Meg looked up at the door when he heard the footsteps. Farah put down her hand that was about to knock on the door, and softly said, "Teacher Meg, I want to borrow a book to read."
"Choose what book you want to read. You can put it back after you're done," Meg said with a gentle smile.
"Mm-hmm." Farah nodded with a smile. She walked in, and quickly took out a Norland Continent Chronicles book from the bookshelf before pushing it out of Meg's office.
"This girl. I didn't expect her to be so interested in history," Meg murmured to himself softly.
Farah had left a deep impression on him and Mia since the first class. She was an introverted child with low self-esteem.
And in the past two weeks of interaction, this child had shown an astonishing talent in learning how to cook.
If Beck was a diligent child with ordinary talent, then Farah was a genius child in others' eyes.
While the other children were still fretting over how to control the wide kitchen knife and cut the ingredients into flat sections, Farah could already prepare all the ingredients for Yangzhou fried rice, and it was the kind that Meg couldn't be picky about.
Back then, Meg was almost tortured to insanity in the test field for the God of Cookery, but Farah only used two classes to master it.
Her cat bloodline gave her extraordinary observation and control, and she obviously had a smart brain.
The talent in cooking that she had shown, and Mia's interaction with her classmates, seemed to have untied many of the knots in her heart. She seemed to be more cheerful than before.
However, she was still quiet. She no longer hid in a corner, and now had a hobby of reading.
Meg had everything, including a lot of books. Therefore, he allowed her to come to the training center half an hour before class to read.
Farah returned to Meg's office five minutes before class started, carrying the books.
"If you like them, take them home and read them slowly. You can return them when you're done," Meg said with a smile.
A hint of joy flashed across Farah's eyes, but she quickly shook her head, and said, "Mother said that I have to finish the homework assigned by the teacher after school. I can't waste time doing other things."
Meg helped her put the heavy book back on the shelf, then looked at her and asked, "There's no class tomorrow on Saturday. Farrah, do you want to work part-time at the restaurant?"
Farah's eyes lit up, but soon revealed some hesitation and confusion.
"Just tell your mother that I invited you. Your learning progress is different from your classmates, so I plan to teach you something different," Meg said with a smile.
A smile appeared on Farah's face as he looked at Meg and asked, "What time will we be at your restaurant tomorrow?"
"Arrive at the restaurant at 6: 30 in the morning. The part-time job lasts for an entire day. You can experience what it takes to run a restaurant from morning to night."
"Okay, I'll be there on time." Farrah nodded and went downstairs.
Meg tidied up the lesson plans on the table and went downstairs.
The children had all arrived, and none of them were idle. They were practicing their knife skills seriously.
In order to become an excellent chef, a solid foundation was very important.
Meg walked around the training hall. From the finished products on the students' chopping boards, he could see their current standards and whether they had trained at home in the past few days.
Two classes a week was too short for learning how to cook. If they did not practice at home, how could they talk about improvement?
In this world, geniuses like Farah were few and far between.
Fortunately, Meg was gratified that most of the students had obvious improvement in their knife skills. The degree of improvement was different, but there were traces of practice.
"Clyde, have you not touched a kitchen knife since you came home?" Meg asked calmly as he stopped beside a slightly chubby boy and looked at the potatoes of different sizes on his chopping board.
The boy called Clyde blushed and put down the kitchen knife in his hand. He lowered his head and answered softly, "T … Teacher, I don't have a kitchen knife at home."
"You don't have a kitchen knife?" This answer stunned Meg.
"My mother never cuts her food. She always cooks it directly and eats it with her hands. My father has a big knife, but he never lets me touch it." Clyde buried his head deeper and stole a glance at Meg. "But my mother promised me that she would buy me a kitchen knife soon. That way, I can practice my knife skills at home."
Meg looked at the boy whose head was almost buried in his chest and suddenly felt sorry and guilty.
"It's okay. Although you didn't practice much, your cutting skills have improved compared to the last class. Keep up the good work. You can do better." Meg patted his shoulder gently.
Clyde raised his head in disbelief and met Meg's encouraging eyes. It was as if a ray of light suddenly shone into his heart and filled him with motivation.
"Let's continue," Mag said as he walked to the next student.
Looking at these children in their new school uniforms, he sometimes forgot that they came to Hope School from extremely poor families. Some things that he took for granted might not be so for them.
For children from poor families, it was difficult to even fill their stomachs. It was almost impossible for them to practice their cooking skills at home.
"Okay, children, that's the end of the pre-class practice. We won't talk about knife skills in today's class. I'll introduce you to the use of various pots and pans."
Meg came to the podium and loudly interrupted the students' knife skills practice. The class began.
Yabemiya sat upright in the back row with a notebook beside his hand. He took down a few key points from time to time, just like the 33rd student.
Unknowingly, the bell signaling the end of school rang.
The children looked at Meg expectantly. According to the experience of the previous classes, Teacher Meg would cook dinner for them and let them go home after eating.
"Children, I'm not going to cook dinner for you today," Meg said with a smile.
Hearing this, the children could not hide their disappointment.
"However, I've prepared a gift for all of you." Meg raised his hand and pointed to the back of the training hall.
The children all turned around.
Mia stood with a smile on her face. Thirty-two grayish-black cloth bags were neatly arranged beside her. A pot handle peeked out from the cloth bag.
"This is?"
The children were puzzled and puzzled.
"After these days of learning, you have a general understanding of cooking. In order for you to practice your cooking skills at home, I've prepared an iron pot and a kitchen knife for each of you. There's also a bag of potatoes in the bag.
The homework I've arranged for you this time is to cook dinner for your family with potatoes when you get home, "Meg said with a smile.
"A kitchen knife and an iron pot!"
The children's eyes lit up one after another.
"Am I finally going to have my own kitchen knife?!" Clyde jumped up in excitement.
(End of chapter)
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