MTL - Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant (A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World)-Chapter 2409 One hundred points!

Cooking is actually not difficult. The difficult thing is to master cooking and make delicious food.

The children completed the cooking of hot and sour potato shreds one after another. Plates of potato shreds of different tastes were brought to the podium, arranged in order of student numbers.

There was only one portion of the burnt black, McGonagall knew it was from Pete even if he didn't even look at it, a guy who watched the ingredients change color in the pot and refused to lower the firepower.

It is very common for potato shreds to stick together and have a slightly mushy taste. This is the result of the pursuit of speed and not the result of the step of removing starch with water. The heat is also very important.

Of course, there are also works that are very well done and sell well.

For example, Farah’s potato shreds, the golden potato shreds are uniform in thickness, with a slight greasy finish, distinct from each other, without adhesion, and look refreshing and refreshing, not much better than the one made by himself.

McGonagall brought out a bowl of rice from nowhere, and began the most intense tasting session.

The children stared at the direction of the podium, with a sense of tension waiting for the results to be released.

McGonagall did not try to eat according to the student number, but according to the order of completion of the cooking.

Farah’s potato shreds have been slightly cold, but the taste has not become too bad.

The sour and spicy flavors are intertwined on the tip of the tongue, stimulating the taste buds, soft and crispy potato shreds, still maintaining the best eating state.

A bite of shredded potatoes and a bite of rice, it tastes wonderful.

"Fara, one hundred points." McGonagall announced on the spot, "Whether it is the knife work or the cooking process, as well as the presentation of the final product, Fara has done the best."

What is a benchmark? This is the benchmark.

With perfect scores in knife skills, perfect cooking skills, and perfect finished products, she is currently the strongest among the students in this class.

"Full marks!"

"Fara is amazing!"

"She was the first to complete it, and... it looks really good!"

The children cast envy and admiration at Farah.

Farah’s excellence is obvious to all, and the children also believe in McGonagall’s judgments and ratings.

Fara opened her mouth slightly, seeming to be a little shocked by the score given by McGonagall, but the gaze made her face reddened, her head lowered involuntarily, but the corners of her mouth could not be restrained from rising.

Since childhood, she has heard many insults and ridicules, and never thought that one day she would be able to receive such praise and affirmation.

Moreover, she really likes cooking.

Seeing ordinary ingredients turn into a delicious food, this feeling is really amazing, it's like giving them life again.

Because I like it, I cherish every cooking opportunity even more.

"Bruno, 62 points." McGonagall announced the score of the second child and gave his own evaluation: "The knifeman has a lot of room for improvement. The skill of peeling is too unfamiliar, so you need to use three. Only potatoes can make up a portion of shredded potatoes. The cooking process is generally correct, but the heat must be strengthened. If the sourness is a little too strong, you can continue to optimize it."

Bruno nodded humbly, not depressed by McGonagall's harsh words, but instead had a firmer will in his eyes.

McGonagall tasted it while giving scores and evaluations.

The score is obtained by adding up in three directions, knives, cooking, and finished products.

McGonagall's evaluation is very straightforward, praise the good ones, point out the bad ones directly, and correct the ones that should be corrected.

The children's strength was better than McGonagall expected, at least they did not burst into tears because of their scores and comments.

"Pete, 30 points." McGonagall glanced at the black potato shreds, and finally put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked up at the red-faced Pete, and said earnestly: "Pete, cooking is a very flexible thing. It requires the chef to constantly respond according to the situation. This stove can adjust the firepower. When you find that the firepower is too high, simply speeding up the stir-frying is useless. Adjusting the firepower slightly can solve the problem."

"Can you adjust the firepower?!" Pete looked surprised.

"When the teacher was explaining how to use the stove that day, you seemed to be taking a nap?" The classmate next to him whispered.

"I know it was wrong, teacher." Pete's face flushed even more.

"Okay, that's the end of today's quiz." McGonagall looked at the children and said with a smile: "This score represents your level at the moment, and of course, it's just this moment.

Students with low scores should not be depressed. This means that you still have a lot of room for improvement.

Don't be proud of students with high scores. If you stagnate, students who work hard will easily surpass you.

Such a test will be conducted every time you teach you a dish. Every time students who fail the test, I will give you one week to continue practicing, and agree to make up the test after school on Friday of the next week until you pass the test.

Now you have five minutes to clean up your stove, and we are about to start a new course. "

The results of this test were quite satisfactory. In addition to Farah, there are several children who have scored more than 80 points.

Baker scored eighty points, which ranked in the upper middle and upper reaches of the class.

When the children were clearing the stove, McGonagall turned to Farah, looked at the plate of salt and pepper potatoes on her hand, smiled and asked, "Can I taste a piece?"

"Yeah." Farah nodded and handed over a pair of chopsticks, looking a little nervous and expectant.

When she just tested it, she made a hot and sour potato shreds at the same time, she also made a salt and pepper potato.

McGonagall took a piece of salt and pepper potato and fed it into his mouth. The crispy outside and the tender potato on the inside, matched with the aroma of salt and pepper, gave him the feeling of eating street food in his previous life.

"Well, it's not bad." McGonagall put down his chopsticks and watched Farrah's gaze more and more satisfied.

He just mentioned the recipe of salt and pepper potatoes in class last week. He didn't demonstrate it on the spot. He didn't expect Fara to try it out by himself after returning, and he did a good job.

But McGonagall's comments stop here. Excessive praise for eugenics can easily make her lose friends.

"Thank you." Fara nodded slightly, joy and excitement hidden in her eyes.

Mia looked at Farah from the side, her eyes were also full of smiles, she didn't see the wrong person, she was a good girl who worked hard and motivated.

A morning class was quickly spent in intense teaching.

McGonagall's teaching pursues practicality and cultivates the spirit of exploration and experimentation for children.

Learn a few dishes from him. After leaving school, whether it is to open a small restaurant or become a chef, at least not hungry.

Of course, his expectations of them don't stop there.

This is the seed he planted for the catering industry in the Nolan mainland. I don't know how many trees will grow into towering trees in the future.

(End of this chapter)