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Mag looked over. It was a little boy that was about 1.2 meters tall. He looked skinny and weak. Even though he was wearing brand new school uniform, Mag could still see that uniform was hanging over his skinny body loosely.

However, he looked at the teacher doing the selection with red, pleading eyes.

Hera stepped forward and patted the boy in consolation. “Beck, your height didn’t meet the requirement. According to the rules, you cannot take part in this year’s course. Come back next year when you’re taller.”

“But... I really wanted to learn to cook from Mr. Mag. He’s my idol! I want to become a chef who is as great as him,” the boy named Beck said with despair. He lowered his head and sobbed. “I-I really can lift that pot.”

Hera sighed and turned her gaze to Mag, who was standing at the side.

Mag came over and said to Beck, “I can give you a chance. If you can lift that pot with one hand, you will be admitted.”

Beck looked up and saw Mag, who was wearing his black-and-white chef’s suit. His eyes glowed as he said, “Y-you are the chef, Mr. Mag!”

“You can call me Teacher Mag here,” Mag said with a smile, “I have already given you the chance. It’s up to you to grasp it.”

“I will definitely succeed.” Beck nodded gravely as he walked towards those metal pots that were filled with water.

The metal pot that was half-filled with water weighed over five kilos.

Lifting a five kilo pot by its handle and lifting a five kilo object from its base were two completely different matters.

Being able to handle one’s pot was a chef’s most basic requirement. This was also the reason why Mag set this test.

If you can’t even handle your own pot, how are you going to become a chef?

Everyone’s gaze turned on Beck as they secretly cheered him on.

“Go for it, Beck!” Hera even voiced her encouragement.

Beck came to a metal pot that was placed on the ground. He took a deep breath and reached out to grab the pot’s handle with his thin arm.

“Up!” Beck shouted and lifted with all his strength. His face was flushed, but the pot only swayed and lifted above the ground by 10 centimeters before falling back onto the ground again.

“Sigh.”

Everyone sighed. They thought that this child who was chasing after his dream, could create a miracle. However, looking at it now, the miracle didn’t happen.

Mag continued to look at Beck with an increasingly approving gaze.

Because this child didn’t give up nor despair.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his skinny arms. He stood even steadier and grabbed the handle from the bottom. He rested the pot handle on his forearm.

He took a deep breath before clenching his teeth and lifting it up.

Veins appeared on his thin arms and Beck’s red face looked menacing. That metal pot, that was also rather heavy for adults, was actually lifted up.

Moreover, it wasn’t just for a short moment this time. It was being lifted up steadily.

Sweat appeared on Beck’s forehead and his arms and legs were trembling. The metal pot was shaking and the water inside it was swaying too.

Everyone was quiet as they watched this scene. They were even holding their breath.

Beck clenched his teeth tightly as he stared at the metal pot in front of him. The metal pot was shaking and water was splashing out, but the pot was moving upwards steadily.

Finally, Beck stood up straight and lifted the metal pot over his chest height.

“He succeeded!”

Hera exclaimed with joy.

The students and teachers watching him cheered too.

A smile appeared on Beck’s pale face. He lost his grip on the metal pot as soon as he relaxed. The metal pot slipped away and his body fell backwards.

“Beck!” Hera shouted in shock.

Right at that moment, a hand caught the metal pot and another hand caught Beck’s falling body.

The heavy pot was caught steadily and not a drop of water spilled out.

And, Beck was held by Mag. He didn’t land on the floor.

Beck was stunned and then he said to Mag excitedly, “Teacher Mag, I have succeeded!”

“Yes. You have succeeded.” Mag helped him stand up straight before looking at him with appreciation. “You are admitted. You are the first student for the first batch of God of Cookery’s Advanced Class.”

“Really?! It’s great! Thank you so much!” Beck danced around excitedly.

Hera heaved a breath of relief when she saw that Beck was fine. She also smiled when she heard Mag’s words.

Initially, she was thinking that Mag’s requirements were too harsh and unfeeling, but she saw a glow on Mag now.

Wasn’t letting the child fight for the chance himself even more touching?

Mag was touched when he saw the bruise on Beck’s arm that was made by the pot. He was very satisfied with this child’s temperament.

A person who could be harsh on himself, would succeed easily once he was given a chance.

“Thank you for all your help, Teachers and Aunties. We will handle the rest of the interview. Thank you so much,” Mag said to Hera and the rest.

“This is the name list of the children that passed the interview. If you need anything, please come and look for me, Teacher Mag.” Hera handed a list to Mag before leaving with the other teachers and kitchen ladies.

Mag looked at the name list of 39 students. This wasn’t the final name list. He still had to conduct a simple interview to test their temperaments and see if they could become a chef.

He wanted to groom future chefs and not simply offer the children a hobby.

They might have chosen him for all kinds of reasons, but the only requirement that he had for these children was for them to want to become a chef.

“Is this the practical course’s teacher? His clothes look so cool!”

“I heard that the teacher is the most formidable chef on the Norland Continent! He is also the most expensive chef. It will be great if we can taste the food he cooks.”

“Then, if we learn to cook from him, will we become formidable chefs too?”

“There should be no problem with filling up our stomachs.”

The students were discussing softly with anticipation written all over their faces.

Mag curved his lips upwards when he heard their words. He put away the name list and walked over to the children. He said with a smile, “Hello, students. I am your chef’s training teacher, Mag. Thank you for trusting me and choosing my class. I will bring you to tour around the training center first before conducting the final interview. The students who pass the final interview will be the God of Cookery’s Advanced Class’ first batch of students.”

“Yes!” the children answered in unison.

“Come in.” Mag took out the key and opened the training center’s door. Currently, only he and Luna had the key to the training center.

“Wow!”

The students, who went in after Mag, all became amazed at the same time when they saw the magnificent training center.