Chapter 2363: Have you learned it?

With dreams, anyone can be great.
Baker's self-introduction was encouraged by the applause of his classmates, and other children started to introduce themselves.
These children grew up in a difficult environment and have a tough personality that is rare in their peers, which makes McGonagall very satisfied.
Learning to cook is a very hard journey. For these half-old children, whether they can persist is the biggest obstacle to their future.
But at present, it seems that these children have their own beliefs and persistence. Although there is no guarantee that they can persist, they are at least able to bear hardships and stand hard work more than ordinary children.
Among them, a little girl named Farah impressed him quite deeply.
She sits in the corner, seat 45. Her brown semi-short hair is a little yellowed due to malnutrition, but her height is half a head taller than a boy of the same age. She has deep and delicate features and is dressed Under her short hair, a pair of gray cat ears are looming.
Yes, she is a half-orc, with half human blood and half orc blood.
Even in the City of Chaos, the situation of interracial mixed-races is not good, this has been verified from Amy and Submia.
McGonagall looked at her slightly squatting body, and there was inferiority hidden in those timid eyes.
Her self-introduction just now is very simple. Her name is Farah. She wants to be a chef because she wants to live.
McGonagall smiled and said: "Okay, I have remembered every classmate’s name. I hope that at the end of this semester, I will still be able to see the classmates sitting in your place, completing the first Period of studies."
The children looked at him, their pure eyes shining like stars.
Thirty-two children, only three girls, and the rest are boys.
Among them are humans, demons, and orcs, of which humans have the largest number.
And McGonagall suddenly realized one thing at this moment. His selection criteria seemed to directly exclude dwarves and goblins from the list.
"It seems that the next issue needs to modify the rules as appropriate." McGonagall thought in his heart that he should not be labeled as discriminatory.
After self-introduction, everyone has a basic understanding. McGonagall didn’t gossip and started to enter the course:
Now I’ll introduce to you our workbench, which is the stove in front of you. The stove is divided into Several areas..."
In the first class, McGonagall was not in a hurry to teach the children how to cook, but gave them some basic knowledge about the kitchen and being a chef in detail and without losing interest.
Before learning how to become a chef, it is very important to understand one's workplace and work content, as well as some basic qualities.
"Students must remember that the kitchen is the face of a chef. If you can't even ensure that your face is clean and tidy, and cannot stand the inspection of your guests, then you are not worthy of being a chef." McGonagall looked at the students. Said seriously.
The students nodded solemnly, feeling that they have learned a lot of useful knowledge today.
McGonagall raised his hand and glanced at his watch, the time was approaching eleven.
"Okay, that's the end of today's learning course. I am glad to meet everyone." McGonagall smiled and looked at the children.
The children stood up still unfulfilled, ready to say goodbye to the teacher.
"Lunch time is approaching, today's first class did not teach you how to cook, but I decided to make a lunch for everyone, everyone eats before the get out of class." McGonagall continued.
"Great!"
The children cheered. They had just heard McGonagall talk a lot. They were hungry. They didn't expect the teacher to make lunch for them.
Mia came over with a large box of ingredients.
McGonagall opened the box and took out various ingredients.
"What I cooked for everyone at noon today is our restaurant's signature dish, and it is also the first dish launched by the restaurant-Yangzhou fried rice." McGonagall drew out the fat head fish, and a flash of cold light illuminated the children's eyes.
"The ingredients we use are eggs, ham, tree mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots..." McGonagall introduced the ingredients to the children one by one, and now we simply cut it into rice grains.
Grabbing a winter bamboo shoot and throwing it upwards, the knife fell with his hand, and the cold light shone.
When the winter bamboo shoots fall, they have become grains the size of rice grains, and they fall neatly into a prepared plate.
"Have you learned it?" McGonagall asked, looking at the children with their mouths open and shocked.
The children shook their heads.
What have you learned? I didn't even learn the eyes!
"It doesn't matter, it's right if you can't learn it now, but as long as you follow me to learn, you can master this skill in the future." McGonagall smiled.
The children's eyes lit up, and they were full of anticipation for the next study.
The flamboyant cuts made the children marvel.
Watching teacher McGonagall cook, completely subverted their imagination about cooking.
The same ingredients arrived in his hands, completely changing into arbitrary forms according to his wishes.
And the whole process is like a performance, and it makes people want to be amazed.
After cutting and matching, McGonagall fired six stoves at the same time, preparing to complete 32 Yangzhou fried rice at one time.
Above McGonagall’s stove, there is a real-time broadcast projection device. On both sides of the stage are magnified projection screens to ensure that the children sitting in the back row can also see his teaching content clearly.
The iron pan is heated, the lard is put in the pan, the spices are sauteed, and the side dishes are put in the pan. McGonagall holds the iron spoon in one hand and walks between the various stoves. After a while, the aroma of the fried rice will diffuse.
"smell good!"
"Suck! It feels super delicious!"
"I heard them say that a Yangzhou fried rice can be sold for several hundred copper coins at Mai Mi Restaurant."
"So expensive! Can we make such expensive and delicious food in the future?"
The children whispered, staring at the brightly colored fried rice on the big screen, swallowing.
Da da da da da da da.
McGonagall turned off the stove one by one, then put the fried rice on the plate that Mia had already set aside.
A spoonful of a bowl, 32 servings of Yangzhou fried rice, the color and weight of each serving are exactly the same.
McGonagall put down the iron spoon, looked at the children with bright eyes, and said with a smile: "Students, in the order of the student number, come up and take your own lunch."
Baker stood up first, trot to the podium, took a plate of Yangzhou fried rice from Mia with a pious expression, and carefully returned to his seat.
The children went to the stage to receive their own lunch in order of school numbers.
"Well-it's delicious!"
"This is too delicious! I bit my tongue..."
"I have decided! I must become an excellent chef! Cook for myself every day!"
For a while, the children's admiration was endless.