Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

“Daddy's Alien Restaurant ()”

With dreams, anyone can be great.

Baker's self-introduction was encouraged by the applause of the students, and other children also began to introduce themselves.

These children grew up in a difficult environment, and they have a tough character that is rare among their peers, which makes McGonagall very satisfied.

Learning to cook is a very difficult process. For these half-grown children, whether they can persist is the biggest obstacle in their future.

But at present, it seems that these children have their own beliefs and persistence to some extent. Although there is no guarantee that they can persevere, at least they can endure hardships and stand hard work better than ordinary children.

Among them, a little girl named Farah impressed him quite deeply.

She is sitting in the corner, seat No. 45. Her brown half-short hair is a little yellowed due to malnutrition, but she is half a head taller than boys of the same age. She has deep and delicate facial features, wearing a Under the short hair, a pair of gray cat ears looming.

Yes, she is a half-orc, half human and half orc.

Even in the city of chaos, the situation of mixed-race children is not good. This has been verified by Amy and Yabei Mia.

Mag looked at her slightly hunched body, her timid eyes couldn't hide her inferiority complex.

Her self-introduction just now is very simple, her name is Farah, and she wants to be a chef because she wants to live.

Mag smiled and said: "Okay, I have memorized the names of every student, and I hope that at the end of this semester, I can still see the students sitting in your seats, completing the first class." term of study."

The children looked at him, and those pure eyes seemed to shine like stars.

Of the thirty-two children, only three were girls, and the rest were boys.

Among them are humans, demons, and orcs, among which humans are the most numerous.

And Mag suddenly realized one thing at this moment, his selection criteria seemed to directly exclude dwarves and goblins from the list.

"It seems that the next issue needs to modify the rules as appropriate." McGonagall thought in his heart that he could not be labeled as discriminatory.

After the self-introduction, everyone has a basic understanding, Mag didn't gossip, and started to enter the class directly: "Now let me introduce to you our workbench, which is the stove in front of you. The stove is divided into Several areas..."

In the first class, Mag was not in a hurry to teach the children how to cook, but gave them some basic knowledge about the kitchen and being a chef in a detailed and interesting manner.

Before learning how to become a chef, it is very important to understand your own workplace and work content, as well as some basic qualities.

"Students, remember that the kitchen is the face of a chef. If you can't even keep your own face clean and tidy, and can't stand the inspection of customers, then you are not worthy of being a chef." Mag looked at the students Said with a serious expression.

The students nodded solemnly, feeling that they learned a lot of useful knowledge today.

Mag raised his hand and glanced at his watch. It was almost eleven o'clock.

"Okay, that's the end of today's study session. Nice to meet you all." Mag smiled and looked at the children.

The children stood up eagerly, ready to say goodbye to the teacher.

"It's almost time for lunch. Today's first class didn't teach you how to cook, but I decided to make a lunch for you. After everyone eats, get out of class ends." Mag continued.

"Great!"

The children cheered. They had heard a lot from McGonagall just now, and they were so hungry that they didn't expect the teacher to make lunch for them.

Mia walked over with a large food box.

Mag opened the box and took out various ingredients.

"What I'm cooking for you at noon today is our restaurant's signature dish, and it's also the first dish launched by the restaurant—Yangzhou Fried Rice." Mag pulled out the fat-headed fish,

A flash of cold light illuminated the children's eyes.

"The ingredients we use are eggs, ham, tree mushrooms, bamboo shoots..." Mag introduced the ingredients to the children one by one, and now we simply cut them into rice grains.

Grab a winter bamboo shoot and throw it up, raise the knife in your hand and drop it, the cold light shines.

When the winter bamboo shoots fell, they had already turned into grain-sized grains, and fell neatly into the prepared plate.

"Have you learned it?" Mag asked, looking at the children who opened their mouths wide and looked shocked.

The children shook their heads in unison.

What have you learned? Even the eyes have not learned!

"It's okay, it's fine if you can't learn it now, but as long as you follow me and study hard, you will be able to master this skill in the future." Mag smiled.

The eyes of the children lit up one after another, and they were full of anticipation for the next study.

The fancy cutting and matching will make the children amazed again and again.

Watching Mr. McGonagall cooking completely overturned their imagination about cooking.

All the ingredients were in his hands, and they changed into any shape according to his wishes.

And the whole process is like a performance, so smooth and flowing, people can't help but want to marvel.

After the preparation was completed, Mag fired six stoves at the same time, preparing to finish Yangzhou fried rice for 32 people at one time.

Above Mag's stove, there is a real-time broadcast projection device. On both sides of the podium are enlarged projection screens, which can ensure that the children sitting in the last row can clearly see his teaching content.

The iron pan was heated up, the lard was put into the pan, the spices were sautéed, and the side dishes were put into the pan. Mag held the iron spoon in one hand and walked between the stoves. After a while, the aroma of fried rice wafted out.

"smell good!"

"Suck! It feels super delicious!"

"I heard from them that a piece of Yangzhou fried rice costs hundreds of copper coins at Mai Mi restaurant."

"So expensive! Can we make such expensive and delicious food in the future?"

The children talked in low voices, staring at the brightly colored fried rice on the big screen, and kept swallowing.

Da da da da da da.

Mag turned off the stove one by one, and then put the fried rice on the plate that Mia had already set aside.

One scoop and one bowl, thirty-two servings of Yangzhou fried rice, the color and weight of each serving are exactly the same.

Mag put down the iron spoon, looked at the children with shining eyes, and said with a smile: "Students, come up and take your lunch according to the order of the student numbers."

Baker was the first to stand up, trotted to the podium, took a plate of Yangzhou fried rice from Mia with a pious face, and carefully returned to his seat.

The children went to the stage to receive their lunch in order of their student numbers.

"Well—it's delicious!"

"This is too delicious! I bit my tongue..."

"I've decided! I must become an excellent chef! Cook for myself every day!"

For a while, the children's admiration was endless.