“Hooray.” Students shouted out of excitement and packed their kitchenware’s bag,
In the arched door at the rear of the auditorium, Mrs. Melissa, who wears the same uniforms as the students and Mr.Trika, a man with black short hair and dark skin, both of them stand at the edge of the arched door. “It’s really you, made a such great effort to invite the renowned tramontana’s company to this place even it wasn’t necessary.” Mr. Trika crossed his arms, said with a magnetic voice
“You don’t get it, if I didn’t invite them, student’s enthusiasm for culinary art might fade faster than we imagined.” Said Mrs Melissa
“You’re worrying about Elisa, right? That she won’t be able to graduat…”
Mr.Trika smiled helplessly
“There are still two years and a half, you can’t ask all students to make the same progress in a short time.” Mrs.Melissa interrupted his words impatiently “Well…the thing is she still can’t slice carrots into 0.5 centimeters and 1 centimeter while most students can.” Mr.Trika continued with a forced smile and sighed“ Do you think she could possibly cook well afterwards? I really think leaving might be a good option for her.”
Mrs.Melissa looked at Mr.Trika with little anger “Are you worrying that she might ruin our school’s reputation?” answered Mr.Trika without a hesitation “It’s possible, our high school is famous for Culinary Art, wouldn’t other people laugh at us if our student can’t even accomplish those basic culinary practices?
“Who knows?”
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