Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

“Daddy's Alien Restaurant ()”

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

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

"This is where we will learn how to cook in the future. The most scientific distribution of stoves, here, you can complete most of the cooking of food." Mag introduced to the children.

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

"Yes, everyone will have an independent stove. During the class, you have the right to use all the stoves and seasonings on the stove." Mag nodded with a smile.

"That's great!" Baker's eyes lit up.

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

Looking at those immature faces, Mag said solemnly: "Cooking is a hard-working but rewarding profession. I hope that the students I recruit are all determined to become 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 much more serious.

"You may not know what kind of occupation a chef is. Before the interview, I would like to give you a brief introduction." Mag walked to the nearest stove, and then turned to the children who were still standing at the door. He beckoned, "Come around."

The children gathered around one after another, looking at Mag curiously.

"A chef is a person who cooks professionally, and his job is to cook and prepare dishes for the guests. The stove is your stage, where you will cut ingredients, cook food, and complete the day's work." Mag picked up an iron Looking at the children, he said: "This iron pot is twice as heavy as the one you lifted before. If you become a chef, you may need to shake this pot thousands of times a day. And it's not an empty pot, but a pot full of ingredients."

The faces of the children changed slightly when they heard the words, and some of them already showed signs of shrinking back.

This seems to be different from what they imagined that after entering this beautiful building, they can eat delicious food and drink spicy food.

Just now they felt that it was very strenuous to hold the big iron pot at the door, but now Mr. McGonagall actually said that they need to carry a big iron pot twice as heavy as the previous one, filled with various ingredients , toss the pot thousands of times.

Beck's expression was also a little worried, but he looked at the bruises on his arms that had not faded, and his eyes quickly became firm again.

It was hard for him to come in, so what are you afraid of if you are a little bit tired!

Mag looked at the children with a serious expression and said: "To be a chef, you must have the 'four things', that is, to be full, to be hungry, to be hot, and to be cold. This is a job that combines mental and physical strength. You don't have a healthy body, strong willpower, and confidence to persevere, so quit 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." A boy who looked quite tall among the children said.

"So do we." The other two children also whispered, lowering their heads in embarrassment.

"No problem, you cross out your names on this list, and then you can go back to the classroom and choose courses that are more suitable for you." Mag nodded, put the list on the stove,

The three children stepped forward to cross out their names, said goodbye to Mag, and left quickly.

"Is there anyone who quit voluntarily?" Mag 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 studies I assign. 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,

Four more children stepped forward, crossed out their names, and voluntarily withdrew.

"Very good." Looking at the remaining thirty-two children, Mag finally showed a smile on his serious face, "Welcome to the Master of Cooking advanced class, and hope that you can all become independent chefs in the future."

The children froze for a moment, as if they hadn't recovered from Mag's words.

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

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

The children had already started cheering, and the original tension dissipated.

Looking at the young and energetic smiling faces, Mag and Mia also showed smiles on their faces.

"Okay, let's choose seats on a voluntary basis. Each stove corresponds to a number. After you choose your favorite seat, it will be fixed in the future. This number also represents your student number." Mag said, " After choosing the location, we will introduce ourselves." Mag arranged.

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

Soon, the children found their favorite seats, most of them were near the front row, and the row closest to the podium was full.

Mag was very pleased with the children's eagerness to learn and progress. He raised his hand to signal the children to be quiet, and then said: "Students, let me introduce myself to you first. I am Mag, your chef trainer, and also Mai The head 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 followed suit.

Mamy's restaurant is very well-known, even children like them have heard of that extremely expensive restaurant.

"Okay, then let's start with the students sitting at table one and introduce themselves. Before starting the formal teaching, the teacher will get to know you first." Mag said with a smile, looking at the students sitting at table one Baker.

Baker stood up, smiled shyly, and said, "I'm Baker, and I'm eleven years old. My mother said that my father used to be a very good chef, but I haven't met him, and I want to To be a cook, a very good cook, and cook good food for my mother."

Mag nodded slightly, it turned out that this belief supported him to lift the pot.

"This kid is really sensible." Mia looked at Baker with pity.