Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

The children happily returned home with the gifts from Mag. Compared with a delicious dinner, they were more excited to have their own kitchen knives and iron pans.

In today's class, Mr. McGonagall just taught them to use potatoes to make a dish called 'Hot and Sour Potato Shreds', which seemed very simple.

Now that there are kitchen knives and pots, potatoes and side dishes, the children can't wait to go home and show their cooking skills to their families.

"Isn't that the students of MasterChef Advanced Class? What are they carrying?"

"Schoolbag?"

"No, it looks like a pot. Look, there is a handle."

"Return to the pot in class? This Mr. McGonagall is quite interesting."

The other teachers and students were quite surprised when they saw the children in the MasterChef advanced class who were neatly carrying black backpacks.

"Boss, didn't you say that you would wait for their cooking skills to be recognized by you before you would give them the kitchen knives and pots?" Yabei Mia asked as she helped to pack things, looking at Mag with some confusion.

"I did think so before, and I took the gift of kitchen knives and pots as a kind of recognition for them to be a teacher." Mag nodded with a smile, "But today I suddenly figured out one thing. For these children, maybe not every day. A child can reach the level I recognize, but if they have a good kitchen knife for daily practice, their chances of success will be higher, as long as they work hard enough, it will be enough."

Yabei Mia nodded thoughtfully, looked at Mag with a smile and said, "Boss, you are really a good person."

Mag smiled noncommittally, and walked towards the door, "We should go back and prepare for business."

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"Mother, I'm back." Fala walked into a dark and narrow one-story house with a black cloth bag on her back.

A somewhat stooped and thin figure stood up from the only small window in the room, poured a bowl of water with a chipped clay bowl, looked at Farah with a smile and said, "Fala is back, are you tired from class today?"

Fala took the pottery bowl, drank the water after a few sips, and said with a smile: "I'm not tired, I'm not tired at all in class."

"What are you carrying?" Mother noticed the black cloth bag on Farah's back.

"This is a gift from Mr. McGonagall,

An iron pot, a kitchen knife, and a bag of potatoes. Farah put the cloth bag on the ground, took out something from it, and finally took out a book—"A Wonderful World Tour".

Fala looked at the book in his hand for a moment, his eyes turned red, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile.

This is a book on Teacher McGonagall's bookshelf. She originally planned to read this book after reading the chronicle, but she didn't expect him to give this book to her.

"There are so many things, this is too expensive, did Mr. McGonagall really distribute them to all the children?" Farah's mother said a little uneasy, her fingers stroked the smooth bottom of the pot, she had never seen such a beautiful pot. pot.

"Yes mother, the teacher said that in order to allow us to better practice cooking at home, he gave us the pot and kitchen knife." Farah nodded, put the book in his hand on the bed beside him, and said: "And today Give us homework, make a dinner for the family out of potatoes."

"Are you here to cook?" Farah's mother looked at her in surprise.

"Well, I learned how to make potatoes today." Farah nodded, took four potatoes from the bag, and walked to the simple kitchen beside her.

Farah's mother, Isa, followed her in. Although the family conditions were not good, she never let Farah do cooking alone since she was a child.

Some time ago, Farah successfully entered the Hope Academy with the help of Principal Luna. Last week, the child came back and said that she had entered the Advanced Cooking Class and was going to learn cooking skills from the world's most powerful chefs.

She is very pleased that the child can eat enough food every day, and can read and learn knowledge.

As for the matter of Farah learning to cook, she didn't take it too seriously, she just asked the child not to delay her study, so she didn't ask too much.

Being a chef is not an easy job. Although she does some small handicrafts at home every day and doesn’t go out very often, she also heard that the son of the next door family has become an apprentice chef. The salary of thousands of copper coins has become the envy of the neighbors.

But being a chef is not an easy task. I heard that the son of that family has not been home for more than a month. He stays in the kitchen practicing cooking skills every day. His father visited him two days ago and said that the food is not bad. , but he lost a lot of weight.

As for her own child who studies two classes at school every week and also wants to become a chef, she doesn't believe that the teacher is really so good.

Fala glanced at the half pot of porridge left in the earthenware pot on the side, and said, "I'll heat up the porridge, then fry a hot and sour potato shreds, and then make a salt and pepper potato."

"What?" Isa looked puzzled.

"The teacher taught us to make two dishes in class today, but the salt and pepper potatoes are just mentioned briefly, there is no demonstration, I want to try to make it." Farah said while making hot porridge.

"Food is a very precious thing, so don't let it go to waste." Isa told her earnestly. During this period, Farah ate at school, and her family was a little richer, but still poor.

These foods, called potatoes, seem to be able to fill the stomach, and it would be a pity if Farah wasted them.

"Well, I know." Farah nodded, holding the kitchen knife beside her.

Isa felt that Farah seemed to be a different person suddenly, and there was a confidence in her eyes that surprised her.

She was holding a potato in one hand, and the broad kitchen knife was turning quickly against the surface of the potato. A slender potato skin rotated and extended downward. In the blink of an eye, the skins of the four potatoes were peeled off.

Look at the potato skin again, it is as thin as paper, even in width, and there is no break in the middle.

The peeled potatoes were placed on the cutting board, and as the kitchen knife rose and fell, there was an even sound, and the two potatoes were cut into even filaments, and then soaked in a bowl filled with clear water.

The remaining two potatoes were cut into evenly sized hob pieces, which were also soaked in a bowl for later use.

"This knife skill?!"

Yi Ni on the side opened her mouth wide open for a long time, with an incredulous expression on her face.

This... is this really her child?

When did she master such exquisite knife skills?

Farah didn't pay attention to her mother's mood changes. Her attention was all on cooking.

Although her knife skills have been well established, it is the first time that she cooks by herself.

The porridge in the pot was already gurgling, she took the towel and put the clay pot on the ground aside, and then put the iron pot on the stove.

Wipe the pigskin on the bottom of the pot, leaving a bit of oily smell. First stir-fry the dried chili in the pot to make it spicy, and then pour in the drained potato shreds.

Farah held the iron pan in one hand and the spatula in the other. The golden potato shreds were being stir-fried in the pan, and the aroma gradually came out.

"smell good."

Yi Ni, who was watching from the side, couldn't help swallowing.

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