Mag heard the footsteps and looked up towards the door. Farah put down her hand that was about to knock on the door and said softly: "Teacher Mag, I want to borrow a book to read."
"You can choose whatever book you want to read, and then put it back in its original place after reading it." McGonagall said with a gentle smile.
"Yeah." Farah smiled and nodded, walked in the door, quickly pulled out a copy of Nolan Continent Chronicles from the bookshelf, and then pushed out of Mag's office.
"This girl, I didn't expect to be so interested in history." Mag whispered to himself.
The child Farah had left a deep impression on him and Mia from the first time he came to class. He was a child with a somewhat low self-esteem and a withdrawn attitude.
In the past two weeks of contact, this child has shown amazing talent in learning cooking skills.
If Baker is a hard-working child with ordinary talent, then Farrah is what others call a genius child.
While other children were still struggling with how to control the wide kitchen knife and cut the ingredients into smooth sections, Farah was able to complete all the preparation of ingredients for Yangzhou fried rice, and it was the kind that left Mag with no choice.
Mag was almost driven crazy by the torture in the Master of Cooking training ground, but Farah took control in just two lessons.
Her cat origin gives her powers of observation and control that are far beyond ordinary people, and she obviously has a smart mind.
The talent she showed in cooking and Mia's contact with her classmates made her seem to have solved a lot of knots in her heart, and she looked a little more cheerful than before.
But she is still quiet, but she no longer hides in the corner, and has a new hobby of reading.
Mag has everything and a lot of books, so she is allowed to come to the training center to read half an hour in advance before each class.
Five minutes before class, Farah returned to McGonagall's office holding her books.
"If you like it, take it home and read it slowly. Then return it when you're done." Mag said with a smile.
A trace of joy flashed in Farah's eyes, but she quickly shook her head and said, "My mother said that after school, you must complete the homework assigned by the teacher and not waste time doing other things."
Mag helped her put the heavy books back on the bookshelf, then looked at her and asked: "There will be no classes tomorrow on Saturday. Will Farah come to the restaurant to work part-time?"
Farah's eyes lit up, but soon showed some hesitation and entanglement.
"Just tell your mother that I invited you there. Your study progress is different from that of your classmates, and I plan to teach you something different." Mag smiled.
A smile appeared on Farah's face, and she looked at Mag and asked, "What time will I arrive at your restaurant tomorrow?"
"I arrive at the restaurant at 6:30 in the morning. The part-time job lasts all day. You can experience what it takes to run a restaurant from morning to night."
"Okay, I'll be there on time." Farah nodded and went downstairs.
Mag packed up the lesson plans on the table and went downstairs.
The children have arrived, and they are not idle. They are practicing their knife skills seriously.
To become an excellent chef, solid basic skills are very important.
Mag walked around the training hall. From the finished products on the students' cutting boards, one could see their current level and whether they had trained at home in the past few days.
Two classes a week are too short for learning cooking skills. If you don’t practice at home on weekdays, there will be no progress.
After all, there are only a few geniuses like Farah in this world.
Fortunately, what pleased Mag was that most of the students' knife skills had improved significantly. The degree varied, but they all had traces of practice.
"Clyde, haven't you touched a kitchen knife since you got home?" Mag stopped next to a slightly obese teenager, looked at the potatoes of different sizes on his chopping board, and asked calmly.
The boy known as Clyde blushed, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "Old...teacher, I don't have a kitchen knife at home."
"No kitchen knife?" This answer shocked Mag.
"My mother never cuts the food when cooking. She cooks it directly and then breaks it open with her hands to eat. My father does have a big knife, but he never lets me touch it." Clay buried his head deeper and peeked. He glanced at Mag, "But, my mother promised me that she would buy me a kitchen knife in the future, so that I can practice knife skills at home."
Mag looked at the young man whose head was almost buried in his chest, and suddenly felt a little distressed and remorseful.
"It doesn't matter. Although I haven't practiced much, my cutting is still improved compared to the last class. Work hard, you can do better." McGonagall patted his shoulder gently.
Brad raised his head in disbelief and met Mag's encouraging eyes. It was as if a light suddenly shone into his heart and he gained full motivation.
"Go on." Mag said and walked towards the next classmate.
Looking at these children wearing new school uniforms, he sometimes forgets that they came to Hope Academy from extremely poor family conditions, and some things that he takes for granted may not be so for them.
For children from poor families, it is difficult for their families to even feed themselves, and it is almost impossible for them to practice cooking skills at home.
"Okay kids, that's the end of the pre-class practice. We won't be talking about knife skills in this class today. I'm going to show you how to use various pots and pans."
Mag came to the podium, loudly interrupted the students' knife skills practice, and started class.
Yabei Mia was sitting upright in the back row, with a notebook at hand, occasionally recording a few key points, very much like the thirty-third student.
Before I knew it, the school bell rang.
The children looked at McGonagall expectantly. According to the experience of the previous classes, Teacher McGonagall would make them a dinner and let them eat it before going home.
"Children, I am not going to cook dinner for you today." Mag said with a smile.
The children couldn't hide their disappointment when they heard this.
"However, I have prepared a gift for everyone." Mag raised his hand and pointed to the back of the training hall.
The children turned around.
Thirty-two gray-black cloth bags were neatly arranged next to Mia, who was standing with a smile, and a pot handle protruded from the bag.
"This is?"
The children looked confused and puzzled.
"After these days of study, you already have a general understanding of chefs. In order to allow you to better practice cooking skills at home, I have prepared an iron pot and a kitchen knife for each of you. There are also some in the bag. There is a sack of potatoes.
The after-school homework assigned to you this time is to go home and cook a dinner for your family using potatoes. Mag said with a smile.
"Give me a kitchen knife and an iron pot!"
The children's eyes lit up one after another.
"Am I finally going to have my own kitchen knife?!" Clay jumped even more excitedly.
(End of chapter)
