Mag looked over when he heard the sound, and saw that he was a little boy, only about 1.2 meters tall. He looked thin and frail. He was wearing a brand new school uniform, but he could still feel that the loose uniform had a thin body.
However, his eyes were red at the moment, looking expectantly at the testing teacher beside him.
"Beck, your height does not meet the requirements. According to the rules, you cannot participate in this course. Please wait until you are taller next year before coming back." Sheila stepped forward and patted the little boy's shoulder gently to comfort him.
"But... I really want to learn cooking from Mr. McGonagall. He is my idol! I want to be as good a chef as him." The little boy named Baker said with some frustration, lowering his head and enduring He couldn't help but sob, "I...I can really lift that pot."
Silla sighed and looked at Mag who was standing aside.
"I can give you a chance. If you can lift the pot with one hand, you will be admitted." Mag came over and looked at Baker and said.
Baker raised his head and looked at Mag, who was wearing a black and white chef uniform. His eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "You... you are Mr. Chef Mag!"
"Here, you can call me Teacher McGonagall." McGonagall said with a smile, "The opportunity is given to you. Whether you can seize it or not depends on you."
"I will definitely succeed." Baker nodded solemnly and walked towards the iron pot filled with water.
The iron pot plus the half pot of water weighs more than ten kilograms.
Lifting a ten-pound iron pot by holding the handle is completely different from simply lifting a ten-pound object.
Mastering your own pot is the most basic requirement for a chef, which is why McGonagall set up this test.
How can you be a chef if you can't even cook your own pot?
Everyone present looked at Baker and secretly encouraged him.
"Baker, come on!" Sheila even encouraged her.
Baker came to an iron pot on the ground, took a deep breath, stretched out his thin hand and grabbed the handle of the pot.
"stand up!"
Baker screamed and lifted it up hard, his face turned red from suppressing it, but the pot shook and only left the ground less than ten centimeters before falling to the ground again.
"well."
Everyone sighed, thinking that this child chasing his dream would be able to achieve a miracle, but now it seems that the miracle has not happened.
Only Mag was still looking at Baker, and his gaze became more and more appreciative.
Because the kid didn't give up or even get frustrated.
He rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform, revealing a pair of thin little hands. He stepped more firmly on the horse and grabbed the pot handle from below, letting the top of the pot handle rest against his forearm.
He took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and raised his head.
Veins popped out on his thin arms, and Baker's red face looked a little ferocious, but the iron pot, which was not light even for an adult, was actually lifted.
And this time it’s not a flash in the pan, but a steady rise.
Sweat began to appear on Baker's forehead, his arms and legs were trembling, the iron pot was shaking, and the water in it was swaying from side to side.
The scene was silent again, everyone looked at this scene and even held their breath.
Baker gritted his teeth and stared at the iron pot in front of him. The iron pot was shaking and splashing, but it was always rising slowly.
Finally, Baker stood up straight and raised the iron pot above his chest.
"Success!"
Sheila shouted in surprise.
The students and teachers who were watching also burst into cheers.
A smile appeared on Baker's somewhat pale face. As soon as he relaxed, he could no longer hold the iron pot. The iron pot slipped and his body swayed backwards.
"Beck!" Sheila exclaimed.
At this moment, a hand grasped the falling iron pot and supported Baker's fallen body from behind.
The heavy iron pot was held firmly and not a drop of water spilled out.
Baker, on the other hand, was held up by Mag's hand and did not fall to the ground.
"Teacher Mag, I succeeded!" Baker was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mag and said excitedly.
"Yes, you succeeded." Mag smiled and straightened him up, looking at him approvingly, "You are admitted, the first student in the first advanced class of God of Cooking."
"Really?! That's great! Thank you!" Baker danced excitedly.
Silla breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Baker was fine, and when she heard Mag's words, she also showed a bit of a smile on her face.
Originally she thought the conditions set by Mag were too harsh and unkind, but now she saw some light in Mag.
Isn’t it more touching to give children the opportunity they strive for than the human touch?
Mag glanced at the bruise on Baker's arm that was pressed by the handle of the pot, and felt a slight movement in his heart. He was very satisfied with the child's character.
A person who can be cruel to himself will easily become successful as long as he is given a chance.
"Thank you teachers and aunties for your help. Then let us complete the next interview. You are done." Mag, Sheila and others said.
"This is the list of children who have passed the screening. If Teacher McGonagall needs anything, you can come to me at any time." Sheila handed a list to McGonagall, and then left with other teachers and aunts.
Mag looked at the list of thirty-nine students in his hand. This was not the final list of students. He needed to conduct a simple interview with them to test their character and whether they could become a chef.
What he wants to cultivate is chefs who can act independently in the future, rather than cultivating extracurricular interests for children.
They may have chosen him for various reasons, but his only requirement for choosing these kids was that they truly aspired to become a chef.
"Is this the training teacher? His clothes look so cool!"
"I heard that the teacher is the most powerful chef in Nolan Continent! He is also the most expensive chef. It would be great if I could eat his cooking."
"Then if we learn to cook from him, will we also become great chefs?"
"It should be no problem if you can eat well."
The students standing aside were talking quietly, with expectations written all over their faces.
When Mag heard what they said, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, he put away the list, walked up to the children, and said with a smile: "Hello, classmates, I am your chef training teacher Mag. Thank you for trusting me and choosing my course. Next, I will take you to visit the training center, and then conduct a final interview with you. The students who pass the interview will be the students of the first Master of Chef advanced class."
"Okay!" the children agreed in unison.
"Come in." Mag took out the key and opened the door of the training center. Currently, in Hope Academy, only Luna and he had the door key to the training center.
"Wow!"
The students following Mag looked at the spectacular training center on the first floor and let out a chorus of exclamations.
(End of chapter)
