The children happily carried Meg's gifts home. Compared to a delicious dinner, having their own kitchen knife and wok made them feel more excited.
In today's class, Mr. Meg had just taught them how to make a dish called "Sour and Spicy Shredded Potatoes." It looked very simple.
Now that they had a kitchen knife and wok, as well as potatoes and side dishes, the children couldn't wait to go home and show off their cooking skills to their families.
"Aren't those the students of the advanced class for the God of Cookery? What are they carrying on their backs? "
"School bags?"
"No, it looks like a wok. Look, there's even a wok handle."
"Giving out wok in class? This Mr. Meg is quite interesting. "
The other teachers and students were quite surprised to see the children of the advanced class for the God of Cookery neatly carrying black backpacks.
"Boss, didn't you say that you would only give them the kitchen knife and wok after their cooking skills were recognized by you?" Yabemiya asked Meg with a puzzled look as he helped to pack up the things.
"That's what I thought before. Giving them the kitchen knife and wok would be a recognition of their graduation." Meg nodded with a smile. "But I suddenly understood something today. For these children, perhaps not all of them can reach the level I recognize, but if they have a suitable kitchen knife for daily practice, their chances of success will be higher. As long as they work hard enough, that's enough."
Yabemiya nodded thoughtfully and looked at Meg with a smile. "Boss, you're really a good person."
Meg smiled noncommittally and walked towards the door. "We should go back and prepare for business."
…
"Mother, I'm back." Farah walked into a dark and narrow bungalow with a black cloth bag on his back.
A somewhat stooped and thin figure stood up from the only small window in the room. She poured a bowl of water from a chipped pottery bowl and smiled at Farah. "Farah, you're back. Are you tired from class today?"
Farah took the pottery bowl and gulped down the water in a few mouthfuls. He smiled and said, "I'm not tired. I'm not tired from class at all."
"What are you carrying?" Mother noticed the black cloth bag on Farrah's back.
"This is a gift from Mr. Meg. An iron pot, a kitchen knife, and a bag of potatoes." Farah put the cloth bag on the ground and took out several things from it. The last thing he took out was a book — A Wonderful Journey to the World.
Farah stared blankly at the book in his hand. His eyes immediately reddened, but he couldn't help but smile.
This was a book on Teacher Meg's bookshelf. She originally planned to read this book after she finished reading the Chronicles. She didn't expect that he would actually give this book to her.
"So many things. This is too expensive. Did Teacher Meg really give them to all the children?" Farah's mother said uneasily as she stroked the smooth bottom of the pot. She had never seen such a good pot before.
"Yes, Mother. The teacher said that he gave us the pot and kitchen knife so that we can practice our cooking skills better at home." Farah nodded and put the book in his hand on the bed at the side. He said, "Also, he gave us homework today. We have to cook dinner for the family with potatoes."
"You're going to cook?" Farah's mother looked at her in surprise.
"Yes. I learned how to cook potatoes today." Farah nodded. He took out four potatoes from the bag and walked into the simple kitchen at the side.
Farah's mother, Yisha, followed him in. Although the family was not well off, she had never let Farah cook alone since she was young.
Some time ago, Farah had successfully entered Hope School with the help of Principal Luna. Last week, the child had come back and said that she had entered the advanced class for the God of Cookery and was going to learn cooking skills from the world's best chef.
Yisha was already very gratified that the child could eat her fill every day and learn how to read and learn.
As for the matter of Farah learning to cook, she did not take it to heart. She just did not want the child to delay her studies and did not ask much about it.
Being a chef was not an easy task. Although she did some small handicrafts at home every day and did not go out, she had heard that the son of the family next door had become a chef's apprentice. Not only did he eat well, but he also had a salary of 1,000 copper coins a month. He had become the envy of the neighbors.
However, being a chef was not an easy task. She had heard that the son of that family had not been home for more than a month. He stayed in the kitchen every day to practice his cooking skills. Two days ago, his father went to visit him and said that he ate well, but he had lost a lot of weight.
As for her own child, who studied two classes at school every week, also wanted to become a chef. Yisha did not believe that the teacher was really that good.
Farah looked at the pot of porridge that was still half full. He said, "I'll heat up the porridge and then stir-fry some hot and sour shredded potatoes. Then, I'll make some salt and pepper potatoes."
"What?" Yisha was puzzled.
"Today, the teacher taught us to cook two dishes in class. However, the salt and pepper potatoes were only briefly mentioned without a demonstration. I want to try cooking them," Farah said as he heated up the porridge.
"Food is a very precious thing. You can't waste it," Yisha said seriously. During this period of time, Farah had been eating at school. Their family was slightly better off, but they were still poor.
These foods called potatoes seemed to be able to fill their stomachs. It would be a pity if Farah wasted them.
"Yes, I know." Farah nodded and grasped the kitchen knife at the side.
Yisha felt that Farah seemed to have suddenly become a different person. Her eyes were filled with a confidence that surprised her.
She held a potato in each hand. The broad kitchen knife stuck to the surface of the potato and spun quickly. A thin and long potato skin extended downward. In the blink of an eye, the skin of four potatoes had been peeled off.
Looking at the potato skin again, it was as thin as paper. Its width was uniform, and there were no cracks in the middle.
The peeled potatoes were placed on the chopping board. As the kitchen knife rose and fell, there were even sounds of "duk duk duk". Two potatoes were cut into even thin strips, and then soaked in a bowl of clear water at the side.
The remaining two potatoes were cut into evenly sized hob pieces and soaked in a bowl for later use.
"This knife skill?!"
At the side, Yisha's mouth was wide open for a long time. She had an expression of disbelief.
This … was this really her child?
When did she master such exquisite knife skills?
Farah did not notice the change in her mother's mood. Her attention was completely focused on cooking.
Although her knife skills were already quite good, this was the first time she was cooking by herself.
The porridge in the pot was already bubbling. She took a towel and placed the pot on the ground. Then, she placed the iron pot on the stove.
She rubbed the pork skin at the bottom of the pot, leaving behind a bit of oil. First, she stir-fried the dried chili in the pot until it was spicy. Then, she poured in the dried shredded potatoes.
Farah held the iron pot in one hand and the spatula in the other. The golden shredded potatoes were stir-fried in the pot, and the fragrance gradually spread out.
"It smells so good."
Yisha, who was watching from the side, could not help but swallow her saliva.
(End of Chapter)
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