Chapter 870: Let me mention, I want to hear it.

"Fillis, you are so powerful, you are the first boss to agree to let you participate in the process of cooking." Mia looked at Felice with some exclamation, although she has been in the kitchen for many years, but After arriving at the restaurant, Meg almost did not let her help in the cooking, even if the ingredients were prepared.
Felice smiled at Mia, and her heart was a bit happy. The great chefs were generally arrogant and would not let people enter their kitchens.
"Irina sister asked me to stare at the young lady who is close to my father..." Amy stood on the side of the ugly duckling and looked at Felice, then her eyes gradually moved down, and her expression was relaxed. "Miss Felice is sure." No problem!"
"This is a work clothes. You can enter the kitchen after you put it on. The toilet on the left hand side of the second floor can be changed." After a while, Meg went downstairs and handed a set of black and white chef clothes to Felice. Road.
"Okay... okay." Felice took the chef's outfit, and her face was red again. She walked up the stairs and looked at the clothes she was holding. It felt like holding a hot potato.
"Men's clothes? What should I 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... this is the clothes that men wear!" Felice went up the second floor. Quickly walked into the bathroom and closed the door, with some hot cheeks on his hand.
A warm light illuminates the bathroom, a bright and clean mirror reflects her red face, and the white marble floor looks very comfortable. There is a very large inside with a translucent glass partition. Porcelain white large bathtub.
Taking a deep breath, Felice put the clothes in her hand on the shelf and began to change clothes.
"Is it really so small?" When she took off her clothes, she couldn't help but look at her left and right side of the mirror for a while, then she took a look and put aside the clothes on the side.
"Lost... just right..." Felice, who put on her clothes, looked at herself in the mirror. The perfect fit of the clothes was like a tailor-made for her, even the shoes fit perfectly.
And the style of this suit is different from that of McGonagall. The slimming effect of the waist is more obvious. The double-breasted buckle is a diagonal buckle. It looks softer. The white hat on the head is shorter, and the waist is the same. Wearing a black apron, wearing black slacks and a pair of flat black leather shoes on the feet.
"Although the style is a bit strange, but after wearing it seems to have a wonderful feeling..." Felice looked at herself in the mirror, replaced the floral skirt, put on the chef's suit, it seems to fade away childishly. Become a true chef and have a sacred sense of mission.
"It turned out to be new clothes." Felice touched the silky clothes, her face showed a smile, but there was a sense of loss in her heart.
The table was cleaned up and Felice just came downstairs.
Amy said with some surprises: "Wow, it’s a dress similar to that of my father! Is Felice the second chef?"
"People who can be selected by the boss, Felice must be a good chef." Mia praised the heart, and her eyes were envious.
Feili, stared at by everyone, looked down on her shoes with some embarrassment. Except for Irina, she would blush when she talked to her, not to mention being stared at by so many people.
McGonagall looked at Felice's satisfaction and nodded. His position for Felice was a ready-made chef who could really help in the kitchen. So she chose her chef's clothes and saw her shy. She said, "You don't You need to be responsible for receiving guests. You can wait in the kitchen first. You only need to look at it at noon today."
"Yeah." Felice nodded and glanced at the long queue that had been arranged outside the restaurant. She quickly went to the kitchen and sighed. If she was to receive the guests, she could not do it.
"Then start to officially open." McGonagall glanced at the clock on the wall, just at 11:30, and walked to the door to open the restaurant door.
"Mai Bo! I finally saw you!" McGonagall did not speak, and a voice of resentment was already ringing.
Meg's gaze fell on the fat man with a dark skin behind Krassu. He looked a little familiar.
"I am Abraham?!" The voice of the man was even more resentful.
"Duke of Abraham... How did you become like this? I thought you had something back to Lodul in the middle of it." McGonagall’s eyelids jumped and looked at it carefully before he recognized it as Abraham. When Luodu saw it, it was a few degrees darker, and the body was also reduced a lot, and the outline of the face came out.
From the last time I met to today, it took only four or five days. This cosmetic change made McGonagall not recognize it for a while. What happened to him in just a few days?
"Duke?" The curious eyes of the people also fell to Abraham. On the mainland of Nolan, only the Los Angeles Empire had the title of Duke, and the status of the Duke was extremely high. All of them were the high-weight existence of the Los Angeles Empire. 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 said with a word, how he said it was also the Duke of the Los Angeles Empire, because his eagle was fed too fat, causing the crash, and then climbed for three days in the mountains, almost It’s too shameful to be starved to death. How to say it is exported.
"I mention it, I want to hear it." Amy didn't know when she took a small stool and sat down at the door. She looked curious and looked at Abraham. "Is it because of your fat big bird?" I can't fly, and then fall from the sky? Or are you lost in the wrong direction? And, must you miss the morning meal time?"
"..." Abraham's eyes were round and his lips moved, and he almost couldn't help but say "the trough!" 'This little girl... Did you see everything?
"Ugly duckling, seeing no, you can't eat too fat, if you fly to half in the future, but it is super shameful." Amy pinched the fat face of the ugly duckling, said with a serious face.
"..." Abraham's face was a bit dark, feeling the smile of his eyes, trying to find a place to sneak in, but he couldn't bear the food that was already in front of him. For it, he was I walked through thousands of miles and lost a dozen pounds of fat.
McGonagall sees Abraham's expression. It seems that Amy has already guessed that he is not far from the ten, and smiles and says: "The restaurant is open for business. Welcome everyone."