Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

“Daddy's Alien Restaurant ()”

Xiao Guai's inadvertently revealed terrifying talent shocked everyone.

McGonagall knew that Xiaoguai was the reincarnation of Seagod after all, and her natural powers were not outrageous, but she couldn't control the energy in her body stably at this time.

However, this matter has a lot to do with it. Although he trusts Crassus and Julian very much, he still doesn't want Xiaoguai's identity to be exposed too quickly.

"It turns out that Xiaoguai is good at water magic, so learning magic from Gina is naturally the best." Mag said with a smile.

"Well, the little boy will learn magic from his mother." Gina also said hastily.

"Yeah, little boy likes magic." Xiaoguai nodded her head, forgetting about going to school.

Mag asked Irina to help repair the crack on the ceiling with magic. The restaurant endured Xiaoguai's previous snap of fingers, but it didn't alarm the guests queuing outside, and the restaurant was open normally.

After the business ended in the morning, Mag brought a set of kitchen utensils, rode a bicycle, and drove Yabei Mia straight to Hope Academy.

Barbara and Shirley's classes are scheduled for Tuesday, so they don't have to go to class today.

"Boss Mai, are you coming to class too?" When Mag arrived at the gate of the academy, he happened to bump into Vivienne who got off the carriage.

"Yes, Teacher Vivienne." Mag nodded with a smile, "Here, please call me Teacher McGonagall."

Vivian looked at Mag, who was wearing a chef uniform, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, Mr. McGonagall."

Then her eyes fell on Yabei Mia, her eyes lit up, "Mia, this dress really suits you."

"Thank you." Yabei Mia showed a bit of joy on her face.

She was wearing a black OL suit, capable and decent, but a little bit sexy, just like a little secretary.

"Mia is my teaching assistant." Mag introduced.

"You are the only teaching assistant in our school." Vivian blinked at Mag.

Mag was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Aren't those old professors there?"

"No." Vivienne shook her head, "Not even Chaos Academy."

"This..." McGonagall pondered, feeling that the academy was a bit different from what he had imagined.

Everyone doesn't have it, but he does, which is a bit too conspicuous.

"It's okay, I've already reported it to the principal, and she agreed." McGonagall took it for granted.

He didn't want to show off, but he felt that as a new teacher, he would have to lead a hundred students at once, and he was worried that he would lose control of the scene, so he asked Mia to help.

And many chores can also be handled by her.

Vivienne looked at Mag with some envy and said, "Luna is really spoiled by you, I also want her to apply, can you find a teaching assistant who can help me correct my homework."

"Hurry up, let's go in first." Mag glanced at his watch, handed the teacher's number plate to the guard at the side for inspection, and then led Mia inside.

"I heard that more than 400 students have signed up for your class, which is the most popular major this year." Vivienne followed quickly, sighing a little.

"This shows that children's eyes are sharp." Mag smiled slightly.

"You're just pissed off. I feel like I'm going to collapse when I care about forty or fifty kids. These one hundred brats squeezed into the kitchen." Vivian looked at Mag with some pity, "I wish you good luck."

Mag paused, looking at the back of Vivienne who was walking towards the teaching building, feeling some pressure inexplicably.

More than a hundred children, a big kitchen...

Mag thought about the scene seriously, and his expression became unnatural.

I made a mistake, I made a mistake, I shouldn't be full of plans and recruits as soon as I come up...

"Boss, I think you should bring sister Gina here, she is best at handling this kind of situation." Mia laughed.

McGonagall said, Gina is indeed a child killer, but she wants to take care of the children at home.

"It's okay, we can handle it too, it's just a group of kids." Mag smiled and cheered Mia up, and walked towards the Chef Training Center building.

From a distance, Mag saw hundreds of children standing in line in front of the building, and several teachers and kitchen aunts were helping to measure their heights.

In front of the height measurement project was a row of pots, half filled with water, and the children stepped forward one by one, trying to pick up the pot.

"Cosmo, you're not tall enough, keep working harder next time."

"Garfield, you don't have enough strength, you need to eat more, exercise more."

"Isaac, the height and strength are qualified! Pass!"

...

Following the sound of reports, the eliminated children walked aside in frustration and were led back to the teachers by the teachers, while the admitted children were led to the open space in front of the building with excited faces.

Mag glanced at it, and there were only about thirty children who passed.

At this time, there are less than 100 children who are still measuring their height.

"Did I set the threshold too high?" Mag frowned, and the situation seemed to be different from what she had imagined.

"They are too thin, they look much younger than children of the same age." Yabei Mia looked at those children with pity. She also went through similar years back then, without food and always hungry.

"Teacher McGonagall." Among the crowd, a teacher walked over quickly, "You are here."

"Teacher Sheila." Mag nodded with a smile, looked at the children and said, "Is this a screening?"

"Yes, the principal said you are busy, let us help to screen the children according to your requirements first." Sheila nodded, looked at the children, and said with some regret: "But most of these children are not well developed. There are not many that can meet the requirements."

"Are all the rest of the children here?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes, we have been screening for an hour. There are more than 400 students. Those who did not meet the standards have already returned to the classroom, or went to the next teacher's training course." Sheila nodded.

Mag glanced at the remaining children. There were only about ten children who could reach the height he required, and most of them had thin arms and legs. They didn't look like they could lift a heavy pot.

"Thank you for your hard work." Mag nodded slightly. It seems that he can only recruit thirty or forty students today.

However, Mag thinks this threshold is reasonable. For children who have not reached it, let them grow up again, why rush for a while.

If the height is not up to standard, it is difficult to complete the course in front of a standardized stove.

The same is true for the lack of strength. Becoming a chef is a physical job.

Mag and Mia stood aside and did not interfere with the screening.

Similar to McGonagall's estimation, only eight of the remaining children reached the standard in height and strength.

Thirty-eight children successfully entered the shortlist.

The elimination rate of more than 90% surprised McGonagall.

"Wait a minute! Teacher! Can you give me a chance, I can really lift that pot! I want to be a chef!" At this moment, a childish pleading voice sounded.