The children happily carried the gifts from Mag back home. Compared with a delicious dinner, they were more excited to have their own kitchen knives and iron pots.
In today's class, Teacher McGonagall just taught them how to make a dish called 'Hot and Sour Potato Shreds' using potatoes, which seemed very simple.
Now that they have knives and pots, as well as potatoes and side dishes, the children can't wait to go home and show off their cooking skills to their families.
"Aren't those students from the Master of Cooking advanced class? What are they carrying?"
"School bag?"
"No, it looks like a pot. Look, there's a handle."
"Are you giving out pot in class? This teacher McGonagall is quite interesting."
Other teachers and students were quite surprised when they saw the children in the God of Cooking advanced class neatly carrying black backpacks.
"Boss, didn't you say before that you would not give them knives and pots until their cooking skills were approved by you?" Yabei Mia helped pack things and looked at Mag with some confusion.
"I did think so before, giving them kitchen knives and pots as a recognition of their apprenticeship." Mag smiled and nodded, "But today I suddenly figured out something. For these children, maybe not every Any child can reach a level that I recognize, but if they have a handy kitchen knife for daily practice, their chances of success will be higher, and as long as they work hard enough, that's enough."
Yabei Mia nodded thoughtfully, looked at Mag and smiled: "Boss, you are such a good person."
Mag smiled noncommittally and walked towards the door, "We should go back and prepare for business."
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"Mother, I'm back." Farah walked into a dark and narrow bungalow carrying a black cloth bag.
A somewhat stooped and thin figure stood up from the only small window in the room, poured a bowl of water from a chipped pottery bowl, looked at Farah and said with a smile: "Farah is back, are you tired from class today?"
Farah took the pottery bowl, drank the water in a few sips, smiled and said, "I'm not tired, I'm not tired at all from class."
"What are you carrying?" Mother noticed the black cloth bag on Farah's back.
"This is a gift from Teacher McGonagall, an iron pot, a kitchen knife, and a bag of potatoes." Farah put the cloth bag on the ground and took out one thing after another. The last thing he took out was a book ——"Journey to the Wonderful World".
Farah looked at the book in his hand for a moment, his eyes suddenly turned red, but he couldn't help but smile.
This was a book on Teacher McGonagall's bookshelf. She originally planned to wait until she finished reading the Chronicle before reading this book, but she didn't expect that he actually gave this book to her.
"There are so many things, they are too expensive. Did Teacher McGonagall really give them to all the children?" Farah's mother said uneasily, running her fingers over the smooth bottom of the pot. She had never seen such good things. pot.
"Yes, mother, the teacher said that in order to allow us to better practice cooking skills at home, he gave us pots and knives." Farah nodded, put the book in his hand on the bed aside, and said: "And today we have We were given a homework assignment to make a dinner for the family using potatoes.”
"Are you coming to cook?" Farah's mother looked at her in surprise.
"Well, I learned how to make potatoes today." Farah nodded, took four potatoes from the bag, and walked to the simple kitchen nearby.
Farah's mother, Isa, followed her in. Although the conditions at home were not good, she had never let Farah do cooking alone since she was a child.
Some time ago, Farah successfully entered Hope Academy with the help of Principal Luna. Last week, the child came back and said that she had entered the Master of Cooking advanced class and would learn cooking skills from the most powerful chef in the world.
She is very pleased that her child can eat enough every day and can read and learn knowledge.
As for Farah's learning to cook, she didn't take it too seriously. She just told her children not to delay their studies, so she didn't bother too much.
Being a chef is not a simple and easy task. Although she does some small handicrafts at home every day and does not go out much, she also heard that the son of the family next door became a chef apprentice. Not only does she eat well, but she also has a meal every month. With a salary of one thousand copper coins, he became the envy of his neighbors.
But being a chef is not an easy task. I heard that the son of that family has not been home for more than a month. He stays in the kitchen every day to practice his cooking skills. His father went to see him two days ago and said that his food was not bad. , but I lost a lot of weight.
As for her own child, who takes two classes at school every week and wants to become a chef, she doesn't believe that the teacher is really that good.
Farah glanced at the small pot of porridge that was left in the pottery pot on the side, and said, "I'll heat up the porridge, fry some shredded hot and sour potatoes, and make some salt and pepper potatoes."
"What?" Isa looked confused.
"The teacher taught us two dishes in class today, but the salt and pepper potatoes were briefly mentioned without demonstration. I want to try making them." Farah said while lighting the fire to heat the porridge.
"Food is a very precious thing and cannot be wasted." Isha warned seriously. During this period, Farah ate at school. The family was a little better off, but still poor.
These foods, called potatoes, seemed like they should be enough to fill the stomach, and it would be a pity if Farah wasted them.
"Yeah, I know." Farah nodded and held the kitchen knife on the side.
Isa felt as if Farah had suddenly changed, with a confidence that surprised her.
She was seen holding a potato in one hand, and the broad kitchen knife quickly rotated against the surface of the potato. A long thin potato skin rotated and extended downwards. In the blink of an eye, the skins of four potatoes were peeled off.
Look at the potato skin again. It is as thin as paper, even in width, and there is no break in the middle.
The peeled potatoes were placed on the cutting board. As the kitchen knife rose and fell, it made an even sound. The two potatoes were cut into even thin strips, and then soaked in a bowl of water nearby.
The remaining two potatoes were cut into evenly sized hob pieces and soaked in a bowl for later use.
"This knife skill?!"
Yi Ni's mouth was open for a long time, with an incredible expression on her face.
This...is this really her child?
When did she master such exquisite knife skills?
Farah didn't pay attention to her mother's emotional changes. All her attention was focused on cooking.
Although her knife skills are already good, this is the first time for her to cook by herself.
The porridge in the pot was already tumbling. She took the towel and put the pot aside on the ground, and then put the iron pot on the stove.
The pork skin is smeared on the bottom of the pot, leaving a little oily smell. First stir-fry the dried chili peppers in the pot to get the spiciness, and then add the drained potato shreds.
Farah held the iron pot with one hand and the spatula with the other. The golden potato shreds were stir-frying in the pot, and the aroma gradually came out.
"smell good."
Yi Ni, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
(End of chapter)
