"You're so awesome, Phyllis. You're the first person that Boss has allowed you to participate in the cooking process." Mia looked at Phyllis with a hint of amazement in her eyes. She had worked in the kitchen for many years, but after coming to the restaurant, Meg had almost never asked her to help with cooking, not even when it came to preparing ingredients.
Phyllis smiled at Mia, and she was also quite happy. Powerful chefs were generally a little arrogant, and wouldn't let anyone into their kitchen for no reason.
"Big Sister Irina told me to keep an eye on the big sister who's trying to get close to Father …" Amy stood off to the side with Ugly Duckling in her arms as she appraised Phyllis. She then looked down, and her expression relaxed as she said, "Miss Phyllis will definitely be fine!"
"This is a work uniform. You can only enter the kitchen after putting it on. You can change into it in the bathroom on the left on the second floor." After a short while, Meg came downstairs, and handed a black and white chef's uniform to Phyllis.
"Al … Alright." Phyllis accepted the chef's uniform, and a blush appeared on her face again. She quickly made her way up the stairs, and looked at the uniform in her hands as if she were holding a hot potato.
"Men's clothes … What should I do? Do I really have to wear them? But if I don't wear them, I can't enter the kitchen, but if I wear them … These are men's clothes! " Phyllis quickly made her way to the bathroom on the second floor, and closed the door as she fanned her burning cheeks with her hands.
A warm light illuminated the bathroom, and the bright and clean mirror reflected her red cheeks. The floor was paved with white marble, and it was very comfortable to look at. There was a semi-transparent glass partition, and there was a very large white porcelain bathtub in the bathroom.
After taking a few deep breaths, Phyllis placed the uniform in her hands onto a nearby rack, and then began to change.
"Is it really that small?" After taking off her clothes, she couldn't help but examine her own body in front of the mirror for a while before putting on the uniform with a dejected expression.
"It actually … fits perfectly …" Phyllis looked at herself in the mirror. The clothes fit her perfectly, as if they were tailor-made for her. Even the shoes fit her perfectly.
Furthermore, the style of this set of clothes was also a little different from Mag's. The slimming effect of the waist was more pronounced, and the double-breasted buttons were diagonally buttoned, giving it a softer appearance. The white hat on her head was shorter, and there was also a black apron around her waist. She wore black casual pants, and a pair of flat black leather shoes on her feet.
"Although the style is a little strange, it gives me a wonderful feeling after I put it on …" Phyllis looked at herself in the mirror. After changing out of the floral dress and putting on the chef's suit, she seemed to have shed her childishness and become a real chef. She had a sacred sense of mission.
"So it's new clothes." Phyllis touched her silky clothes, and a smile appeared on her face, but she felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.
When the table was cleared, Phyllis came downstairs.
Amy said in surprise, "Wow, it's similar to Father's clothes! Will Big Sister Phyllis be the second chef? "
"Since she was chosen by Boss, Phyllis will definitely become an excellent chef," Mia praised from the bottom of her heart, and there was a hint of envy in her eyes.
Phyllis, who was being stared at by everyone, lowered her head and looked at her shoes in embarrassment. Apart from Irina, she would blush whenever she talked to anyone, let alone when she was being stared at by so many people.
Meg looked at Phyllis and nodded with satisfaction. He had given Phyllis the position of a chef who could really help out in the kitchen, so he chose a chef's suit for her. Seeing that she was a little shy, he said, "You don't need to be responsible for receiving customers. You can wait in the kitchen. You just need to watch from the side for lunch."
"Okay." Phyllis nodded. She glanced at the long line outside the restaurant and hurriedly walked into the kitchen. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he had asked her to receive those customers, she wouldn't be able to do it at all.
"Then let's officially open for business." Meg looked at the clock on the wall. It was exactly half past eleven. He walked to the door and opened it.
"Mr. Mak! I finally get to see you! "Before Meg had a chance to say anything, a slightly resentful voice had already sounded.
Meg's gaze fell on the slightly tanned portly man standing behind Crassus, and he faltered slightly. Why did this man look so familiar?
"I'm Abraham!" The man's voice became even more resentful.
"Duke Abraham … How did you become like this? I thought you went back to Rodu to attend to some business. " Meg's eyelids twitched. He took a closer look, and only then did he realize that this was indeed Abraham. It was just that he was a few shades darker than when he had first met him in Rodu, and he had also lost a lot of weight.
It had only been four to five days since they last met, and Mag couldn't recognize him due to his plastic surgery. What had happened to him in the past few days?
"Duke?" Everyone also turned to look at Abraham with curiosity in their eyes. On the Norland Continent, only the Roth Empire had the title of duke. Furthermore, dukes held extremely high statuses, and all of them were extremely important figures in the Roth Empire. However, this middle-aged man with a dark complexion was also a duke? Why had he come to Chaos City in the first place?
"This … Let's not talk about it …" Abraham was at a loss for words. He was a duke of the Roth Empire, after all. His eagle had been fed too much, resulting in a plane crash. After that, he had to crawl in the mountains for three days and almost starve to death. It was simply too embarrassing. How could he bring himself to talk about this?
"Bring it up, I really want to hear about it." Amy had taken a small stool and sat down at the entrance of the restaurant. She looked at Abraham with a curious expression, and asked, "Did your big fat bird fall from the sky because it couldn't fly anymore? Or did you go in the wrong direction and get lost? Also, you must have missed your morning meal, right? "
"…" Abraham's eyes widened, and his lips trembled. He almost couldn't help but curse. Could it be that this little girl had seen everything?
Amy pinched Ugly Duckling's chubby cheeks with a serious expression, and said, "Did you see that, Ugly Duckling? You can't get too fat. If you fall from the sky in the future, it'll be super embarrassing."
"…" Abraham's expression darkened slightly. He could sense everyone looking at him with amusement in their eyes, and he really wanted to find a hole to hide in. However, he couldn't bear to part with the delicious food that was right in front of him. He had traveled countless mountains and rivers and lost close to 10 kilograms of fat for it.
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