In the spacious training center, a hundred sets of metal pots and stoves were lined up neatly, creating a spectacular sight to behold.
The children present had never seen anything like this before, and all of them gaped in shock, as if they were Granny Liu in the Grand View Garden.
"This is where we'll learn how to cook in the future. This is the most scientific distribution of stoves. You'll be able to cook most of the food here," Meg introduced to the children.
"Teacher, can everyone have their own stoves?" Beck asked in a low voice.
"Yes, everyone will have their own stoves. During class, you have the right to use all of the cooking utensils and condiments on the stoves." Meg nodded with a smile.
"That's awesome!" Beck's eyes lit up.
The other children were also excited. These cooking utensils and stoves looked so cool. It was completely different from the greasy kitchen that they had imagined!
Mag looked at those young faces with a serious expression, and said, "Being a chef is a tough job, but the rewards are good. I hope that the students I recruit are all people who are determined to become outstanding chefs, and I will do my best to teach all of you how to become outstanding chefs."
The children looked at him, and their expressions became much more serious.
"Perhaps you don't know what kind of profession a chef is. Before the interview, I'd like to give you a brief introduction." Meg walked toward the nearest stove and waved at the children who were still standing at the door. "Gather around."
The children all gathered around and looked at Meg with curiosity.
"A chef is a person whose profession is cooking. Their job is to cook and prepare dishes for their customers. The stove is your stage. You'll be here to cut ingredients, cook, and complete the day's work. " Meg picked up an iron pot and looked at the children. "This iron pot is twice as heavy as the one you were holding before. If you become a chef, you may have to toss this pot thousands of times in a day. Furthermore, it's not an empty pot, but a full pot of ingredients."
The children's expressions changed slightly upon hearing this, and some of them even showed signs of retreating.
This was different from what they had imagined. After entering this beautiful building, they would be able to eat and drink well.
Just now, when they were at the entrance, they already felt that it was very strenuous to carry the big iron pot, but now, Teacher Meg actually said that here, they needed to carry a big iron pot that was twice as heavy as the previous one, fill it with all kinds of ingredients, and toss the pot several thousand times.
Beck was also a little worried, but when he saw the bruises on his arm that had yet to fade, his gaze quickly became resolute.
It wasn't easy for him to get in here, so what was there to be afraid of if it was a bit tiring?
With a serious expression, Meg looked at the children and said, "To be a chef, you must have 'four essentials', namely, being full, being hungry, being hot, and being cold. This is a job that requires both mental and physical strength. If you don't have a healthy physique, strong willpower, and confidence to persevere, then you should quit now. "
The children were silent for a while. Then, three of them stood out.
"Teacher, I feel like I don't have enough strength. I want to quit," said a boy who was rather tall among the children.
"Us too," the other two children also whispered, lowering their heads in embarrassment.
"No problem. You can cross your names off this list, and then go back to the classroom to choose a more suitable course for you." Meg nodded and put the list on the stove.
The three children stepped forward and crossed off their names. After saying goodbye to Meg, they quickly left.
"Is there anyone else who wants to quit?" Meg looked at the children and said rather sternly, "I'll tell you in advance that I'm a very strict teacher. If you choose to stay, then you must complete all the learning tasks I assign. There will be an assessment at the end of every month. Students who fail the assessment will be eliminated. "
The hall was silent for a while. Then, another four children stepped forward and crossed off their names, voluntarily quitting.
"Very good." Meg looked at the remaining 32 children, and a smile finally appeared on his serious face. "Welcome to the God of Cookery Advanced Class. I hope that you can all become independent chefs in the future."
The children were stunned, as if they hadn't recovered from Meg's words.
"Teacher, have we all passed?" a child asked.
"Yes, you have passed my test. You have the basic qualities and beliefs to become a chef." Meg smiled and nodded. "Of course, this doesn't mean that you can really become a chef, but you have received an admission ticket."
The children had already begun to cheer, and the original tension had dissipated.
Looking at the energetic smiling faces, Meg and Mia's faces also revealed smiles.
"Okay, let's first choose our seats according to the principle of voluntariness. Each stove corresponds to a number. After you choose your favorite seat, it will be fixed in the future. This number also represents your student ID," Meg said. "After choosing your seat, we will introduce ourselves," Meg arranged.
The children dispersed and began to look for their favorite seats.
Soon, the children found their favorite seats. Most of them were near the front row, and the row closest to the podium was completely occupied.
Meg was very pleased with the children's enthusiasm for learning. He raised his hand to signal the children to be quiet, and then said, "Students, let me first introduce myself. I am Meg, your chef training teacher, and also the head chef of Mamy's. In the next semester, I will conduct systematic chef training for you. I will do my best to make you a qualified chef. "
Baker took the lead in applauding, and the children followed suit.
Mamy's was very famous. Even the children had heard of that expensive restaurant.
"Alright, then let's begin with the students sitting at table one. Before we begin our lesson, I'd like to get to know all of you," Mag said with a smile as he turned to look at Becker, who was sitting at table one.
Baker stood up, smiled a little shyly, and said, "I am Baker, 11 years old this year. My mother said that my father used to be a very good chef, but I have never seen him. I also want to be a chef, a very good chef, and then cook delicious dishes for my mother."
Meg nodded slightly. So it was this kind of belief that supported him to raise that wok.
"This child is very sensible." Mia looked at Baker with pity.
(End of Chapter)
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