Chapter 2367

Wide atmosphere of the training center, 100 sets of pans with metal luster arranged in order, magnificent.

The children on the scene, who had seen such a scene, opened their mouths one by one, as if they were granny Liu in the Grand View Garden.

"This is the place where we will learn how to cook in the future, the most scientific stove distribution, where you can complete most of the food cooking." MEG introduced the children.

"Teacher, can everyone have their own stove?" Beck whispered.

"Yes, everyone will have a separate stove. During class, you have the right to use all the stoves and seasonings on the stove." MEG smiles and nods.

"That's great, isn't it?" Beck's eyes lit up.

Other children are also excited. These Kitchenware and cooking utensils look really cool, which is totally different from the greasy kitchen they imagined!

McGonagall looked at the young faces and said solemnly, "cook is a hard but rewarding profession. I hope all the students I recruit are determined to be excellent cooks, and I will try my best to teach you to be excellent cooks."

The children looked at him with a more serious look.

"Maybe you don't know what kind of job a cook is. Before the interview, I'd like to give you a brief introduction." MEG went to the nearest stove and waved to the children who were still standing at the door

The children gathered around and looked at MEG curiously.

"A chef is a person who takes cooking as his profession. His job is to cook and make dishes for guests. The stove is your stage, where you will cut and match the ingredients, cook the food and finish the day's work. " MEG picked up an iron pot, looked at the children and said, "this iron pot weighs twice as much as the one you used to lift. If you become a cook, you may have to shake it thousands of times a day. It's not empty, but full of ingredients."

The children's faces changed slightly when they heard the words, and some of them showed the color of shrinking.

This is not the same as what they imagined that they would be able to drink spicy food after entering this beautiful building.

It's very difficult for them to carry that big iron pot at the door just now, but now Mr. McGonagall says that here, they need to carry a big iron pot twice as heavy as the previous one, which is full of all kinds of ingredients and shakes the pot thousands of times.

Beck's face was also a little worried, but he looked at the dark green on his arm, and his eyes soon became firm again.

He came in with difficulty. He was a little bit tired. What was he afraid of!

McGonagall looked at the children with a serious look and said, "to be a cook, you must have four things: full, hungry, hot and cold. It's a job with both mental and physical strength. If you don't have a healthy body, strong willpower and confidence to stick to it, quit early now. "

The children were silent for a while, and three of them came out.

"Teacher, I don't think I have enough strength. I want to quit." Said a boy, who was quite tall among the children.

"So are we." The other two children also whispered, with their heads bowed in embarrassment.

"No problem, you cross your name off the list, and then you can go back to the classroom and choose a more suitable course for you." MEG nodded and put the list on the stove,

The three children crossed their names, said goodbye to Meg, and walked away quickly.

"Is there anyone else who quit voluntarily?" McGonagall looked at the children and said sternly, "I tell you in advance that I am a very strict teacher. If you choose to stay, you must complete all the learning tasks I assigned. There will be an assessment at the end of each month. Students who fail to pass the assessment will be eliminated. "

After a long silence in the hall, four more children came forward, crossed out their names and voluntarily quit.

"Good." McGonagall looked at the remaining 32 children and finally showed a smile on his serious face. "Welcome to the advanced class of Kitchen God. I hope you can all be independent chefs in the future."

The children were stunned, as if they hadn't come back to Meg's words.

"Teacher, have we all passed?" Asked a child.

"Yes, you have passed my test and have the basic quality and belief to become a chef." McGonagall nodded with a smile. "Of course, that doesn't mean you can all be a chef, but you've got a ticket."

The children have begun to cheer, and the original tension has dissipated.

Looking at the young smiling faces full of vitality, MEG and Mia's faces also showed a smile.

"Well, let's choose the seats according to the principle of voluntariness. Each stove corresponds to a number. After you choose the position you like, it will be fixed later. This number also represents your student number." McGonagall said, "after choosing the position, we'll introduce ourselves." MEG arranged.

The children scattered and began to look for their favorite places.

Soon, the children found their favorite positions. Most of them were near the front row, and the row nearest to the platform was full.

McGonagall was very pleased with the children's enthusiasm for learning and progress. He raised his hand to signal the children to be quiet, and then said, "students, I'll introduce myself to you first. I'm McGonagall, your chef training teacher, and also the chef of McMillan restaurant. In the next semester, I will give you systematic cook training, and try my best to make you a qualified cook. "

Beck took the lead in clapping, and so did the children.

Maimi restaurant is very well-known. Even these children have heard of that expensive restaurant.

"OK, let's introduce ourselves to the students at table one. Before the formal teaching, the teacher should know you first." McGonagall said with a smile, looking at Beck at table one.

Beck stood up, some shy smile, said: "I am Beck, 11 years old, my mother said my father used to be a very good cook, but I have not met him, I also want to be a cook, a very good cook, and then make delicious food for my mother to eat."

McGonagall nodded slightly. It was this belief that supported him to lift the pot.

"This child is really sensible." Mia looks at Beck pitifully.