Chapter 2413 (1/2)

”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.