Anyone who has a dream can be great.
Baker's self-introduction received applause and encouragement from his classmates, and other children also began to introduce themselves.
These children grew up in a difficult environment and had a tough character that was rare among their peers, which made Mag very satisfied.
Learning to cook is a very arduous process. For these half-year-old children, whether they can persevere is the biggest obstacle to their future.
But at present, it seems that these children have their own beliefs and persistence. Although there is no guarantee that they will persevere, they are at least more able to endure hardships and stand hard work than ordinary children.
Among them, a little girl named Farah impressed him deeply.
She is sitting in the corner, seat No. 45. Her short brown hair is a little yellowed due to malnutrition, but she is half a head taller than boys of the same age. She has deep and delicate facial features, wearing a Under her short hair, a pair of gray cat ears loomed.
Yes, she is a half-orc, half human and half orc.
Even in the city of chaos, the situation of interracial mixed-race children is not good. This has been verified by Amy and Yabei Mia.
Mag looked at her slightly hunched body, and her timid eyes could not hide her inferiority complex.
She just introduced herself simply, her name is Farah, and she wants to be a chef because she wants to survive.
Mag smiled and said: "Okay, I have remembered every student's name. I hope that at the end of this semester, I can still see the students here still sitting in your seats and completing the first period of study.”
The children looked at him, their pure eyes shining like stars.
Of the thirty-two children, only three were girls and the rest were boys.
Among them are humans, demons, and orcs, with humans being the most numerous.
At this moment, Mag suddenly realized something. His selection criteria seemed to directly exclude dwarves and goblins from the list.
"It seems that the rules need to be modified in the next issue." Mag thought in his heart, he could not be labeled as discriminatory.
After self-introduction, everyone had a basic understanding. Mag didn't chat much and started to enter the course directly: "Now let me introduce to you our workbench, which is the stove in front of you. The stove is divided into Several areas…”
In the first class, Mag did not rush to teach the children how to cook. Instead, he gave them some basic knowledge about the kitchen and being a chef in a detailed yet interesting way.
Before learning how to become a chef, it is very important to understand your workplace and work content, as well as some basic qualities.
"Students, please remember that the kitchen is the face of a chef. If you can't even keep your own face clean and tidy and can't stand the test of guests, then you are not worthy of being a chef." Mag looked at the students. He said with a serious expression.
The students nodded solemnly, feeling that they had learned a lot of useful knowledge today.
Mag raised his hand and glanced at the watch. The time was approaching eleven o'clock.
"Okay, that concludes today's study session. Nice to meet you all." Mag looked at the children with a smile.
The children stood up unfinished and prepared to say goodbye to the teacher.
"Lunch time is coming soon. Today's first class didn't teach you how to cook, but I decided to make a lunch for everyone, and everyone will eat before the get out of class is over." Mag continued.
"Great!"
The children cheered. They had just listened to Mag's talk a lot and were very hungry. They did not expect that the teacher would make lunch for them.
Mia came over carrying a large food box.
Mag opened the box and took out various ingredients.
"What I'm cooking for you at noon today is the signature dish of our restaurant, and it's also the first dish launched by the restaurant - Yangzhou fried rice." Mag pulled out the fat-headed fish, and a flash of cold light illuminated the children's eyes.
"The ingredients we use include eggs, ham, tree mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots..." Mag introduced the ingredients to the children one by one, and now we simply cut them into rice-sized pieces.
He grabbed a winter bamboo shoot and threw it upwards. The knife fell in his hand, and the cold light shone.
The winter bamboo shoots fell and turned into rice-sized particles, neatly falling into the plate prepared nearby.
"Have you learned it?" Mag asked, looking at the children with their mouths wide open and shocked expressions on their faces.
The children all shook their heads.
What have you learned? I haven’t even learned how to use my eyes!
"It doesn't matter. You can't learn it now, but as long as you follow me and study hard, you will all be able to master this skill in the future." Mag smiled.
The children's eyes lit up one after another, and they were suddenly full of expectations for the next study.
The fancy matching made the children amazed again and again.
Watching Teacher McGonagall cook completely subverted their imagination of cooking.
Every ingredient came into his hands and transformed into any form according to his wishes.
And the whole process is like a performance, so smooth that people can't help but be amazed.
After the mixing was completed, Mag turned on six stoves at the same time, preparing to cook Yangzhou fried rice for thirty-two people at once.
Above Mag's stove, there is a real-time projection device, and there are enlarged projection screens on both sides of the podium to ensure that the children sitting in the last row can clearly see his teaching content.
The iron pot was heated, the lard was added to the pot, the spices were sautéed, and the side dishes were added to the pot. Mag held the iron spoon in one hand and walked between the stoves. After a while, the aroma of fried rice spread.
"smell good!"
"Suck it! It will feel super delicious!"
"I heard them say that a serving of Yangzhou fried rice costs hundreds of copper coins at Maimi Restaurant."
"So expensive! Can we make such expensive and delicious food in the future?"
The children were talking quietly, staring at the brightly colored fried rice on the big screen, and kept swallowing.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.
Mag turned off the stoves one by one, and then put the fried rice on the plate that Mia had already set aside.
One spoonful, one bowl, thirty-two portions of Yangzhou fried rice, each portion is exactly the same in color and weight.
Mag put down the iron spoon, looked at the children with shining eyes, and said with a smile: "Students, please come up and take away your lunch in the order of your student number."
Baker was the first to stand up, trotted to the podium, took a plate of Yangzhou fried rice from Mia's hand with a pious look, and carefully brought it back to his seat.
The children came to the stage in order of their student numbers to receive their lunch.
"Mmm--it's delicious!"
"This is so delicious! I almost bit my tongue..."
"I have decided! I must become an excellent chef! Cook for myself every day!"
For a time, the children's praises couldn't be heard.
