MTL - Little Life on An American Ranch-Chapter 674 cooking class

  Chapter 674 Cooking Class

  The school soon entered the class time, and the parents of the students also left. Jian Heng was curious about the school and his riding was fine, so he stayed and wanted to take a look.

  The principal didn't intend to accompany Jian Heng either. Hearing that Jian Heng said he wanted to take a look, he left on the pretext that he still had something to do, leaving Jian Heng alone to watch.

  The school is not big, but it has all the necessary things. Standing at the back door, Jian Heng actually saw a small indoor multi-purpose sports field.

  As soon as you enter the room, there are some display cabinets on the walls on both sides, which are full of various trophies. If it is domestic, many of them may be competitions of various learning subjects, but almost all the trophies in this school are sports, and half of the sports trophies are ice hockey. Only then did Jian Heng know that the characteristic sport of this elementary school is ice hockey.

Facing the entrance gate is a wall, which is not a scientist, nor a school motto, nor a famous quote, but a picture of the students. After walking over, Jian Heng took a closer look and found out that these schools are in the He won the third place in the United States in the ice hockey game. Looking at the date carefully, it turned out to be 1983. Jian Hengdu was not born that year.

There are aisles on both sides of the students’ photos. There are classrooms on the left and right sides of the aisle. There is a row of iron cabinets on both sides of the aisle. Anyone who often watches American TV shows knows that these two rows of cabinets are for students to relax. The cabinets are not small. Now Jian Heng I finally understand why one of the American school bullying rules is to stuff children into the cabinet. Look at the size of this thing, it can really fit a skinny child into it.

Walking to the first classroom, Jian Heng looked through the glass window on the door, and couldn't help being amused when he saw the appearance of the room. He saw a 20-year-old male teacher teaching a dozen children. They looked about ten years old, and they didn't look like they were in class, limp or lying on their backs or lying on the desks and chairs, like eggplants that had been beaten by a blizzard, without any vitality.

  The teacher didn't seem to care, he took a book and kept talking about something.

When he arrived at the first and second classrooms, Jian Heng saw his female devil, that is, his little sister Ning Ning, good guy, I don’t know if I don’t see it, I immediately felt that the teacher brought Ning Ning alone. If you pay the money of three students, you will feel blush.

Under Jian Heng's gaze, the little girl had already taken three small toys to her small table, not only for herself but also for Xiao An, and that guy was busy winding up one of them. Jumping like a toad, Jian Heng didn't stop once from the time he started watching until he saw a black line on his forehead.

It's not just that Ning Ning is not worry-free, there is no one in the group of farts who is worry-free, and the female teacher who brought Ning Ning and Xiao An in couldn't stop talking, and seemed to want to attract the attention of these little guys, but it's a pity What's more, the children play their own way and don't care what the teacher says at all. There is no such thing as domestic students being afraid of the teacher.

  When the teacher's eyes slanted towards the door, Jian Heng shrunk his forehead subconsciously. He felt guilty that if the teacher saw him, he would stuff Xiao Ningning back for him and let him take him home.

  With this feeling in his heart, Jian Heng felt that he couldn't continue watching in school, so he slipped back into the car, turned on the ignition, left the school and drove back.

  Just entered the town, Jian Heng saw Zhao Changshan's new pickup just coming out of the ranch road.

   As soon as the two cars crossed, Jian Heng pressed the window: "What are you doing?"

   "I'm going to class too, have you sent both children to school?" Zhao Changshan asked.

  Looking at Jian Heng and nodding, Zhao Changshan asked again: "Are the two children crying?"

   "I didn't have it when I sent it. I don't know if it's the children crying or the teacher crying at night." Jian Heng said with a smile.

   "How do you say that?"

Hearing Jian Heng's explanation, Zhao Changshan said: "Hey, it's all like this. This is how the Americans teach. Everyone who sits or stands does not stand. It is not the same in China. Children who want to learn can't do it. Need to be reminded, children who don’t want to study are just playing and playing ball, anyway, that’s what happened, I tell you that I regret it, if I knew I would let the children finish high school and then come to college, the college here is good, other things It's really not that good."

