you can do the job as a waiter and be more efficient than the average person, then this job is yours."

When the waiter is so strict?
Barbara’s eyes widened a bit, and there was a fierce battle between heaven and man in the mind. Finally, the desire for roast beef skewers and the obsession of going home defeated the face. Look at McGonagall and nod. "Well, although using the princess as a waiter is completely overkill, I am now reluctant to accept the job. Is the waiter's job not a short-end plate? This kind of thing is simply a small dish. dish."
Barba stretched out a finger and hooked the finger to the plate with the roast beef skewer on the table. The plate floated up and a flash appeared on her hand. The beef skewers in the plate did not move.
"I can put the plate on every table very quickly. Isn't this ability that everyone has?" Barbara looked at McGonagall and said, picking up a bunch of beef from the plate. The string took a bite and the smile on his face was full of confidence.
"Great!" Ami Mia looked at Barbara with some surprise.
"The plate flew up! Oh magical magic!" Amy also whispered.
McGonagall's eyes are also bright, the space magician is quite rare, and the girl who is at least a seven-level space magician, if using space magic to serve, does have an advantage that others can't match, although... ...It feels a bit wasteful, but I think that the seven-level water elf magician was used by her to clean the restaurant. It seems that the space magician used to serve is not a big deal.

It’s true that not everyone can do it. If you can clearly remember the order and quantity of each guest’s order, you can become an employee of the Mimi restaurant.
Meg’s appreciation did not show up on his face. Barbara nodded.
"My memory is not bad." Barbara nodded with confidence.
"Don't say too much." McGonagall turned into the kitchen, and instead of carrying a bunch of plates and plates of different sizes, he went out and pointed at the table in the restaurant: "From the door, the table is vertical. The serial number is 14, which is incremented. I will tell you what plate is needed for different serial numbers. After you remember, put all the plates in turn. If the number of errors is less than three, you will pass."
"Small meaning, it is impossible to stump me." Barbara nodded.
"Two tables on table 3, four bowls, two small plates; table 6..." A string of serial numbers was spoken from Meg's mouth, and Barbara's relaxed expression became extraordinarily serious.
"Now, please start your performance." McGonagall also said that the eight-table dish requirements, there are already no small requirements for memory.
"This assessment and my original seems to be, can she succeed?" Yabei Mia looked nervously at Barbara.
"Come on, Barbara's sister." Amy took a bite of beef, a bit of a slurred encouragement.
Sally is also looking at Barbara seriously. She doesn't have much bad feelings about this girl. Although she is a little bit squeaky, she has not reached the point of being brutal and hopeless.
Barbara closed her eyes and thought for a while, then opened her eyes again, and the hundreds of dishes placed on the table were suspended at the same time, surrounded by her, and then flew out one by one, light and lightweight. On the table, there was almost no sound.
In a blink of an eye, more than one hundred dishes fell, one left.
"Is it right?" Barbara sighed and turned to look at Meg. The expression was easy, but the tension in the eyes could not be hidden.
"There are two wrong, but the first time there is such a success rate, very good." McGonagall walked over and took a plate and a small dish from Tables 3 and 7, looking at Barbara. Smiling and said: "Congratulations, if you want, you will become the third waiter in the Mai Mi restaurant. The salary of the first month of the internship will be deducted from the roast beef skewer. The daily meal will be 600 copper coins."
Barbara’s face showed a surprise color, but he quickly stopped restraining. Looking at McGonagall, he was not convinced:
I can only earn nine skewers of roast beef in a month. Then how can I Live here! And, the daily meal is only enough to eat two skewers of roast beef, so if you eat, you will be starved to death!"

A meal of 600 copper coins a day, you can go out and ask if there is a second restaurant on the Aden Square that will open the conditions for an intern. The consumption is linked to the salary, if your salary can only eat When you have a bunch of roast beef skewers, you shouldn't complain about low wages. Instead, you should choose to eat the food you can afford." McGonagall looked at Barbara calmly.
"Working! Princess Royal Highness!" Amy shouted with a small fist and smiled.