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

The children happily went home with Meg's gifts. Compared with a delicious dinner, they were more excited to have their own kitchen knife and iron pot.

In today's class, Mr. McGonagall just taught them to make a dish called "sour and hot potato shreds" with potatoes. It seems very simple.

Now with the kitchen knife and pot, potatoes and side dishes, the children can't wait to go home and show their cooking skills to their families.

"Isn't that a student of kitchen god advanced class? What are they carrying? "

"Schoolbag?"

"No, it looks like a pot. You see, it has a handle."

"Give me a pot in class? Mr. McGonagall is very interesting

Other teachers and students were surprised to see the children in the kitchen god advanced class who were neatly carrying black backpacks.

"Boss, didn't you say that you would not give them kitchen knives and pots until their cooking skills were approved by you?" Abelmia helped to pack up and asked, looking at MEG in a puzzled way.

"I did think so before. I would give away kitchen knives and pots as a way to confirm their graduation." McGonagall nodded with a smile. "But today I suddenly realized one thing. For these children, maybe not every child can reach the level I recognize, but if there is a hand weighing kitchen knife for daily practice, their chances of success will be higher. As long as they work hard enough, that's enough."

Abelmia nodded thoughtfully, looked at MEG and said with a smile, "boss, you are really a good man."

McGonagall grinned noncommittally and walked toward the door. "It's time we got back to business."

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"Mother, I'm back." Farah walked into a dark, narrow bungalow with a black cloth bag on his back.

A thin and rickety figure stood up from the only small window in the room, poured a bowl of water from the notched pottery bowl, looked at Farah and said with a smile, "Farah is back. Are you tired in class today?"

Farah took the pottery bowl, gulped a few mouthfuls and finished the water. Zhan Yan said with a smile, "I'm not tired. I'm not tired at all in class."

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

"This is a gift from Mr. McGonagall. It's 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 journey to the world.

Farah looked at the book in his hand, his eyes turned red, but he couldn't help smiling.

This is a book on Mr. McGonagall's bookshelf. She had planned to wait until the chronicle was finished. Unexpectedly, he gave it to her.

"So many things, it's too expensive. Did Mr. McGonagall really send them to all the children?" Farah's mother said uneasily, touching the smooth bottom of the pot with her fingers. She had never seen such a good pot before.

"Yes, mother, the teacher said that in order to let us practice cooking better at home, we gave us the pot and kitchen knife." Farah nodded, put the book in his hand on the bed, and said, "and we have homework today, making a dinner for our family with potatoes."

"Are you going 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 went to the humble kitchen.

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

Some time ago, with the help of principal Luna, Farah successfully enrolled in hope school. Last week, the child came back and said that she had entered the advanced class of Kitchen God and wanted to learn cooking skills from the best chefs in the world.

She is very pleased that the child can eat a full meal every day and can read and learn knowledge.

As for Farah's learning to cook, she didn't pay much attention to it. She just told her children not to delay their study, so she didn't care much about it.

It's not easy to be a cook. Although she does a little manual work at home every day and doesn't go out much, she also heard that the son of the next door family became a cook apprentice. He not only ate well, but also got a salary of 1000 copper coins a month, which became the envy of the neighbors.

But it's not easy to be a cook. I heard that the son of that family hasn't been home for more than a month. He stayed in the kitchen every day to practice his cooking skills. Two days ago, his father went to see him and said that he ate well, but he lost a lot of weight.

As for her children who study twice a week in school and want to be a cook, she doesn't believe that the teacher is so good.

Farah looked at the half pot of porridge left in the earthenware pot, and said, "I'll heat up the porridge, then fry a hot and sour shredded potato, and then make a salt and pepper potato."

"What?" Issa looked puzzled.

"Today, the teacher taught us to cook two dishes, but the salt and pepper potatoes were just mentioned, without demonstration. I want to try to make them." Farah said as he made hot porridge.

"Food is a very precious thing. We can't waste it." Yisha seriously warned that during this period, Farah ate at school, and the family was a little more affluent, but still poor.

These foods, called potatoes, seem to be able to fill their stomachs. It's a pity if they are wasted by Farah.

"Well, I know." Farah nodded and held the kitchen knife.

Isa felt as if Farah had suddenly changed her personality, and her eyebrows were filled with confidence that surprised her.

She held a potato in one hand, and the wide kitchen knife turned quickly against the surface of the potato. A long and thin potato skin was extended downward. In a twinkling of an eye, the skin of four potatoes was cut off.

Then look at the potato skin. It's as thin as paper. It's even in width. There's no break in the middle.

When the sliced potatoes are put on the cutting board and the chopper rises and falls, there is an even sound. The two potatoes are cut into even filaments and then soaked into a bowl with water.

The remaining two potatoes were cut into evenly sized hob pieces and soaked in a bowl.

"This knife work?"

One side of the yini open mouth for a long time did not close, a face incredible expression.

Is this... Is this really her child?

When did she master such exquisite knife work?

Farah didn't pay attention to her mother's emotional changes. She focused all her attention on cooking.

Although her knife has been in good contact, it's the first time to cook by herself.

The porridge in the pot was already rolling. She took a towel to carry the pot to one side and put the iron pot on the stove.

The pig skin is smeared on the bottom of the pot to leave a little oily smell. First stir fry the dried pepper in the pot to make it spicy, and then pour in the dried potato shreds.

Farah holds the iron pot in one hand and the spatula in the other. The golden potato shreds stir fry in the pot, and the fragrance gradually comes out.

"It smells good."

She couldn't help swallowing as she watched.