Chapter 2413

"Have you learned, hot and sour shredded potatoes?"

"I went back to make it twice and it was all fried, but my father finished them all and said it was good."

"I've done it three times, and I've succeeded once, but it's too sour not to visit."

"Then you need to put less vinegar and oil after the pot is hot, so it's not easy to paste the pot..."

At the gate of the training center, the children waiting for class get together and discuss their cooking experience with each other.

"Farah, you must have done a good job?" Beck went to Farah, who was alone in the corner.

"No, I just learned how to make hot and sour potato shreds, and salt and pepper potatoes are not good." Farah grinned shyly.

"Have you even learned how to make salt and pepper potatoes? Mr. McGonagall just said a few words Beck looked at Farah in surprise.

Beck's voice attracted the attention of the children, and their eyes fell on Farah one after another.

Farah was not used to being watched by so many people. He nodded with a reddish face: "well, I think it's very interesting. I went back to try it myself, but I didn't do it well."

After all, most of them can't even make hot and sour potatoes, but Farah has already started to make salt and pepper potatoes.

"Why are the children here so early today?" MEG stopped in front of the training center with MIA on his bike, looked at the children standing at the door and said with a smile.

"Hello, Miss McGonagall!"

"Hello, Miss Mia!"

The children's warm greeting, the look of love and respect is so pure.

Perhaps before that, most of their love for cooking lessons came from the delicious food they could taste in each class, but after cooking food for their families, there were some subtle changes in their mentality.

The affirmation and expectation from their relatives, and their desire to do better make them have different ideas about learning cooking.

Of course, it also makes them more aware of the gap between themselves and Mr. McGonagall.

Mr. McGonagall's food is delicious enough to make people cry, while their hot and sour shredded potatoes can make people cry.

"Come in, all of you." McGonagall also felt the subtle changes in the children's body, the corners of his mouth smile a bit thick.

It's not easy for children of this age to build up their sense of mission, but it's not so difficult for them to find the meaning of doing it.

This is one of the reasons why he assigned homework.

Now it seems that the effect of this homework has met the requirements.

Soon after, the bell rang and it was time for class.

"Before class today, I want each of you to make a hot and sour shredded potato. I will observe your cooking process and taste your hot and sour shredded potato." Said Meg, looking at the children.

The children were a little nervous when they heard the words.

"Teacher, is this an exam?" Asked a child.

"For you, it's a test, it's also an exam." McGonagall nodded with a smile. "I'll give you a score based on your level and make a ranking."

McGonagall doesn't agree with the so-called happy education. It doesn't work in the middle class, let alone the children struggling with food and clothing.

So he wants to let these children clearly understand their own level, and strive to climb the list.

The cruelty of grades in school is much more gentle than hunger.

Hearing McGonagall's words, the children looked nervous and expectant.

"Well, the assessment time is 15 minutes. The potatoes and seasonings are all ready for you. Now, let's go!" McGonagall's voice fell, and the clock on the wall began to countdown 15 minutes.

Each child gets four big potatoes, which means they have a chance to come back, but it's based on their speed.

Wash the potatoes, then peel and shred them.

Peeling potato skin is quite a test of knife work. The key to cutting thin potato skin is whether the hand is steady or not.

McGonagall walked around the classroom with an assessment list in his hand, his eyes sweeping the potatoes in the children's hands.

During this period of knife work practice, these children gradually enter the door from being unable to hold the knife steadily. However, it will take a long time to practice if they want to be proficient.

For example, the devil little fat man named Pete over there, whose peeled potato skin is no more than one centimeter long, chooses thin between thin and continuous, but the efficiency is greatly reduced.

The classmate next to him chose the continuous and thick potato skin, which directly made the potato thin.

McGonagall continued to observe the performance of the other students.

McGonagall stopped for a moment as he passed by Beck.

This boy, who is generally one head shorter than his classmates, finds a balance between thin and continuous. His hand speed is not fast, but it's better than stability. Potato chips are not thin, but they don't waste too many potatoes. Two potatoes can just be fried into a plate of hot and sour potato shreds.

"It's not bad. It seems that I've practiced hard at home." McGonagall nodded slightly, for the diligent children, the teacher really is more likely to rise in favor.

Turning to the other side, MEG stopped in front of Farah's stove.

The potato spins lightly in Farah's hand, and a thin transparent potato skin spirals down.

Yes, one potato, one skin.

The peeled potatoes are golden, smooth and delicate, without any fingerprints.

At this level, you can go to the Maimi restaurant directly.

"Is that talent? It's really enviable. " MEG sighed to himself.

The cut potatoes were put on the chopping board. Farah took out the Chinese kitchen knife from the knife rest and began to shred.

Dudududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududu!

Light and rhythmic sound sounded, two potatoes soon became a dish of potato silk, and then was soaked in a dish of water.

McGonagall continued to pass by, and the girl's knife work became more and more proficient. This weekend, because of the elves, she was pigeoned, but it was a waste of a free labor force.

The shredded potatoes were all cut very quickly. Although the level was different, they were fired one after another.

McGonagall returned to the podium, and as the shredded potatoes were put into the pot, the smell began to rise.

However, the situation soon emerged.

The paste and sour smell began to diffuse, and the smell gradually became complex.

McGonagall frowned and looked at the black and carbonized shredded potatoes in his eyelid pan. Although sweat was running on his forehead, he was still running wildly. It seemed that as long as he cooked fast enough, he would never burn the pan.

Farah was the first one to make a pot. Her excellent knife work won her a lot of time, and she made a special hot and sour shredded potato in only five minutes.

She looked at the students who were still working hard, at the salt and pepper on hand, and the two potatoes left on one side.

After a little hesitation, she picked up the remaining two potatoes and began to peel them.