   "The two of them just went to meet each other, and they won't be here. I mean the same as you. Just wait for the child to finish middle school and come here to go to college." Jian Heng said.

   After speaking, he remembered that Zhao Changshan was going to class, so he asked, "Why are you still in class?"

   "Anyway, if you have money to get it, why don't you go? Why don't you go and have a look?" Zhao Changshan said.

   Jian Heng thought that I was fine here, so he nodded, and the two cars came one after the other, Zhao Changshan's new pickup was in front, and Jian Heng's Lexus was behind, and drove towards the classroom where the class was held.

After driving for about forty minutes, when we arrived at the place, Jian Heng found out that the place looked quite formal. After asking, he found out that this is a formal training institution. There are not only cooking, but also carpentry, water and electricity, etc. A local agency that is qualified to issue the certificate.

After working in the classroom, Jian Heng found that it was full of people with number 20 sitting there. Most of them Jian Heng could recognize and call out their names, and some of them couldn't. They are in their twenties, and the oldest one looks to be in his early thirties.

   After greeting everyone, Jian Heng found an empty desk and sat down.

  Zhao Changshan put down his backpack, and a minute later, someone brought over the ingredients used in the class. Only then did Jian Heng know that the content of today's lecture was to stir-fry fat intestines.

There are pots and stoves, fire and food, so Jian Heng just played with everyone, so he rolled up his sleeves, put on an apron, put on a blue tooth-tongue cap to protect his hair from falling into the dishes, and then went to work opened.

  Jian Heng does not spend a day or two cooking Chinese food. How much does it cost his ex-husband to fry a fat sausage, not to mention that the fat soup is cleaned and the oil in the fat sausage is pumped out.

  After tinkling and tinkering, Jian Heng was about to start frying. When he turned around, he saw a room full of silly foreigners who were still chopping vegetables, and most of them were still preparing the second side dish.

  Looking at them, Jian Heng couldn't help but think in his heart: These stupid foreigners, it's okay to be really stupid!

Generally speaking, a foreigner’s chef always carries a bag of knives with him. There are at least a dozen large and small knives, and there are more than twenty or thirty. A knife, at most a bone-cutting knife, one or two knives have done what they have done with a dozen knives. These American apprentices are a bit hard to play with. Holding a knife is like holding a knife. It feels like a straw fork, which is awkward.

  "Chinese chef's knife is really difficult to use, why only use one knife, can't we learn from us and let different knives do different things?"

  At this time, the female student standing at the table next to Jian Heng complained to Jian Heng.

  Jian Heng can't remember her name, but he still replied jokingly: "If you are a chef student in China, you will probably be beaten by the teacher!"

The female student was also happy when she heard it: "It's really difficult! Teacher Zhao felt that he cut a plate of shredded potatoes in a few seconds, almost every piece was almost thin, and the movements were smooth and natural. After a week of practice, I still couldn't cut it. it is good".

   Speaking of this, the female student was a little distressed.

Jian Heng laughed and said, "Do you know how many years he spent practicing this kung fu? You only took a few classes and you want to reach his level? Let me tell you this, if it is not professional training, Most people cook their whole lives and can't cut his potato shreds."

Zhao Changshan and Jian Heng mentioned that when they learn to cook, potatoes are cut in pots, and they can’t lift their hands after a day of cutting. There is also a spoon, and the pot is not filled with vegetables but real sand. , Start practicing from one catty, start with a small amount, and then increase it little by little.

  The pain of learning art is not comparable to the current group of students. If you play like this for an hour or two here, you can't grind Zhao Changshan's kung fu in ten years.

  The so-called fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. If you want to learn a craft without working hard, it is doomed to fail. The process of working hard is painful for any chef.

  (end of this chapter)