Anyone could be great if they had a dream.
Beck's self-introduction was applauded and encouraged by his classmates, and the other children also began to introduce themselves.
These children had all grown up in a tough environment, and had a tenacious character that was rarely seen in their peers. This made Meg very satisfied.
Learning to cook was a very arduous journey. To these half-grown children, whether they could persevere or not was the biggest obstacle in their future.
But now, it seemed that these children more or less had their own beliefs and perseverance. Although there was no guarantee that they could persevere, at least they were more hardworking than the average child.
And among them, a little girl named Farah left a deep impression on him.
She was sitting in the corner, seat number 45. Her short brown hair was a little yellow due to malnutrition, but she was half a head taller than the boys her age. She had deep and delicate facial features, and a pair of gray cat ears were faintly discernible under her short hair.
Yes, she was a half-orc. She was half human and half orc.
Even in Chaos City, the situation of mixed-race people was not good. This had been proven by Amy and Yabemiya.
Meg looked at her slightly stooped body, and couldn't hide the inferiority in her timid eyes.
Her self-introduction was very simple. Her name was Farah, and she wanted to be a chef because she wanted to live.
Mag smiled, and said, "Alright, I've remembered all of your names. I hope that at the end of this semester, I'll still be able to see all of you sitting in your seats and completing your first term's studies."
The children looked at him, and their pure eyes seemed to sparkle like stars.
There were 32 children, and only three of them were girls. The rest were all boys.
Among them, there were humans, demons, and orcs. Among them, humans were the most numerous.
And at this moment, Meg suddenly realized something. His selection criteria seemed to have directly excluded dwarves and goblins from the list.
Seems like I'll have to change the rules for the next term, Meg thought to himself. He couldn't be labeled as being discriminated against.
After the self-introductions, everyone had a basic understanding of each other. Meg didn't say much, and went straight to the lesson. "Now, let me introduce our workstations, which are the stoves in front of you. The stoves are divided into several areas …"
In the first lesson, Meg didn't rush to teach the children how to cook. Instead, he gave them a detailed and interesting introduction about the kitchen and some basic knowledge of being a chef.
Before learning how to be a chef, it was important to understand their workplace and job scope, as well as some basic manners.
Meg looked at the students seriously, and said, "Students, remember that the kitchen is a chef's face... If you can't even keep your face is clean and can't withstand the guests' inspection, then you don't deserve to be a chef."
The students nodded solemnly. They felt that they had learned a lot of useful knowledge today.
Meg raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was almost 11 o 'clock.
"Okay, then today's lesson is over. It was a pleasure to meet all of you." Meg looked at the children with a smile.
The children stood up reluctantly and were about to say goodbye to their teacher.
"It's almost lunchtime. Today's first lesson didn't teach you how to cook, but I've decided to make lunch for everyone. Eat before class ends," Meg continued.
"Yay!"
The children cheered. They had just listened to Meg talk a lot, and they were hungry. They didn't expect their teacher to make lunch for them.
Mia walked over with a big box of ingredients.
Meg opened the box and took out various ingredients.
"Today, I'm going to make the signature dish of our restaurant for lunch. It's also the first dish of our restaurant — Yangzhou Fried Rice." Meg took out the Fat Head Fish. A cold light flashed, illuminating the children's eyes.
"The ingredients we used are eggs, ham, tree mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots …" Meg introduced the ingredients to the children one by one. Now, let's cut it into the size of a grain of rice.
He grabbed a winter bamboo shoot and threw it up. Then, he raised the knife and slashed it down.
The winter bamboo shoot fell down, turning into the size of a grain of rice, neatly falling into a plate prepared at the side.
"Have you all learned it?" Meg looked at the children, whose mouths were wide open in shock.
The children all shook their heads.
What did they learn? They didn't even learn how to use their eyes!
"It doesn't matter. It's good that you can't learn it now. But as long as you learn from me, you will be able to master this skill in the future," Meg said with a smile.
The children's eyes lit up, and they were full of anticipation for the next lesson.
The fancy cutting made the children exclaim again and again.
Seeing Teacher Meg cook had completely subverted their imaginations about cooking.
The ingredients were all in his hands, and they could be changed into any shape he wanted.
Moreover, the whole process was like a performance. It was so smooth that people couldn't help but exclaim.
After finishing the cutting, Meg turned on the six stoves at the same time, preparing to make 32 servings of Yangzhou Fried Rice in one go.
Above Meg's stoves, there was a projector for real-time broadcasting. On both sides of the podium were enlarged projection screens, which ensured that the children sitting in the last row could see the content of his lesson clearly.
The iron wok was heated up, the lard was added, the spices were added, and the side dishes were added. Meg held the iron ladle in one hand and wandered between the stoves. After a while, the fragrance of the fried rice spread out.
"It smells so good!"
"Slurp! I think it will be super delicious! "
"I heard that a serving of Yangzhou Fried Rice costs several hundred copper coins at Mamy's."
"So expensive! Will we be able to make such expensive and delicious food in the future? "
The children discussed in low voices, staring at the colorful fried rice on the big screen, and couldn't stop drooling.
Da da da da da.
Meg turned off the fire on the stoves one by one, and then put the fried rice on the plate that Mia had already prepared.
One ladle, one bowl. 32 servings of Yangzhou Fried Rice. The color and amount of each serving were exactly the same.
Meg put down the iron ladle, looked at the children with shining eyes, and said with a smile, "Students, according to the order of your student numbers, come up and take your lunch."
Baker was the first to stand up. He trotted to the podium, took a plate of Yangzhou Fried Rice from Mia with a devout expression, and carefully carried it back to his seat.
The children went up to the podium according to the order of their student numbers to get their lunch.
"Oh — so delicious!"
"This is too delicious! I bit my tongue … "
"I've decided! I must become an excellent chef! I will cook for myself every day! "
For a moment, the children's praises were endless.
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