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Mag heard the footsteps and looked up towards the door. Fala put down her hand that was about to knock on the door, and said softly, "Mr. Mag, I want to borrow a book."

"You can choose what book you want to read, and just put it back in its original place after you finish reading it." McGonagall smiled gently.

"Yeah." Farah nodded with a smile, walked in the door, quickly pulled a Nolan Continental Chronicle from the bookshelf, and then pushed out of McGonagall's office.

"This girl, I didn't expect to be so interested in history." Mag whispered to himself.

The child Farah left a deep impression on him and Mia from the first class, a child with low self-esteem and withdrawn.

During the two weeks of contact, the child showed an amazing talent in learning cooking.

If Baker is a hard-working kid with ordinary talent, then Farah is what others call a genius kid.

While other children were still worrying about how to control the wide kitchen knife and cut the ingredients into flat sections, Farah was able to complete all the ingredients for Yangzhou fried rice, and it was the kind that Mag couldn't be picky about.

McGonagall was almost tortured insane in the God of Cooking Proving Ground, but Farah took control of it in only two classes.

The feline blood has endowed her with observation and control far beyond ordinary people, and she obviously has a smart mind.

And the talent shown in cooking, as well as Mia's contact with her classmates, made her seem to have untied a lot of knots, and she looked a little more cheerful than before.

But she is still quiet, but she no longer hides in the corner, and has an extra hobby of reading.

Mag has everything and a lot of books, so she was allowed to come to the training center to read books half an hour before each class.

Five minutes before class, Farah returned to McGonagall's office with the book in her arms.

"If you like to watch it, take it home and watch it slowly, and return it after you finish watching it." Mag said with a smile.

A gleam of joy flashed in Fala's eyes, but she quickly shook her head and said, "Mother said, after school, you have to finish the homework assigned by the teacher, and you can't waste time doing other things."

McGonagall helped her put the heavy book back on the shelf, then looked at her and asked, "There will be no classes tomorrow on Saturday. Would Farah come to the restaurant to work part-time?"

Farah's eyes lit up, but soon showed some hesitation and entanglement.

"Just tell your mother that I invited you to go. Your study progress is different from that of your classmates. I plan to teach you something different." McGonagall laughed.

A smile appeared on Farah's face, looking at Mag, he asked, "Then what time will we be at your restaurant tomorrow?"

"Arrive at the restaurant at 6:30 in the morning. The part-time job is the whole day. You can experience what needs to be done to run a restaurant from morning till night."

"Okay, I'll be there on time." Farah nodded and went downstairs.

Mag packed up the lesson plans on the table and went downstairs.

The children have arrived, and they are not idle, practicing knife skills seriously.

To become a good chef, solid basic skills are very important.

Mag walked around the training hall, and from the finished products on the chopping boards of the students, you can see their current level and whether they have trained at home in the past few days.

Two classes a week are too short for learning cooking skills. If you don't practice at home on weekdays, how can you talk about progress.

Geniuses like Farah are rare in this world after all.

Fortunately, Mag is gratified that most of the students have made significant progress in their knife skills, to varying degrees, but they all have traces of practice.

"Clyde, haven't you touched a kitchen knife since you got home?" Mag stopped beside a slightly obese teenager, looked at the lumpy potatoes of different sizes on his cutting board, and asked calmly.

The boy named Clyde blushed, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, lowered his head and whispered, "Old... teacher, I don't have a kitchen knife at home."

"No kitchen knife?" Mag was taken aback by this answer.

"My mother never cuts the dishes. She cooks them and eats them with her hands. My father has a big knife, but he never lets me touch it." Clyde buried his head even deeper, peeking at it. She glanced at Mag, "However, my mother promised me that she would buy me a kitchen knife after a while, so that I can practice knife skills at home."

Looking at the young man whose head was almost buried in his chest, Mag suddenly felt distressed and blamed himself.

"It doesn't matter. Although I haven't practiced much, I've made some progress compared to the last class. Work hard, you can do better." McGonagall patted him on the shoulder gently and said.

Brad raised his head in disbelief, and met Mag's encouraging eyes, as if a ray of light suddenly shone into his heart, gaining full motivation again.

"Go on." McGonagall said, walking towards the next classmate.

Looking at these children wearing new school uniforms, he sometimes forgets that they came to Hope Academy, the family conditions are extremely poor, and some things that he takes for granted may not be the case for them.

For children from poor families, it is difficult for the family to even feed their families. It is almost impossible for them to practice cooking at home.

"Okay kids, this is the end of the pre-class practice. We won't talk about knife skills in today's class. Let me show you how to use various pots and utensils."

Mag came to the podium, interrupted the students practicing knife skills loudly, and started the class.

Yabei Mia was sitting upright in the back row, with a notebook in hand, occasionally recording a few key points, very much like the 33rd student.

Before I knew it, the school bell rang.

The children looked at Meg with some expectation. According to the experience of the previous lessons, Teacher Meg would make them a dinner for them to eat before going home.

"Children, I'm not going to make dinner for everyone today." Mag said with a smile.

The children couldn't hide their disappointment when they heard the words.

"However, I have prepared a gift for everyone." Mag raised his hand and pointed to the back of the training hall.

The children turned their heads.

Thirty-two gray-black cloth bags were lined up neatly beside Mia, who was standing with a smile, and a handle of a pot was exposed from the cloth bag.

"This is?"

The children looked puzzled and puzzled.

"After these days of study, you already have a general understanding of chefs. In order to allow you to better practice cooking at home, I have prepared an iron pot and a kitchen knife for each of you. There is a bag of potatoes.

The after-school homework for everyone this time: go home and cook a dinner for the family with potatoes. "Meg said with a smile.

"Give me kitchen knives and iron pots!"

The children's eyes lit up one after another.

"I finally want my own kitchen knife?!" Clay jumped up excitedly.

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