"Perhaps you have some misunderstanding about the word 'waiter'. The so-called 'waiter' refers to a person who provides necessary services to the customers. I am the owner of this restaurant, and I have no intention of retiring for the time being, so I don't need to find someone to replace me as the manager. Although the restaurant needs to recruit new waiters, every waitress has to go through a test. If you want to become a waitress at Mamy's, you have to pass my test first. "Meg looked at Barbara and couldn't help but laugh. This girl really didn't have any common sense.
"Are you saying that you want me to serve those customers like how the palace maids serve me?" Babla looked at Mag with incredulity.
Mag nodded. "You can think of it that way. However, as a waitress in a restaurant, you don't have to be like your maids and carefully wipe your face clean with a towel. You only have to do your job well, and maintain a friendly and distant relationship with the customers."
"Really?" Barbara looked seriously at Meg's face. Serving others was something that would never have appeared in her life before today, but today's situation was somewhat out of her control. The roast beef kebabs made by Meg had a very special effect on her body. If she could eat them consistently, she might be able to completely improve her condition of lacking blood and Qi. This was a condition that had troubled her for more than a decade.
"I don't think I need to answer your question now. You have to be clear about a very practical problem. I am not the one begging you to be a waitress at this restaurant. There are many better choices in the free market. They are skilled in the food and beverage industry's service skills, and they don't need a long period of training and practice before they can directly get to work." Mag looked at Babla, and calmly said, "Now, I can give you a chance to showcase your abilities. If you can prove that you can do the job of an attendant and be more efficient than the average person, then this job will be yours."
"Is there such a strict requirement to be a waitress?" Barbara's eyes widened a little as a fierce battle broke out in her mind. In the end, her desire to roast beef kebabs and go home defeated her pride. She looked at Meg and nodded. "Alright, although using me as a waitress is a complete waste of my talents, I am reluctantly willing to accept this job. Isn't a waitress's job just to serve dishes? This is a piece of cake. "
Barbara stretched out a finger and hooked it at the plate with the kebab on the table. The plate floated up and appeared in her hand in a flash. The kebab on the plate didn't move at all.
"I can quickly place the plates on every table. Not everyone has this ability, right?" Barbara looked at Meg with a smug expression. She picked up a kebab from the plate and took a bite with a confident smile on her face.
"Amazing!" Yabemiya looked at Barbara in awe.
"The plates are flying! What miraculous magic! "Amy also exclaimed softly.
Meg's eyes also lit up. Spatial magic casters were very rare, and this young girl was at least a 7th-tier spatial magic caster. If she were to use spatial magic to serve dishes, then she would have an advantage that no one else could compare with. Even though … it felt like a bit of a waste. However, thinking about it, he had already used a 7th-tier water elven magic caster to clean the restaurant, so it didn't seem like a big deal to have a spatial magic caster serve dishes.
"Indeed, not everyone can do this. If you can clearly remember the order and quantity of each customer's order, then you can become an employee of Mamy's." Meg didn't express his praise on his face as he nodded at Barbara.
"My memory is pretty good." Barbara nodded with confidence.
"Don't be too full of yourself." Meg turned and entered the kitchen. Soon, he came out with a pile of plates of different sizes. He then pointed at the tables in the restaurant, and said, "Come in from the door. The tables are numbered from one to four, and I'll tell you what plates are required for each table. Memorize them, then place all the plates on the table in order. If the number of wrong plates is less than three, then you pass."
Barbara nodded, and said, "No problem. This won't stump me at all."
"Table three requires two plates, four bowls, and two small plates. Table six …" Meg recited a string of numbers, and Barbara's relaxed expression also became very serious.
"Now, please begin your performance." Meg listed out eight plates and bowls at the same time. This was already quite a demanding task for her to memorize.
"This test is very similar to mine. Can she pass?" Yabemiya looked at Barbara with a nervous expression.
"Do your best, Big Sister Barbara." Amy took a bite of beef, and encouraged her in a slightly inarticulate voice.
Sally also looked at Barbara seriously. She didn't have much of a bad impression of this girl. Although she was a little spoiled, she wasn't to the point where she couldn't be saved.
Barbara closed her eyes and thought for a while. When she opened her eyes again, the hundreds of bowls and plates on the table beside her floated up at the same time. They circled around her, and then flew out one by one, landing lightly on each table with almost no sound.
In the blink of an eye, over a hundred bowls and plates had all landed, and not a single one was left.
"Did I get it right?" Barbara exhaled softly, and turned to look at Meg. Although she pretended to be relaxed, she couldn't hide the nervousness in her eyes.
"You got two wrong, but it's not bad to have such a high success rate on your first try." Meg walked over and picked up a plate and a small plate from tables three and seven. He looked at Barbara with a smile, and said, "Congratulations, if you're willing, you'll become the third waitress at Amy's. After deducting the beef kebabs from your first month's salary, your daily allowance will be 600 copper coins."
A hint of elation appeared on Barbara's face, but she quickly repressed it. She looked at Meg with an indignant expression, and said, "I can only eat nine beef kebabs with the money I earn in a month? How am I supposed to survive in this place? Also, I can only eat two beef kebabs a day. If I eat like this, I'll starve to death! "
"600 copper coins a day? You can go out and ask around if there's a second restaurant in the Aden Square that would offer such a price to an intern waitress. If your salary can only afford nine beef kebabs, then you shouldn't complain that your salary is too low. Instead, you should choose to eat the food that your salary can afford. "Meg looked at Barbara with a calm expression.
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