Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

“Daddy's Alien Restaurant ()”

Mag heard the sound and looked, it was a little boy, only about 1.2 meters, looking thin and weak, wearing a brand new school uniform, but he could still feel that the loose school uniform was a thin body.

But at this moment, his eyes were red, and he looked at the testing teacher beside him expectantly.

"Baker, your height doesn't meet the requirement. According to the rules, you can't participate in this course. You can come back next year when you grow taller." Sheila stepped forward, patted the little boy on the shoulder lightly, and comforted him.

"But... I really want to learn how to cook from Mr. McGonagall, he is my idol! I want to be a great chef like him." The little boy named Baker said with some frustration, lowered his head, endured Can't help sobbing, "I... I can really lift that pot."

Sheila sighed, and looked at Mag who was standing aside.

"I can give you a chance. If you can lift the pot with one hand, you will be admitted." McGonagall walked over, looked at Baker and said.

Baker raised his head and looked at Mag, who was wearing a black and white chef uniform, his eyes lit up, and he said in surprise, "You...you are Mr. Chef McGonagall!"

"Here, you can call me Mr. McGonagall." McGonagall said with a smile, "This is an opportunity for you, it's up to you whether you can grasp it."

"I will definitely succeed." Baker nodded solemnly and walked towards the iron pots filled with water.

The iron pot plus the half pot of water weighed more than ten catties.

Holding the handle of the pot and lifting a ten-pound iron pot is completely different from simply lifting a ten-pound object.

Mastering one's own pot is the most basic requirement of a chef, which is why McGonagall set this test.

How can you become a chef if you can't even cook your own pot.

Everyone present looked at Baker one after another, secretly cheering him up.

"Baker, come on!" Sheila encouraged even more.

Baker came to an iron pot on the ground, took a deep breath, and stretched out his skinny hand to grab the handle of the pot.

"stand up!"

Baker yelled and lifted it upwards vigorously, his face flushed from suffocation, but the pot shook, only less than ten centimeters from the ground, and then fell to the ground again.

"well."

Everyone sighed. They thought that this dream-chasing child would be able to achieve a miracle, but now it seems that the miracle did not happen.

Only Mag still looked at Baker, and his eyes became more and more appreciative.

Because the kid isn't giving up, not even depressed.

He rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform, revealing a pair of skinny little hands. He stabilized the horse's gait, and his little hands grabbed the pot handle from below, letting the top of the pot handle rest on his forearm.

Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and lifted it up.

Veins popped up on his thin arms, and Baker's blushing expression was a bit ferocious, but the iron pot, which is not light for an adult, was actually lifted.

And this time it is not a flash in the pan, but a steady rise.

Sweat began to appear on Baker's forehead, his arms and legs were shaking, the iron pot was shaking, and the water inside was shaking from side to side.

The scene was silent again, and everyone watched this scene, even holding their breath.

Baker gritted his teeth, and only stared at the iron pan in front of him. The iron pan was wobbly and splashed, but it was still rising slowly.

Finally, Baker stood up straight and raised the iron pot above his chest.

"Successful!"

Sheila exclaimed in surprise.

The students and teachers who were watching also gave out a burst of cheers.

A smile appeared on Baker's pale face. As soon as he relaxed, he couldn't hold the iron pot anymore. The iron pot slipped, and his body even wobbled and fell backwards.

"Baker!" Sheila exclaimed.

At this moment, one hand held the fallen iron pan, and supported Baker's fallen body from behind.

The heavy iron pot is held firmly,

Not a drop of water spilled out.

Baker, on the other hand, was supported by McGonagall without falling to the ground.

"Teacher Mag, I succeeded!" Baker was slightly stunned, then looked at Mag and said excitedly.

"Yes, you succeeded." Mag straightened him up with a smile, and looked at him approvingly, "You have been admitted, the first student of the first Master of Cooking advanced class."

"Really?! Great! Thank you!" Baker danced excitedly.

Seeing that Baker was fine, Sheila breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on her face when she heard Mag's words.

Originally, she felt that the conditions set by Mag were too harsh and impersonal, but at this moment, she saw some light in Mag.

Isn't the opportunity that children strive for more touching than human touch?

Mag glanced at the bruise on Baker's arm that was pressed by the handle, and his heart moved slightly. He was very satisfied with the child's temperament.

A person who can be hard on himself, as long as he is given a chance, he will easily become a talent.

"Thank you teachers and aunts for your help, then leave the next interview to us to complete, thank you." Mag, Sheila and others said.

"This is the list of children who have passed the screening. If Teacher McGonagall needs anything, you can come to me at any time." Sheila handed a list to Mag, and then left with other teachers and aunts.

Mag looked at the roster of thirty-nine people in his hand. This is not the final list of students. He needs to conduct a simple interview with them to test their temperament and whether they can become a chef.

What he wants to cultivate is to be a chef who can be independent in the future, not to cultivate an extracurricular interest for children.

They may have chosen him for various reasons, but the only requirement he had for selecting these kids was that they really wanted to be a chef.

"Is this the training teacher? His clothes look so cool!"

"I heard that the teacher is the most powerful chef in Nolan Continent! He is also the most expensive chef. It would be great if I could eat his dishes."

"Then if we learn how to cook with him, will we also become a good chef?"

"It shouldn't be a problem to be able to eat well."

The students standing aside were discussing in low voices, their faces full of anticipation.

When Mag heard what they said, the corners of his mouth turned slightly, he put away the list, walked up to the children, and said with a smile: "Hi students, I am your chef training teacher Mag, thank you for trusting and choosing my course, Next, I will take you into the training center for a visit, and then I will conduct a final interview with you, and the students who pass the interview will be the students of the first Advanced Cooking Class."

"Okay!" the children agreed in unison.

"Come in." Mag took out the key and opened the door of the training center. At present, only Luna and he have the key to the door of the training center in Hope Academy.

"Wow!"

The students following Mag looked at the spectacular training center on the first floor, and let out a burst of exclamation.