Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

"Have you learned how to make spicy and sour potato shreds?"

"I went back and made them twice, but they were all burnt, but my father ate them all and said they were good."

"I did it three times and it was successful once, but it was still a bit too sore without a visit."

"Then you should put a little less vinegar, and wait until the pot is hot before adding oil, so that it will not be easily burned..."

At the entrance of the training center, children waiting for class gathered together and discussed their cooking experiences with each other.

"Farah, you must have done a good job, right?" Baker walked up to Farah who was staying alone in the corner.

"No, I just learned how to make hot and sour potato shreds. I'm not good at making salt and pepper potatoes." Farah smiled shyly.

"Have you even learned about salt and pepper potatoes? Teacher McGonagall obviously just mentioned a few words!" Baker looked at Farah in surprise.

Baker's voice attracted the attention of the children, and their eyes fell on Farah one after another.

Farah was not used to being watched by so many people, so she nodded with a slightly red face: "Well, I thought it was quite interesting, so I went back and tried it myself, but I didn't do well."

The children's eyes were filled with admiration and envy. After all, most of them couldn't even make hot and sour potato shreds, but Farah had already started making salt and pepper potatoes.

"Why did the children come so early today?" Mag drove Mia to a stop in front of the training center. He looked at the children standing at the door and said with a smile.

"Hello, Teacher McGonagall!"

"Hello, Teacher Mia!"

The children greeted me warmly, and the love and respect in their expressions were so pure.

Perhaps before this, most of their love for cooking classes came from the delicious food they could taste in each class, but after cooking food for their families, some subtle changes occurred in their mentality.

The affirmation and expectations from their relatives and their own demands to do better gave them different ideas about learning to cook.

Of course, it also made them more clearly aware of the gap between themselves and Teacher McGonagall.

The food cooked by Teacher McGonagall is so delicious that it can make people cry, and the spicy and sour potato shreds they make can make people cry.

"Come in, everyone." Mag also felt the subtle changes in the children, and the smile on his lips became a little thicker.

Doing anything requires motivation. For children of this age, it is not easy for them to establish a sense of mission in their work, but it is not that difficult for them to find the meaning of doing this thing.

This is one of the reasons why he gives homework.

Now it seems that the effect of this homework has met the requirements.

Soon after, the school bell rang and it was time for class.

"Before class today, I want each of you to make a piece of hot and sour potato shreds. I will observe your cooking process and taste your hot and sour potato shreds." Mag looked at the children and said.

The children suddenly became a little nervous when they heard this.

"Teacher, is this an exam?" a child asked.

"For you, this is a test, or an exam." Mag nodded with a smile, "I will give you a score based on the level you have shown, and make a ranking."

Mag does not agree with the so-called happy education. This thing is not feasible in the middle class, let alone these children who are struggling to make ends meet.

Therefore, he wants these children to clearly understand their own level and work hard to climb the rankings.

The cruelty of grades in school is much gentler than hunger.

After hearing Mag's words, the children's expressions were tense with a bit of anticipation.

"Okay, the assessment time is fifteen minutes. All the potatoes and seasonings have been prepared for you. Now, let's start!" After Mag's words fell, the clock on the wall began to count down to fifteen minutes.

Each child received four large potatoes, which meant they had a chance to do it again, but only if they were fast enough.

Wash the potatoes and peel them,

Shred.

Peeling potatoes is quite a test of your knife skills. A steady hand is the key to whether you can peel thin and continuous potato skins.

Mag held an assessment list in her hand and walked around the classroom, scanning the potatoes in the children's hands row by row.

The knife skills practice during this period allowed these children to gradually get started from being unable to even hold a knife, but it will take a long time to practice to achieve proficiency.

For example, the little fat devil named Pete over there, the length of the potato peels he peeled was no more than one centimeter. Between thin and continuous, he chose thin, but the efficiency was greatly reduced.

The classmate next to him chose to peel the potato skin continuously, which made the potato lose weight.

Mag passed by expressionlessly and continued to observe the performance of other students.

When passing by Baker, Mag paused for a moment.

This boy, who is generally a head shorter than his classmates, has found a balance between thinness and continuity. His hand speed is not very fast, but he is more stable. His potato slices are not thin, but he does not waste too many potatoes. Peel two potatoes, just enough to fry a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes.

"It's not bad. It seems that I have practiced carefully when I got home." Mag nodded slightly. It is indeed easier for teachers to have a good impression of hard-working children.

Turning to the other side, Mag stopped in front of Farah's stove.

The potato rotated lightly in Farah's hands, and a thin, translucent potato skin spiraled down.

Yes, a potato, a potato peel.

The peeled potatoes are golden, smooth and delicate, without any fingerprints.

At this level, you can go to Maimi's restaurant and work directly.

"Is this talent? It is indeed enviable." Mag sighed secretly in his heart.

The peeled potatoes were placed on the chopping board. Farah took out the Chinese kitchen knife from the knife holder and started shredding.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

A light and rhythmic sound sounded, and the two potatoes turned into a plate of shredded potatoes, and then were soaked in a plate of water.

Mag continued to pass by, and this girl's knife skills became more and more proficient. This weekend, because of the elves, she was eliminated, which was a waste of free labor.

The shredded potatoes were cut quickly, and although the level was different, they were still fired one after another.

Mag returned to the podium, and as the shredded potatoes were put into the pot, the aroma gradually began to rise.

However, something happened soon.

The smell of paste and sourness began to spread, and the smell gradually became more complex.

Mag frowned and glanced at the shredded potatoes in Pete's pot that were gradually turning black and carbonized. Although sweat was dripping from his forehead, he still kept the fire on and kept running. It seemed that as long as he stir-fried fast enough, the pot would never get burnt. generally.

Farah was the first to cook, and her excellent knife skills bought her a lot of time. It only took five minutes to prepare a special dish of spicy and sour potato shreds.

She glanced at the classmates who were still working hard, then at the salt and pepper on hand and the two remaining potatoes on the side.

After a moment's hesitation, she picked up the remaining two potatoes and started peeling them.

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