Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Promotion and a pay raise!

She had never expected to achieve that after her boss was arrested.

Eleanor’s tiredness went away and she energetically asked Mag, “What do I need to do now?”

After pondering for a while, Mag said, “For the next few days, just come to the company every day to maintain its cleanliness. There’s nothing for you to do right now.”

Huh?” Eleanor was stunned.

“I’m preparing for a book, but it’s not ready to be published yet.” Mag explained.

Eleanor nodded. Although she didn’t know what Mag was preparing, as an obedient employee, she naturally wouldn’t ask if the boss didn’t want to say.

Mag continued speaking, “And, go get those employees who are not paid yet. Ask them to come get their salary here three days later at 10 a.m. If they don’t have a job, they can take part in the interview. I might employ a few more new employees too.”

“Are you going to give them their salary?” Eleanor was shocked.

They already didn’t harbor any hopes with regard to getting their salary. She didn’t expect Mag to bring this up himself.

“Yes. I have gotten this company’s assets, so I have to take over the debts at the same time. This is the rule set before the auction.” Mag smiled. “I will have to bother you with this matter.”

“No worries. I will notify all of them.” Eleanor nodded in acknowledgement.

“These are the company’s keys. You shall keep one set of them.” Mag handed a bunch of keys to Eleanor.

Eleanor accepted them, feeling very flattered. In the past, other than the boss, only the chief editor held the second set of keys.

“Do a good job and you will have plenty of chances for promotions and pay increments.” Mag encouraged her.

“Yes.” Eleanor nodded gravely. However, she was thinking, There are only two people in this company. What can I be promoted to? Is this the reason why I am the deputy chief editor instead of the chief editor?

Mag looked up at the signboard.

Eleanor had great situational awareness. She immediately said, “I’ll get someone to remove it later.”

Mag replied, “I’ll make the new signboard myself. You will handle the old one, and get someone to dispose of the things in the publishing house.”

“Everything?”

“Yes. I intend to renovate the publishing house. It’s too outdated.” Mag nodded. He was reminded of that uncomfortable sofa in the boss’ office.

“Alright.”

Eleanor swallowed what she had intended to say. She thought, This boss is so generous. Delmar that scrooge repaired that broken sofa over and over again and the employees’ office furniture was all bought from the second hand market.

Mag nodded and rode away on his bicycle.

It was not bad to have an obedient employee. Being a general without an army would be very frustrating.

He had a publishing house now and the Night Elves could handle the printing. All he needed now was a popular book.

Mag was rather confident about Cynthia’s potential.

***

Mag returned to the restaurant and saw a maiden staring up at a pear tree that was blossoming at the restaurant’s door.

Mag stopped the bicycle and smilingly asked Luna, who was wearing a long cotton dress, “Teacher Luna, what brought you here?”

“You’re back.” Luna turned around to look at Mag with a gentle smile too. “I came to discuss the school’s classes with Mr. Mag today. The children showed great results after having one week of classes. After a discussion, we felt that we could start some practical courses, so that the children could experience and adapt to them.”

“Let’s go in and discuss this slowly. The restaurant is not open for business today.” Mag opened the door and entered.

Luna followed him in. She casually asked him as she watched him bring the drinks out from the kitchen, “Is your wife at home today?”

“She went out on an errand.” Mag placed a glass of warm water in front of Luna.

“Oh. What a coincidence. She must be a very beautiful woman.”

“Yes. She’s a very beautiful woman.” Mag nodded with a smile.

Luna smiled and placed a timetable on the table. “‘Please take a look at the timetable. I’ll arrange two classes per week. One class on Monday and one class on Friday. Each class is 2 hours long each. What do you think about it?”

“If there are no emergencies, I can promise I’ll be present for all the classes.” Mag nodded with a smile. Luna avoided the restaurant’s operation hours and gave him ample time in advance. She was being very considerate.

As for the class being two hours long, it was in fact suggested by Mag himself.

Learning to cook and learning about knowledge in class was different. They had to practice. Without ample practice, you couldn’t be an excellent chef even if you were a genius.

Mag only had two lessons per week, which was a total of four hours. To train an excellent chef, this amount of time was far from being ample.

However, Mag loved to accept challenges. Making a bunch of little ones fall in love with cooking, training them into being the best chefs on the Norland Continent and making Hope School into the West Point in the culinary world. Just thinking about it made him excited!

“Are we going to select the students tomorrow?” Mag asked.

“Yes. We have already notified the children about the practical courses and let them volunteer for them.” Luna nodded and revealed a smile. “We’ve got the most children selecting your God of Cookery advanced courses. There are over 400 of them.”

“I’m actually that popular?” Mag was a little shocked. He thought that being a chef was tough and tiring, so the children would most likely like it the least.

“These children are afraid of poverty. At least, they don’t have to worry about starving if they become a chef,” Luna said softly with a pitiful gaze.

Mag’s heart constricted too. He remembered how Amy was munching happily on the tough pancake when he had just transmigrated over to this world. Some of the children had a much tougher time than that.

“I can only take in 100 students for the first term. Seems like I have to eliminate many children hardheartedly,” Mag said with a sad smile.

“What requirements do you have? We can eliminate some children first to lessen your workload tomorrow,” Luna asked.

Mag pondered for a while before saying, “Children who are too small can’t reach the stove and can’t lift the pots, so we will set the minimum requirements at being 1.30 meters tall and lifting half a pot of water with one hand. I will decide on the rest after I meet the children.”

Luna nodded and took out a pen and notebook to write the requirement down.

Luna put away the pen and paper and asked Mag with concern, “I heard that you had some trouble with gossip lately. Is it all settled?”