Chapter 2382: Hot and sour potato shreds

  The children went home happily carrying the gifts given by McGonagall. Compared with a delicious dinner, having their own kitchen knife and iron pot makes them feel more excited.
  In today’s class, Ms. McGonagall just taught them to use potatoes to make a dish called ‘sour and spicy potato shreds’, which seems very simple.
  Now that there are kitchen knives and pots, as well as potatoes and side dishes, the children can’t wait to go home and show their cooking skills to their families.
  "Aren’t those students in the advanced class of God of Cooking? What are they carrying?"
  "Schoolbag, right?"
   "No, it looks like a pot, you see, there are also pots."
   "Do you give me a hot pot in class? This teacher McGonagall is quite interesting."
  Other teachers and classmates looked at the children in the advanced class of God of Cooking neatly carrying black backpacks, and they were quite surprised.
  "Boss, didn't you say that you would wait for their cooking skills to be approved by you before you would give them kitchen knives and pots?" Yabeimia helped pack things up, looking at McGonagall in confusion.
"I did think so before, and gave them kitchen knives and pots as a recognition of their masters." McGonagall smiled and nodded. "But today I suddenly wanted to understand one thing. For these children, maybe not everybody A child can reach the level I recognize, but if they have a good kitchen knife for daily practice, their chances of becoming talented will be higher. As long as they work hard enough, that's enough."
   Yabei Mia nodded thoughtfully, looked at McGonagall and smiled: "Boss, you are such a good person."
   McGonagall smiled non-committal and walked towards the door, "We should go back and prepare for business."
  ……
   "Mother, I'm back." Fara carried a black cloth bag and walked into a dim and narrow bungalow.
   A somewhat rickety and thin figure stood up from the only small window in the room, poured a bowl of water from the indented pottery bowl, looked at Farah and smiled and said: "Farra is back, are you tired from class today?"
  Fara took the pottery bowl, drank the water after a few sips, and said with a smile: "I'm not tired, I'm not tired at all in class."
   "What are you carrying?" Mother noticed the black cloth bag on Farah's back.
"This is a gift from Teacher McGonagall, a wok, a kitchen knife, and a bag of potatoes." Farah put the cloth bag on the ground, took out something from it, and finally took out a book. "Wonderful World Journey."
  Fara was stunned looking at the book in her hand, her eyes were a little red, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile.
  This is a book on Teacher McGonagall's bookshelf. She originally planned to wait until the chronicle was finished before reading it, but he didn't expect that he would give it to her.
"So many things, it's too expensive. Did Ms. McGonagall really send it to all the children?" Farah's mother said a little uneasy. She stroked the smooth bottom of the pot with her fingers. She had never seen it so good. The pot.
"Yes, mother, the teacher said that in order for us to better practice cooking at home, he gave us the pot and the kitchen knife." Fara nodded, put the book in her hand on the bed beside her, and said: "And today, We set up homework for us and made a dinner for the family with potatoes."
   "Are you here to cook?" Farah's mother looked at her in surprise.
   "Well, I learned how to make potatoes today." Farah nodded, took four potatoes from the bag, and walked to the simple kitchen aside.
  Fara’s mother Isha followed in. Although the conditions at home were not good, she had never let Fara do the cooking alone since she was a child.
  Some time ago, Farah successfully enrolled in Hope Academy with the help of Principal Luna. Last week, the child came back and said that she had entered the advanced class of the God of Cooking and wanted to learn the cooking skills from the best chefs in the world.
  The child can eat a full meal every day, and can learn words and knowledge, which has made her very gratified.
  As for Farah’s cooking, she didn’t take it too seriously, just let the children not delay learning, so she didn’t ask too much.
Becoming a chef is not an easy task. Although she does little craft work at home every day and doesn’t go out much, she also heard that the son of the next door became an apprentice chef. Not only does she eat well, but she also has one every month. The salary of a thousand copper coins has become the envy of neighbors.
But being a chef is not an easy task. I heard that the son of that family has not returned home for more than a month. He stays in the kitchen every day to practice his cooking. Two days ago, his dad visited him and said that his food was not bad. , But I lost a lot of weight.
  As for her child who studies two classes in school every week and wants to be a chef, she doesn't believe that the teacher is so good.
  Fara glanced at the small half pot of gruel left in the clay pot standing aside, and said,
I’ll heat up the porridge, then fry a hot and sour potato shreds, and then make a salt and pepper potato.

   "What?" Isha looked puzzled.
   "Today the teacher taught us two dishes in class, but the salt and pepper potatoes are just a brief mention, there is no demonstration, I want to try to make it." Farah said while making the porridge.
   "Food is a very precious thing, you can't waste it." Isha seriously warned that Fara was eating at school during this time, and the family was a little more affluent, but still poor.
  These foods, called potatoes, seem to be able to fill the stomach. It would be a pity if Fara was wasted.
   "Well, I know." Farah nodded, holding the kitchen knife aside.
  Isha felt that Farah had suddenly changed herself, and her eyebrows were filled with confidence that surprised her.
  I saw that she was holding a potato in one hand, and the broad kitchen knife quickly turned against the surface of the potato. A slender potato skin was rotated and extended downward. In a blink of an eye, the skins of four potatoes were peeled off.
  Look at the potato skin again. It is as thin as paper and has a uniform width without any breaks in the middle.
  The shredded potatoes were placed on the cutting board. Between the rise and fall of the kitchen knife, an even sound was made. The two potatoes were cut into even filaments, and then soaked in a bowl with clear water on the side.
  The remaining two potatoes are cut into evenly-sized hob pieces, which are also soaked in a bowl for later use.
   "This swordsman?!"
   Yini's open mouth has not been closed for a long time, with an incredible expression on her face.
  This...Is this really her child?
  When did she master such an exquisite knife skill?
  Fara did not pay attention to the emotional changes of her mother, her attention was all focused on cooking.
  Although her knives have been in good contact, it is the first time for her to cook by herself.
  The porridge in the pot was already tumbling. She took the towel and put the pot aside on the ground, and then set the iron pot on the stove.
  Spread the pig skin on the bottom of the pan, leaving a little oily. First, stir-fry the dried chilies in the pan to get a spiciness, then pour in the drained potato shreds.
  Fara held the iron pan in one hand and the spatula in the other. The golden potato shreds were stir-fried in the pan, and the aroma gradually came out.
"smell good."
   Yini, who was watching from the side, couldn't help swallowing.