Chapter 865: Congratulations, you are accepted.

Felice took a moment to come back, and quickly squinted her eyes, her face rising a little red, sitting next to Chris.
McGonagall put two glasses of water in front of Chris and Felice, sat down opposite Felice and smiled: "Miss Felice?"
"Yes." Felice whispered softly, looking down at the transparent cup in front of her, and dare not look at McGonagall's eyes again.
McGon looked at Felice, who was head down, but she did not see yesterday. She wanted to jump from the back of the gryphon and smiled and said: "I am the owner of Mimi restaurant, Meg, since Chris The boss brought you over, I think you should already know something about our restaurant, but now I need to check your ability first."
"Yeah." Felice nodded her head and shook her hand unconsciously. I thought it would be possible to come here. I didn't expect the boss to evaluate her. If the assessment fails, then it can't. I got the job.
Chris is a little anxious, but he finally got Filis here, and McGonagall still has to check. Isn’t that trouble? Just busy: "Mc boss, Miss Felice is smart, and one month. I only need 1,500 copper coins. I don’t think it’s necessary to review this review?

"This is the rule of the restaurant, and it is my principle. My restaurant does not need a vase waiter, but a real capable staff." McGonagall said.
Chris blinked, this is still a wretched one in the morning, looking for a well-behaved, able to bring a big guy with one hand?
Felice’s eyes are bright. She doesn’t want to be a vase. She doesn’t want to lie down to make unclean money. At McGonagall, she heard respect, even if it’s 1500 copper coins. To show the value before being admitted, look up at Meg, and look serious: "Please check me."

What do you think you can do in this restaurant? Can you have the ability to respond?
McGonagall looked at Felice seriously.
I took Felice to the restaurant as a waiter because McGonagall wanted to fulfill her commitment to Irina to take care of her, but McGonagall did not want the restaurant to have a flashy vase. After all, when it comes to vases, Sally, Mia's face value is only higher than Felice. He gave her an opportunity, not a job.
As for the reason for passing Chris, I don’t want Felice to know that he is Electrolux now.
Secrets are secrets because they know fewer people. If you know more people, the secret often becomes a secret soon.

What is the job?
Felice’s face was full of thoughts, her eyes were in the restaurant, the whole restaurant was spotless, and even the most difficult corners could not see the slightest stains and ash. A qualified cleaning staff.
As for entertaining guests, she does not feel that she has the courage and ability. She is not too fluent when she sees a stranger.
Finally, her eyes fell in the direction of the kitchen, her eyes lit up, her face showed a confident color, and looked at McGonagall: "I can help in the kitchen, my cooking can be ranked in the top five in the forest of the wind." ""
"The top five?" Meg's face showed some accidents.
"The top five!" Chris's voice was also stretched at once. He looked at Felice, looking like a gem, his eyes turned round and smiled: "Mc boss, if you don't think Right, then I will take Miss Felice first. I will find you a suitable one for a while. If you don't feel relieved, I can return it to you for three hundred deposits."
joke! A chef who can rank the top five in the Wind Forest, can be a chef in any restaurant!
Especially those restaurants that feature the characteristics of the elves, such a good elf introduced the past, at least 10,000 copper coins started, or even higher.
He has now regretted not having carefully put some words out of Feili's mouth on the road.
"Chris boss is not in a hurry, it doesn't matter if we have tried it. Now the restaurant is missing a kitchen. If Miss Felice's cooking is as she said, it would be quite suitable for the restaurant." McGonaga said with a smile, Chris was careful to think about how he could not see it, and got up and walked toward the kitchen, saying: "Let Miss Felice show me your ability."
Felice stood up and followed McGee to the kitchen door, looking at the clean and bright kitchen, with a variety of odd-shaped pots and pans, a knife on the side of the knife holder, what There are styles, especially the large kitchen knife with a thick back and a rectangular shape. It is even more eye-catching and can't help but open your mouth.
A chef is most concerned about the kitchen. She is very satisfied with her kitchen. All kinds of kitchen utensils should be the most complete in the forest of wind.
But compared with McGonagall's kitchen, it was a little sorrow. It was just the various knives hanging on the wall, and she couldn't understand what they were doing.
"You choose a kitchen knife, and then cut the potato into rice-sized granules. The more uniform the size and shape, the better." McGonagall took a potato from the freezer and placed it on the cutting board. Lisi Road.
"Is the size of the rice?" Felice looked at the potato, and there was no timid color on her face. She walked slowly to the front of the knife holder and looked at the sharp knife. Hesitated for a while, but reached out. I took off the thick and bulky knife on the top.
Although the knife looks a bit earthy, it seems to have a magical power, so that she can not ignore its existence, even if there is a more beautiful and light knife next to it, and finally picked up the knife.
The knife started, it was cool, it was about twice as heavy as the ordinary kitchen knife. It didn't look heavy, but it was full of texture, which made her feel just right.
"The eyes are not bad." McGonagall looked at the Chinese kitchen knife held by Felice, and his face was a little unexpected.
Felice walked to the cutting table, gently lifted her hand, and the potato placed on the cutting board was suspended in a vacuum, and then the kitchen knife held in her hand was brushed like a whirlwind, thin potato skin. It floated down and almost no potatoes were cut.
"Great!" Chris, who stood at the door, saw this scene and his eyes were straight.
The potato skins were cut in a blink of an eye. The potatoes fell gently on the cutting board. The kitchen knife fell, and almost only a residual image and a squeak of the knife falling on the cutting board were seen. It was crisp and sweet, and it was exceptionally stable.
As soon as the sound stopped, Felice put down the knife and stepped back two steps. A pile of potato chips cut into rice grains were neatly piled up, golden and almost the same size.
"Congratulations, you have been accepted." McGonagall looked at Felice and smiled. This smile is not mixed with fake. He is a treasure!
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