Meg looked toward the source of the voice. It was a little boy who was only about 1.2 meters tall. He looked skinny and weak. Even though he was wearing a brand new school uniform, one could still feel that the loose uniform covered his skinny frame.
However, his eyes were red at that moment, and he was looking at the testing teacher with anticipation.
"Beck, your height doesn't meet the requirements. According to the rules, you can't participate in this class. Come again next year when you're taller." Hilla went forward and patted the little boy's shoulder to comfort him.
"But … I really want to learn how to cook from Mr. Meg. He's my idol! I want to be a chef as good as him. " The little boy named Beck said dejectedly. He lowered his head and could not help but sob. "I … I can really lift that wok."
Hilla sighed and looked at Meg who was standing at the side.
"I can give you a chance. If you can lift that wok with one hand, you'll be accepted." Meg walked over and said to Beck.
Beck raised his head and looked at Meg who was wearing a black-and-white chef's uniform. His eyes lit up, and he said in surprise, "You … You're the head chef, Mr. Meg!"
"You can call me Teacher Meg here." Meg smiled. "I've given you a chance. It's up to you whether you can grasp it or not."
"I'll definitely succeed." Beck nodded solemnly and walked toward the iron wok that was filled with water.
The iron wok and the half wok of water weighed more than five kilograms.
Lifting a five kilogram iron wok with one hand and lifting something that weighed five kilograms were two completely different things.
Being able to control one's own wok was the most basic requirement for a chef. That was also the reason why Meg set up this test.
If you couldn't even handle your own wok, how could you become a chef?
Everyone looked at Beck and cheered him on.
"Beck, do your best!" Hilla even encouraged him.
Beck walked to the iron wok on the ground. He took a deep breath and reached out his skinny hand to grab the handle of the wok.
"Get up!"
Beck shouted and tried to lift the pot up. His face was red from holding it in. However, the pot shook and only left the ground for less than ten centimeters before it fell back to the ground.
"Alas."
Everyone sighed. They had thought that this child who was chasing his dreams would create a miracle, but now it seemed that the miracle did not happen.
Only Meg was still looking at Beck, and his eyes were filled with admiration.
Because this child didn't give up. He wasn't even depressed.
He rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform, revealing a pair of skinny hands. He steadied his horse stance, and his small hands grabbed the handle of the pot from below, allowing the top of the pot to rest on his forearm.
Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and lifted.
Veins popped out on his skinny arms, and Beck's red face looked a little ferocious. However, that iron pot, which was not light even for an adult, was actually lifted up.
And this time, it wasn't a flash in the pan, but a steady rise.
Sweat began to appear on Beck's forehead, and his arms and legs were trembling. The iron pot shook, and the water inside swayed from side to side.
The scene was silent again. Everyone watched this scene, and even held their breaths.
Beck clenched his teeth and stared at the iron pot in front of him. The iron pot shook, and water splashed out, but it was still rising slowly.
Finally, Beck stood up straight and lifted the iron pot above his chest.
"Success!"
Hilla shouted in surprise.
The surrounding students and teachers cheered as well.
A smile appeared on Beck's pale face. As soon as he relaxed, he couldn't hold the iron pot anymore. The iron pot slipped, and his body swayed and fell backward.
"Beck!" Hilla shouted in surprise.
At this moment, a hand grabbed the falling iron pot and supported Beck's falling body from behind.
The heavy iron pot was firmly held, and not a single drop of water splashed out.
On the other hand, Beck was supported by Meg, so he didn't fall to the ground.
"Teacher Meg, I did it!" Beck was slightly stunned, and then he looked at Meg and said excitedly.
"Yes, you did it." Meg smiled and helped him up, and looked at him approvingly. "You've been accepted. You're the first student in the first batch of the advanced class for the God of Cookery."
"Really?! That's great! Thank you! "Beck was so excited that he danced with joy.
Hilla saw that Beck was fine and heaved a sigh of relief. When she heard Meg's words, she also smiled.
She originally thought that Meg's conditions were too harsh and heartless, but at this moment, she saw a glimmer of light in Meg.
Wasn't it more moving to let a child fight for an opportunity than being humane?
Meg looked at the bruise on Beck's arm that was pressed down by the iron pot handle, and his heart was moved. He was very satisfied with this child's temperament.
A person who could be ruthless to himself would become someone very easily as long as he was given a chance.
"Thank you, teachers and aunties, for your help. Let us complete the rest of the interviews. Thank you for your hard work," Meg said to Hilla and the rest.
"This is the name list of the children who passed the screening. Teacher Meg, if you need anything, feel free to look for me anytime." Hilla passed a name list to Meg, and then left with the other teachers and aunties.
Meg looked at the name list of 39 people in his hand. This was not the final name list. He had to conduct a simple interview with them to test their temperament and see if they could become chefs.
He wanted to nurture chefs who could be independent in the future, and not nurture an extracurricular interest for the children.
They might have chosen him for various reasons, but the only requirement he had for these children was that they were really determined to become chefs.
"Is this the practical training teacher? His clothes look so cool! "
"I heard that Teacher is the best chef on the Norland Continent! He is also the most expensive chef. It would be great if I could eat his dishes. "
"Then, if we learn to cook from him, will we become good chefs too?"
"It should be no problem if we can eat our fill."
The students standing at the side discussed softly with anticipation written all over their faces.
Meg heard their words, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He kept the name list, and walked to the children with a smile. "Hello, students. I am your chef practical training teacher, Meg. Thank you for trusting and choosing my course. Next, I will bring you to the practical training center for a tour. After that, we will conduct the final interview. Those who pass the interview will be the students of the first batch of advanced class for the God of Cookery."
"Yes!" the children answered in unison.
"Come in." Meg took out the key to open the door of the practical training center. Currently, only he and Luna had the key to the door of the practical training center in Hope School.
"Wow!"
The students behind Meg exclaimed in unison when they saw the spectacular practical training center on the first floor.
(End of Chapter)
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