Chapter 2411: The First Test

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Have you guys mastered the hot and sour shredded potatoes?

I tried to make it twice at home. They stuck to the pot, but my father finished it and said that it was not bad.

I did it thrice. I was successful once, but the taste was still too sour.

Then, you have to put less vinegar and only add the oil in after the pot is hot. In this case, they wont stick to the pot

At the training centers entrance, the children who were waiting for cla.s.s to start were discussing their cooking experiences.

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Farah, you must have done very well, right? Beck walked towards Farah, who was staying in a corner by herself.

No. I only learned how to make the hot and sour shredded potatoes. The salt & pepper potatoes werent well executed. Farah smiled shyly.

You already know how to make the salt & pepper potatoes? Teacher Mag only mentioned a few words about it! Beck looked at Farah with shock.

Becks voice attracted the childrens attention and all of them looked at Farah.

Farah wasnt used to being looked at by so many people. She nodded with a blush. Mmm. I think that it sounded interesting, so I went back to try it out, but it didnt turn out very well.

There was an additional hint of admiration and envy in the childrens eyes. After all, most of them couldnt even make good hot and sour shredded potatoes, and Farah was already starting to make the salt & pepper potatoes.

Mag stopped his bicycle with Miya, who was sitting on the backseat, and smilingly said to the children at the entrance, Why are you children here so early today?

Good morning, Teacher Mag!

Good morning, Teacher Miya!

The children greeted them enthusiastically with pure love and respect on their faces.

Perhaps before this, most of their love for culinary lessons came from being able to taste delicious food every time they came for cla.s.ses. However, after cooking for their families, their att.i.tude began to have an interesting change.

The affirmation and expectation from their family members made them want to improve themselves. It gave them a different idea about learning to cook.

Of course, it made them have a better understanding about the differences between them and Teacher Mag.

The food that Teacher Mag cooked was so scrumptious that they felt like crying, but the hot and sour shredded potatoes they cooked were so sour that they felt like crying.

Lets all go in. Mag could sense the childrens interesting change too and his smile widened.

A source of motivation was required for doing anything. To children of their age, giving them a sense of mission was easy, but giving them the meaning of doing something wasnt that easy.

This was also one of the reasons why he gave them homework.

Looking at it now, the effect of the homework was achieved.

Soon after, the bell for cla.s.s rang, and it was time for cla.s.ses to commence.

Mag looked at the children and said, Before we start our lesson today, I want all of you to make a helping of hot and sour shredded potatoes. I will observe your cooking process and taste the hot and sour shredded potatoes that you made.

The children immediately turned nervous when they heard that.

Teacher, is this a test? a child asked.

To you guys, its a check, but you may call it a test too. Mag nodded with a smile. I will give you guys a score based on your work and rank all of you accordingly.

Mag didnt agree with the so-called Happy Education. That wouldnt even work on the middle-cla.s.s children, let alone on these children, who were struggling on the poverty line.

Thus, he wanted these children to know their standards clearly and do all they could to climb to the top of the ranking board.

The cruelty of the schools rankings were much more gentle than starvation.

After hearing Mag, there was a hint of expectation in the childrens nervous expressions.

Alright, the time frame for the test is 15 minutes. The potatoes and condiments are already prepared for you. Now, you may begin! As soon as Mag finished talking, the clock on the wall started the 15 minutes countdown.

Every child received four big potatoes, which meant they had one chance to start again, but that was on the premise that they had to be fast enough.

Wash the potatoes before peeling and shredding them.

Peeling the potatoes skin was a test on their cutting skills. Steady hands were the crux to peel a continuous strip of potato skin.

Mag walked around the cla.s.sroom with a checklist. His gaze scanned over the potatoes in the childrens hands.

The recent cutting skills practice enabled these children to grasp the knife firmly compared to being absolute noobs in the beginning. However, they would need to practice for a longer time to reach a certain degree of proficiency.

For example, that little demon fatty called Pete. The potato skins that he peeled were all shorter than one centimeter. He chose thinness between thinness and continuity, and so his efficiency was greatly decreased.

The cla.s.smate next to him chose continuity. The potato skins that he peeled were so thick that the potato became slimmer.

Mag walked past them without any expression and continued to observe the other students performances.

Mag paused for a while when he pa.s.sed by Beck.

This lad who was a head shorter than his cla.s.smates, had found a balance point between thinness and continuity. He wasnt fast, but he was steady. The potatos skin wasnt thin, but not too much potato was wasted. After peeling two potatoes, it was just nice for frying a plate of hot and sour shredded potato.

Not bad. Seems like he has practiced seriously at home. Mag nodded slightly. Teachers indeed liked children who were hard working.

Going to the other side, Mag stood in front of Farahs cooking bench.

The potato spun deftly in Farahs hands and a thin potato skin spiraled downwards.

Yes, one potato, one piece of potato skin.

Her peeled potato was golden, smooth and without any fingerprints.

She could already go to work at Mamy Restaurant with her standard.

So, this is a natural talent? Its indeed enviable. Mag secretly lamented inwardly.

After placing the peeled potato on the cutting board, Farah took out the chinese cleaver from the knife rack and started to shred the potatoes.

Tok, tok, tok!

A light and rhythmic sound appeared and the two potatoes soon became a plate of shredded potatoes and were soaked in a plate of clear water.

Mag continued to walk by her. This la.s.s cutting skills were getting better. He didnt meet her last weekend due to the elves incidents and wasted a free laborer.

The shredded potatoes were soon all done. Although their standards were different, they all began to turn on the fire.

Mag returned to the lectern and after the shredded potatoes were placed in the pot, an aroma began to drift over.

However, a situation began to happen.

A burnt and sourish smell began to spread. The smell slowly started to get complicated.

Mag frowned as he looked at the shredded potatoes that were slowly turning to charcoals in Petes pot. Even though he was sweating profusely, he was still stir-frying as hard as he could, as though if he was fast enough, the potatoes wouldnt get burnt.

Farah was the first to finish cooking. Her excellent cutting skills had given her plenty of extra time, so she only used five minutes to cook a plate of hot and sour shredded potato.

She looked at her cla.s.smates who were working hard, and then looked at the salt, pepper and two remaining potatoes at the side.

After a moment of hesitation, she picked up the two remaining potatoes and started peeling them.