"Have you learned how to make sour and spicy shredded potatoes?"
"I went back and made it twice, but it was overcooked. My father finished them all and said it was pretty good."
"I made it three times and succeeded once, but it was still a little too sour."
"Then you should put less vinegar, and wait until the pot is hot before adding oil. That way, it won't overheat the pot …"
At the entrance of the practical training center, the children who were waiting for class were gathered together and discussing their cooking tips.
"Farah, you must have done very well, right?" Baker walked to Farah, who was alone in the corner.
"No, I only learned how to make sour and spicy shredded potatoes. I'm not good at salt and pepper potatoes." Farah smiled shyly.
"You've even learned how to make salt and pepper potatoes? Teacher Meg only mentioned it briefly! "Baker looked at Farah in surprise.
Baker's voice attracted the children's attention, and their gazes fell on Farah.
Farah was not used to being stared at by so many people. She nodded with a slightly red face. "Yes, I thought it was quite interesting, so I went back and tried it myself, but I didn't do well."
The children's gazes were filled with admiration and envy. After all, most of them could not even make sour and spicy shredded potatoes, but Farah had already started to make salt and pepper potatoes.
"Why are the children here so early today?" Meg stopped his bicycle in front of the practical training center with Mia on it. He looked at the children standing at the entrance and said with a smile.
"Hello, Teacher Meg!"
"Hello, Teacher Mia!"
The children greeted her enthusiastically, and the love and respect in their expressions were so pure.
Perhaps before this, their love for cooking classes mostly came from the delicious food they could taste in class, but after cooking for their families, there were some subtle changes in their mentality.
The affirmation and expectations from their families, as well as their own desire to do better, all made them have different thoughts about learning how to cook.
Of course, it also made them more aware of the gap between themselves and Teacher Meg.
The food that Teacher Meg cooked was so delicious that it made people cry, but the sour and spicy shredded potatoes they made were so sour that they cried.
"Come in." Meg also felt the subtle changes in the children, and the smile on his face deepened.
Everything required a source of motivation. For children of this age, it was not easy to establish a sense of purpose in their work, but it was not so difficult for them to find the meaning of doing it.
This was also one of the reasons why he assigned homework.
Now, it seemed that the effect of this homework had met the requirements.
Soon after, the bell rang. It was time for class.
"Before class starts today, I want each of you to make a serving of sour and spicy shredded potato. I will observe your cooking process and taste the sour and spicy shredded potato you make," Meg said to the children.
When the children heard this, they immediately became nervous.
"Teacher, is this a test?" a child asked.
"To all of you, this is a test. You can also call it a test." Meg smiled and nodded. "I will give you a score based on your performance and rank you."
Meg did not agree with the so-called happy education. This kind of thing did not work in the middle class, let alone these children who were struggling to make ends meet.
Therefore, he wanted these children to clearly understand their own standards and work hard to climb up the rankings.
The cruelty of the school's scores was much gentler than hunger.
Hearing Meg's words, the children looked nervous with some expectations.
"Well, the test time is fifteen minutes. The potatoes and seasonings have all been prepared for you. Now, start!" Meg's voice fell, and the clock on the wall began a fifteen-minute countdown.
Each child got four big potatoes, which meant that they had a chance to start over, but this was based on the premise that they were fast enough.
The potatoes were washed, then peeled and shredded.
Peeling potatoes was a test of knife skills. The stability of the hand was the key to whether the thin potato skin could be peeled.
Meg held a list in his hand and walked around the classroom. His eyes swept over the rows of potatoes in the children's hands.
During this period of knife practice, these children had gradually gone from being unable to hold a knife steadily to being proficient. However, they still needed a long period of practice to reach the level of proficiency.
For example, the little fat demon named Peter, the potato skin he peeled was no more than one centimeter long. Between thin and continuous, he chose thin, but the efficiency was greatly reduced.
The student next to him chose continuous, and the thick potato skin he peeled made the potato slimmer.
Meg passed by expressionlessly and continued to observe the performance of the other students.
When he passed by Beck, Meg paused for a moment.
This youth, who was generally shorter than the other students, had found a balance between thin and continuous. His hand speed was not fast, but it was stable. The potato slices were not thin, but not too many potatoes were wasted. Two potatoes were just enough to stir-fry a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes.
"Not bad. Looks like you practiced seriously at home." Meg nodded slightly. It was indeed easier for teachers to have a good impression of diligent children.
On the other side, Meg stopped in front of Farah's stove.
The potato spun lightly in Farah's hand, and a thin, translucent potato skin spiraled down.
Yes, a potato, a potato skin.
The peeled potato was golden, smooth, and delicate. There were no fingerprints at all.
At this level, she could totally go to Amy's and work directly.
"Is this talent? It really makes people envious. "Meg sighed in his heart.
The peeled potato was placed on the chopping board. Farah took out the Chinese kitchen knife from the knife rack and began to shred it.
Tuk tuk tuk!
A light and rhythmic sound rang out. The two potatoes were soon turned into a plate of shredded potatoes, and then soaked in a plate of clear water.
Meg continued to pass by. This girl's knife skills were becoming more and more skillful. He had stood her up this weekend because of the elves, so he had wasted a free labor force.
The shredded potatoes were quickly cut. Although their standards were different, they still started to cook.
Meg returned to the podium. As the shredded potatoes were put into the pot, the fragrance gradually rose.
However, a situation soon appeared.
A burnt and sour smell began to spread, and the smell gradually became more complex.
Meg frowned and looked at the shredded potatoes in the special pot that were gradually turning black. Although sweat was dripping from his forehead, he still kept the fire on. It was as if as long as he stir-fried fast enough, the pot would never burn.
Farah was the first to finish cooking. Her excellent knife skills bought her a lot of time, and she only took five minutes to finish the hot and sour shredded potatoes.
She looked at her classmates who were still working hard, and then looked at the salt and pepper beside her, as well as the remaining two potatoes.
After a slight hesitation, she picked up the remaining two potatoes and began to peel them.
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