In the spacious and generous training center, one hundred sets of pots and stoves with metallic luster are neatly arranged, making it a spectacular sight.
The children present had never seen such a scene before. They were all shocked and opened their mouths wide, as if they were Grandma Liu who had entered the Grand View Garden.
"This is the place where we will learn to cook in the future. The most scientific stove distribution. Here, you can complete most of the food cooking." Mag introduced to the children.
"Teacher, can everyone have a stove of their own?" Baker asked in a low voice.
"Yes, everyone will have an independent stove. During class, you have the right to use all the stoves and spices on the stove." Mag smiled and nodded.
"This is great!" Baker's eyes lit up.
The other children were also excited. These kitchen utensils and stoves looked so cool, completely different from the greasy kitchen they imagined!
Mag looked at the young faces and said solemnly: "Chefing is a hard but rewarding profession. I hope that the students I recruit will all be determined to become excellent chefs, and I also I will do my best to teach you how to be a good cook.”
The children looked at him and their expressions became much more serious.
"Maybe you don't know what kind of profession a chef is. Before the interview, I would like to give you a brief introduction." Mag walked to the nearest stove, and then faced the children who were still standing at the door. He waved and said, "Come around."
The children gathered around and looked at Mag with curiosity.
"A chef is a person whose profession is cooking, and his job is to cook and prepare dishes for guests. The stove is your stage, where you will cut ingredients, cook food, and complete the day's work." Mag picked up a piece of iron Pot, looked at the children and said: "This iron pot weighs twice as much as the pot you lifted earlier. If you become a chef, you may need to tip this pot thousands of times a day. And it’s not an empty pot, it’s a pot full of ingredients.”
The children's faces changed slightly when they heard this, and some even showed signs of shrinking.
This is different from what they imagined after entering this beautiful building, where they can eat well and drink spicy food.
It was already very strenuous for them to carry the big iron pot at the door, but now Teacher McGonagall actually said that here, they need to carry a large iron pot that is twice as heavy as the previous one and filled with various ingredients. , flipping the pot thousands of times.
Baker's expression was also a little worried, but he glanced at the bruise on his arm that had not faded, and his eyes quickly became firm again.
It took a lot of effort for him to get in. What's there to be afraid of if he's a little bit tired?
Mag looked at the children seriously and said: "To be a chef, you must have the 'four gains', that is, fullness, hunger, heat, and coldness. This is a job that requires both mental and physical strength. If If you don’t have a healthy body, strong willpower, or confidence to persevere, then quit early now.”
The children were silent for a while, and three children stood up.
"Teacher, I feel that my strength may not be enough, and I want to quit." A boy who looked quite tall among the children said.
"So are we." The other two children also whispered, lowering their heads in embarrassment.
"No problem, you can cross off your name on this list, and then you can go back to the classroom to choose a course that is more suitable for you." Mag nodded and put the list on the stove.
The three children stepped forward and crossed out their names, said goodbye to Mag, and left quickly.
"Is there anyone who quits voluntarily?" Mag looked at the children and said sternly: "Let me tell you in advance that I am a very strict teacher. If you choose to stay, you must complete all the studies assigned by me. Task. There will be an assessment at the end of each month, and students who fail the assessment will be eliminated."
The hall was quiet for a while, and then four more children came forward, crossed out their names, and voluntarily quit.
"Very good." Mag looked at the remaining thirty-two children, and a smile finally appeared on his serious face. "Welcome to join the God of Cooking advanced class. I hope you will all become independent chefs in the future."
The children were stunned for a moment, as if they had not recovered from Mag's words.
"Teacher, have we all passed?" one child asked.
"Yes, you have passed my test and have the basic qualities and beliefs to become a chef." Mag smiled and nodded, "Of course, this does not mean that you can really become a chef, but you have gained Got a ticket.”
The children had begun to cheer, and the original tension dissipated.
Looking at the energetic young smiling faces, Mag and Mia also had smiles on their faces.
"Okay, let's choose seats on a voluntary basis first. Each stove corresponds to a number. Once you select the seat you like, it will be fixed from now on. This number also represents your student number." Mag said, " After choosing a location, we will introduce ourselves." Mag arranged.
The children dispersed in a hurry and began to look for their favorite spots.
Soon, the children all found their favorite seats, most of them were near the front row, and the row closest to the podium was all occupied.
Mag was quite pleased with the children's eagerness to learn and progress. He raised his hand to signal the children to be quiet, and then said: "Classmates, let me introduce myself to you first. I am Mag, your chef training teacher, and also Mag. The chef of Rice Restaurant. In the next semester, I will provide you with systematic chef training and do my best to make you a qualified chef."
Baker led the applause, and the children followed suit.
Maimi's Restaurant is extremely well-known. Even children like them have heard of that extremely expensive restaurant.
"Okay, then let's start with the students sitting at table one and introduce themselves. Before starting the formal teaching, the teacher needs to get to know you first." Mag said with a smile, looking at the students sitting at table one. Baker.
Baker stood up, smiled shyly, and said, "I am Baker, I am eleven years old. My mother said that my father used to be a very good chef, but I have never met him. I also want to To be a chef, a really good chef, and make delicious food for my mother.”
Mag nodded slightly. It turned out that it was this belief that supported him in lifting the pot.
"This kid is really sensible." Mia looked at Baker with pity.
(End of chapter)
