MTL - Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant (A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World)-Chapter 2362 Thirty-two National People's Congress

In the spacious training center, a hundred sets of pots and stoves with metallic luster are arranged neatly, which is spectacular.

The children present had never seen such a scene, each of them opened their mouths in shock, as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden.

"This is where we will learn to cook in the future. The most scientific stove is distributed. Here, you can cook most of the food." McGonagall introduced to the children.

"Teacher, can everyone have their own stove?" Baker asked in a low voice.

"Yes, everyone will have an independent stove. During class, you have the right to use all the stoves and spices on the stove." McGonagall smiled and nodded.

"This is great too!" Baker's eyes lit up.

The other children are also excited. These kitchen utensils and stoves look so cool, completely different from the greasy kitchen they imagined!

McGonagall looked at those immature faces and said with a solemn expression: "Chef is a hard but rewarding profession. I hope that the students I recruit are all those who aspire to be an excellent chef, and I also I will do my best to teach you to be a good chef."

The children looked at him and their expressions became more serious.

"You may not know what kind of profession a chef is. Before the interview, I want to give you a brief introduction." McGonagall walked to the nearest stove, and then directed at the children who were still standing at the door. Beckoned, "Come around."

The children crowded around, looking at McGonagall curiously.

"A chef is a person who is professional in cooking, and his job is to cook and prepare dishes for the guests. The stove is your stage, where you will cut the ingredients, cook the food, and complete the day's work." McGonagall picked up a mouthful of iron. Pan, looked at the children and said: "The weight of this iron pan is twice the weight of the pan you previously lifted. If you become a chef, you may need to invert this pan thousands of times a day. And it’s not an empty pot, but a pot full of ingredients."

The children's complexion slightly changed when they heard this, and some of the children's faces had already shown withdraw.

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

Just picking up the big iron pot at the door has made them feel very strenuous, but now Mr. McGonagall actually said that they need to carry a big iron pot that is twice as heavy as the previous one, filled with various ingredients. , Overturn the pot thousands of times.

Baker's expression was also a little worried, but he glanced at the black green on his arm that had not faded, and his eyes quickly became firm again.

He came in with great difficulty, so what is there to be afraid of if he is a little bit tired and tired!

McGonagall looked at the children seriously and said: "To be a chef, you must have the'four abilities', that is, full, hungry, hot, and cold. This is a job that combines both mental and physical strength. You don’t have a healthy physique, strong willpower, and no confidence to stick to it. Then you can withdraw early now."

The children were silent for a while, and three children stood up.

"Teacher, I feel that my strength may not be enough, I want to quit." said a boy who looked quite tall among children.

"So are we." The other two children also whispered, lowering their heads a little embarrassedly.

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

The three children stepped forward to scratch off their names, said goodbye to McGonagall, and hurried away.

"Is there anyone who quit voluntarily?" McGonagall looked at the children and said harshly: "I will inform you in advance that I am a very strict teacher. If you choose to stay, you must complete all the studies I have assigned. Task. There will be an assessment at the end of each month, and students who fail the assessment will be eliminated."

The hall was quiet for a while, and four more children stepped forward, crossed out their names, and voluntarily withdrew.

"Very good." McGonagall looked at the remaining thirty-two children, his serious face finally showed a smile, "You are welcome to join the advanced class of God of Cooking, and I hope that you can all become chefs who can be your own chefs in the future."

The children were stunned, as if they had not recovered from McGonagall's words.

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

"Yes, you have passed my test and have the basic qualities and beliefs to become a chef." McGonagall smiled and nodded, "Of course, this does not mean that you can really all become a chef, but you get Got an admission ticket."

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

Looking at the energetic and immature smiling faces, both McGonagall and Mia also showed smiles.

"Okay, let's choose a seat according to the voluntary principle. Each stove corresponds to a number. After you choose a position you like, it will be fixed in the future. This number also represents your student number." McGonagall said, " After choosing the position, we will introduce ourselves." McGonagall arranged.

The children dispersed in a rush and began to look for their favorite positions.

Soon, the children found their favorite positions, most of them were close to the front row, and the row closest to the podium was all filled.

McGonagall was very pleased with the children’s learning progress. He raised his hand to signal the children to be quiet, and then said: "Classmates, let me introduce myself to you first. I am McGonagall, your chef training teacher, and also McGonagall. The chef of Mi Restaurant. In the next semester, I will conduct systematic chef training for you and do my best to make you a qualified chef."

Baker took the lead in applauding, and the children applauded.

Mai Mi Restaurant is very well-known, even children like them have heard of that very expensive restaurant.

"Okay, let's introduce yourself from the classmates sitting at table 1. Before starting the formal teaching, the teacher will know you first." McGonagall said with a smile, looking at the one sitting at table 1. Baker.

Baker stood up, smiled shyly, and said: "I am Baker, eleven years old this year. My mother said that my father was a very good cook before, but I have not met him, and I want to Become a cook, a very good cook, and then cook delicious dishes for my mother."

McGonagall nodded slightly, it turned out that this belief supported him to raise the pot.

"This kid is really sensible." Mia looked at Baker pityingly.