Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

McGonagall heard the sound and saw that it was a little boy, only about 1.2 meters. He looked thin and weak. He was wearing a brand-new school uniform, but he could still feel that the loose school uniform was a pair of thin bones.

But now he is red eyes, full of expectations looking at the side of the detection teacher.

"Beck, your height doesn't meet the requirements. According to the rules, you can't take this course. Come back next year when you get taller." Sheila came forward and patted the little boy on the shoulder.

"But... I really want to learn how to cook with Mr. McGonagall. He's my idol! I want to be a good cook like him. " The little boy, Beck, said dejectedly, lowering his head and sobbing, "I... I can really lift that pot."

Sheila sighed and looked at MEG standing by.

"I can give you a chance. If you can lift the pot with one hand, you will be accepted." McGonagall came over and looked at Beck.

Beck looked up at McGonagall in his black-and-white chef's uniform. His eyes lit up and he was surprised. "You... You are Mr. McGonagall, the chef!"

"Here, you can call me Mr. McGonagall." McGonagall said with a smile, "you have the chance. It's up to you if you can hold it or not."

"I will make it." Beck nodded solemnly and went to the pot of water.

The iron pot and the half pot of water weigh more than ten jin.

Holding the handle of the pot to lift a ten jin iron pot is totally different from simply lifting a ten jin thing.

Mastering your own pot is a basic requirement for a chef, which is why McGonagall set up the test.

If you can't even play with your own pot, how can you become a chef.

All the people on the scene looked at Beck one after another and encouraged him secretly.

"Beck, come on!" Sheila was even more encouraging.

Beck came to a pot on the ground, took a deep breath, reached out his thin hand and grasped the handle of the pot.

"Get up!"

Beck let out a cry and lifted it up. His face turned red. However, the pan shook. It was less than ten centimeters off the ground, and then it fell to the ground again.

"Alas."

They all sighed. They thought that this dream chasing child could have a miracle, but now it seems that the miracle has not happened.

Only McGonagall still looked at Beck, and his eyes became more appreciative.

Because the child didn't give up, or even get upset.

He rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform, revealing a pair of thin hands. He made the horse more stable. His small hands grasped the handle of the pot from below, and let the top of the handle of the pot rest on his small arms.

He took a deep breath, and then he gritted his teeth and lifted it up.

The blue veins on his thin arm burst up, and Beck's red face was a bit ferocious, but the iron pot, which was not light for adults, was really brought up.

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

Beck's forehead began to sweat, his arms and legs were shaking, the iron pot was shaking, and the water in it was shaking from side to side.

The scene was silent again, and everyone looked at the scene and even held their breath.

Beck was biting his teeth and staring at the iron pot in front of him. The iron pot was shaking and splashing, but it was always rising slowly.

Finally, Beck stood up straight and lifted the pan over his chest.

"It's a success!"

Exclaimed Sheila in surprise.

The students and teachers around also gave a burst of cheers.

Beck had a smile on his pale face. As soon as he relaxed, he could not hold the iron pot. The iron pot slipped and his body was shaking backward.

"Beck!" Sheila exclaimed.

At this time, a hand held the falling pot, and from behind a back to support Beck's body.

The heavy iron pot was firmly grasped, and not a drop of water poured out.

Beck, on the other hand, was held by MEG and did not fall to the ground.

"Miss McGonagall, I made it Beck was slightly stunned, then looked at MEG and said excitedly.

"Yes, you did." McGonagall, smiling, straightened him up and looked at him approvingly, "you've been accepted, the first student in the first phase of kitchen god advanced class."

"Really?! Excellent! Thank you Beck danced excitedly.

Sheila was relieved to see that Beck was ok, and a smile appeared on her face when she heard McGonagall's words.

Originally, she thought that the conditions set by McGonagall were too harsh and impersonal, but now she saw some light in McGonagall.

Let children strive for the opportunity, not more moving than human feelings?

McGonagall looked at the black green on Baker's arm, which was pressed down by the handle of the pot. His heart moved slightly. The child's nature satisfied him very much.

A person who can be hard hearted to himself, as long as he is given the opportunity, he will become a talent easily.

"Thank you for your help. Let's finish the next interview. Thank you." MEG and Sheila and others said.

"This is the list of children who have passed the screening. Mr. McGonagall can come to me whenever he needs." Sheila gave MEG a list and left with the other teachers and aunts.

McGonagall looked at the list of 39 people's Congress in his hand. This is not the final list of students. He needs to have a simple interview with them to see if they can become a chef.

What he wants to cultivate is chefs who can be independent in the future, rather than cultivating extracurricular interests for children.

They may have chosen him for various reasons, but the only requirement for him to choose these children is that they are really determined to become a chef.

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

"I heard that the teacher is the best cook in Nolan! It's also the most expensive chef. I wish I could eat his cooking. "

"If we learn to cook with him, will we become a good cook?"

"There should be no problem if you can eat enough."

The students standing on one side whispered, and their faces were full of expectations.

Hearing what they said, McGonagall put away the list, went to the children and said with a smile, "Hello, students, I'm your chef training teacher, McGonagall. Thank you for trusting me and choosing my course. Next, I'll show you around the training center, and then I'll have a final interview with you, They are the students of the first Kitchen God advanced class. "

"Good!" The children agreed in unison.

"Come in." MEG took out the key to open the door of the training center. At present, only Luna and he have the key to the training center.

"Wow

The students behind McGonagall, looking at the spectacular training center on the first floor, uttered a neat exclamation.