Cooking was actually not difficult. What was difficult was mastering cooking and making delicious food.
The children finished cooking the hot and sour shredded potatoes one after another. Plates of shredded potatoes of different grades were brought to the podium and arranged according to their student numbers.
There was only one portion that was fried until it was black. Meg did not need to look to know that it was from Peter, a lad who refused to reduce the heat even when the ingredients were discolored in the pot.
It was very common for the shredded potatoes to stick together and have a slightly burnt smell. This was the result of pursuing speed and not seriously following the steps of removing starch with water. Heat control was also very important.
Of course, there were also products that were very well completed and looked very good.
For example, Farrah's shredded potatoes were golden yellow in thickness and had a slight oily sheen. They were distinct from each other and did not stick together at all. They looked refreshing and bright, and were not inferior to the ones he made himself.
Meg took out a bowl of rice from somewhere and began the most intense tasting segment.
The children stared at the podium with a sense of nervousness, as if they were waiting for the results to be announced.
Meg did not taste the dishes according to their student numbers, but according to the order in which they were cooked.
Farrah's shredded potatoes were already slightly cold, but the taste did not become too bad because of this.
The sour and spicy taste intertwined on the tip of the tongue, stimulating the taste buds. The soft and crispy shredded potatoes were still in their best edible state.
A mouthful of shredded potatoes paired with a mouthful of rice tasted wonderful.
"Farrah, 100 points." Meg announced on the spot. "Whether it was the knife skills, the cooking process, or the final presentation of the finished product, Farrah did it all the best."
What was a benchmark? This was a benchmark.
Full marks for knife skills, full marks for cooking skills, full marks for the finished product. She was the strongest among the current batch of students.
"Full marks!"
"Farrah is amazing!"
"She was the first to finish, and … it looks like she did it really well!"
The children looked at Farrah with envy and admiration.
Farrah's excellence was obvious to all, and the children also believed in Meg's judgment and grading.
Farah's mouth was slightly agape, as if she was also shocked by the score Meg had given her. However, the numerous gazes made her blush slightly. She couldn't help but lower her head, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Ever since she was young, she had heard a lot of insults and mockery, but she had never thought that one day she would receive such praise and affirmation.
Moreover, she really liked cooking.
It was a wonderful feeling to see ordinary ingredients turn into a delicious dish. It was as if they had been given a new life.
Because he liked it, he cherished every opportunity to cook.
"Bruno, 62 points." Meg then announced the second child's score and gave his own evaluation. "Your knife skills still have a lot of room for improvement, but your peeling skills are too rusty, so you have to use three potatoes to get one serving of shredded potatoes. The cooking process is generally correct, but the control of the fire needs to be strengthened. The sour taste is a little too strong, but it can be further optimized. "
Blueno nodded humbly. He was not discouraged by Meg's harsh words. Instead, there was a firmer will in his eyes.
Meg gave the score and evaluation while tasting.
The score was obtained by adding three aspects: knife skills, cooking, and finished product.
Meg's evaluation was very straightforward. He praised the good parts, pointed out the bad parts, and corrected the things that should be corrected.
The strength of the children was better than Meg expected. At least, there was no scene of crying on the spot because of the score and evaluation.
"Pete, 30 points." Mag looked at the black shredded potatoes, and finally put down his chopsticks. He looked up at the blushing Peter, and said in a meaningful voice, "Peter, cooking is a very flexible thing, and the chef has to constantly adapt to the situation. This stove is able to adjust the fire intensity. When you discover that the fire intensity is too high, simply increasing the speed of stir-frying won't work. You can just adjust the fire intensity slightly, and the problem will be solved."
"You can actually adjust the firepower?!" Peter looked surprised.
"That day when the teacher was explaining how to use the stove, you seemed to be taking a nap?" The student next to him whispered.
"I know I was wrong, teacher." Pete's face was even redder.
"Okay, today's small test ends here." Meg looked at the children and said with a smile, "This score represents your current level. Of course, it is only for now.
Students with low scores, don't be depressed. This means that you still have a lot of room for improvement.
Students with high scores, don't be arrogant. If you stagnate, students who work hard will easily surpass you.
This kind of test will be conducted after every dish that I teach you. Students who fail each time, I will give you a week to continue practicing. I will also agree to take a make-up test after school on Friday next week until you pass.
Now, you have five minutes to clean up your stoves. We are about to start a new lesson. "
The results of this test were average. Apart from Farah, there were a few other children who scored more than 80 points.
Baker scored 80 points, which was in the upper middle of the class.
When the children were cleaning up the stoves, Meg turned to Farah's side and looked at the plate of salt and pepper potatoes beside her hand. He asked with a smile, "Can I try a piece?"
"Yes, yes." Farah nodded and handed over a pair of chopsticks. She looked a little nervous and expectant.
During the test just now, she had finished the hot and sour shredded potatoes and also made a plate of salt and pepper potatoes.
Meg picked up a piece of potato with salt and pepper and put it into his mouth. The potato was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Paired with the fragrance of salt and pepper, it was a little like eating street food in his previous life.
"Yes, not bad." Meg put down his chopsticks and looked at Farah with a satisfied gaze.
He had only mentioned the method of making the dish in passing in class last week and had not demonstrated it live. He did not expect Farah to try it herself after going back, and she did it quite well.
However, Meg's comments stopped there. Excessive praise for excellent students could easily make her lose friends.
"Thank you." Farah nodded slightly, hiding her joy and joy in the bottom of her eyes.
Mia looked at Farah from the side, her eyes also full of smiles. She had not misjudged her. This was a good girl who worked hard to improve herself.
The morning class passed quickly in the midst of intense teaching.
Meg's teaching pursued practicality, as well as the cultivation of the children's spirit of exploration and experimentation.
After learning a few dishes from him, no matter if they opened their own restaurant or became a chef after leaving school, at least they would not go hungry.
Of course, his expectations for them were not limited to this.
This was the seed he had sown for the Norland Continent's culinary world. He did not know how many of them could grow into towering trees in the future.
(End of Chapter)
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