"Other teachers are afraid that they can't recruit students, but Mr. Meg is really good. More than 400 students signed up, but only 32 of them stayed. Isn't this nonsense?"
"Didn't he say that he would recruit 100 students? Why did he change his mind in the end? Such a big practical training center with only 32 students, isn't it a waste of space? "
"Yes, the other practical training teachers don't have enough space. If Mr. Meg's practical training center is empty, headmaster, can you let him open it to other teachers? Aren't there three floors upstairs?"
Several old teachers gathered in the headmaster's office and discussed with Luna about the teaching space.
Their tone was not harsh, but with some helplessness.
"Dear teachers, I have contacted the construction team about the practical training space. They are going to build a comprehensive practical training building in the northwest corner of the school. They will use the method of night construction to not affect the children's daily classes. It can be completed in a month at the earliest." Luna looked at the old teachers and smiled. "I know that you all want to let the children have a good teaching space, but the chef practical training center is funded by Mr. Meg. At the beginning, it was also agreed that this building would be handed over to him for chef teaching. Now how can it be used for other purposes?"
"But …"
"As for the fact that Teacher Mag is only taking in 30 students, he has also told me before that learning to cook is different from learning knowledge. A strong physique and a firm will are the most basic requirements. Among the children in our batch, only these 32 can meet his requirements." Luna looked at the teachers and said sincerely, "I hope you can understand that Mr. Meg is choosing students and teaching with a responsible attitude for the students. The students choose the teachers, and the teachers choose the students. This is the right I give to every teacher."
The office was quiet for a while.
"Alas, these children have lived a hard life in the past. How can they have strong bodies?" An old teacher sighed.
"You don't have to worry about that. These children are all still growing. I've only been eating at school for a week, and I can see that the students in the class are already starting to grow taller. In less than two months, there will definitely be more children who can meet Teacher Mag's requirements," another teacher said with a smile.
"Yes, these little fellows are growing really fast. I see that their appetite is much bigger than the students in Chaos School."
Speaking of the children's appetite, the old teachers all smiled.
Luna's words made sense, so the old teachers did not continue to pester her. After chatting for a while, they all left.
"Phew …" Luna let out a sigh of relief. Even though she was now the principal, facing this group of teachers, she still felt pressured as if she was facing her elders.
"I heard that we can have free lunch in Mr. Mak's class. Headmaster, why don't you help me ask Mr. Mak if he needs another teaching assistant?" Vivian went into the headmaster's office with a smile, and closed the door behind her.
"You have to ask him yourself. I can't bring myself to ask him," Luna said with an exasperated smile.
"I just laughed at him this morning. He's the only one in the whole school who has a teaching assistant. I want to be embarrassed too …" Vivian shrugged, and suddenly regretted her recklessness this morning.
Luna stood in front of the window, and looked at the children playing in the field downstairs. She asked softly, "Do you think those children can become as good as Mr. Meg?"
"That's impossible." Vivian shook her head with certainty. "Mr. Mak is a genius, a one-in-a-thousand-years genius. Even if those children can become good chefs in the future, they can't be as good as Mr. Mak. They'll fall short."
Luna smiled, but she could not refute Vivian's words.
"But for those children, this is definitely a great opportunity." Vivian smiled. "Even if they're not as good as Mr. Mak, they're still top-notch chefs. Look at Mana Hot Pot Restaurant's booming business. As long as they can learn from Mr. Mak, they'll definitely be great chefs in the future. "
"That's a good thing indeed." Luna nodded. For those children who were struggling with food and clothing, this would be a big way out for them.
Apart from imparting knowledge to the children and giving them the opportunity to make choices, Luna also wanted them to learn a skill and completely get rid of their poverty by establishing Hope School.
Practical classes were not extra classes in Hope School, but were very important teaching content.
"But now, only 32 students can meet his requirements," Luna muttered.
"You don't have to worry about that at all. I just came from the cafeteria. These children are very qualified to eat. They can eat two bowls per person and drink a big bowl of soup. They can eat different dishes every day. In a month's time, there will be many children who can meet Mr. Mak's requirements." Vivian waved her hand nonchalantly.
…
"Alright, it's time to eat." Meg came out of the kitchen with a tray and called out to the girls.
As soon as he put down the tray, a little ball hugged his leg and climbed up slowly like a koala bear. He looked up, and his face with some baby fat was filled with confusion. "Father, Father, why can Aunt Caroline, Sister Amy, and Sister Anne sleep with you in the cafeteria, but Mother and I can't?"
The cafeteria quieted down immediately. The girls gave Little Guai a motherly smile and sat down happily. They were ready to watch the show.
Speaking of which, Gina was also a mother. She lived alone with her child outside. No matter how one looked at it, she looked like a pitiful second wife who was ostracized by the first wife.
Although that was not the truth, it did not affect the girls from watching the show at all.
Irina also sat down with a smile. She also looked like she was watching the show.
Meg's expression was slightly awkward. He did not expect the little girl to realize the difference so quickly.
Gina blushed slightly, but Little Guai had asked her the same question yesterday. She did not know how to answer. The little girl said she would ask her father every day. She did not expect her to really ask.
"Little Guai also wants to sleep in the cafeteria and listen to Father's stories." Before Meg could say anything, the little girl pouted and acted coquettishly. She looked like she was going to cry if he did not agree.
Meg felt like his heart was going to melt. How could the little ball be so cute? He reached out to carry her, and his gaze drifted to Irina, who was sitting beside him.
Tracheitis was a chronic disease. Usually, one would not even know when they had contracted it.
"Little Guai likes to stay in the cafeteria. Then you can stay in the cafeteria with your mother from now on," Irina said dotingly as she reached out to pinch Little Guai's cheeks.
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