Chapter 934 - I Won“t Eat His Beef Kebabs
Silence filled the room as Mag took the foldable grill and a bag of beef kebabs out of the cool box.
All of their expressions turned odd at the sight when Mag set up the rack.
Never once had they seen a parent bring a grill to a parent-teacher meeting. Was he preparing to grill some meat for the children on the spot?
The teachers held back their laughter. What was this going to turn into? A parent-teacher meeting turning into a barbecue?
“Um, Mr. Mag, is… is that a grill?” Luna asked hesitatingly. Although there wasn’t a problem with that, she found it odd.
Mag also realized that grilling beef kebabs was quite inappropriate, but having brought it here, it would be odd to bring it back. All he could do was bite the bullet. “Yes, Teacher Luna. I prepared some beef kebabs for the children. Can I do the grilling outside? Beef kebabs are best when eaten straight from the grill.”
“He’s really going to grill beef kebabs on the spot for the children.”
The crowd burst into laughter. That was not a request that teachers often got during a parent-teacher meeting.
“Did he misunderstand what I said in the morning?” Gjerj muttered with a strange look on his face.
“What did you say to him, honey?” Miranda asked in a whisper.
“Nothing. I just said parents typically bring some snacks and gifts for the kids. Maybe his definition of snacks is a little different. Beef kebabs, I guess?” Gjerj shrugged. “Anyway, it looks like we’re going to have a feast today!” He smiled.
“I…” Luna had never found herself in this kind of predicament before. It was unprecedented.
The school rules said nothing about prohibiting parents from grilling on campus, but then again, who in their right mind would want to grill on campus? This left Luna somewhat at a loss.
“My father’s beef kebabs are the best of the best,” Amy said proudly to other kids. “I’m sure you’ve never eaten anything half as good.”
“I want to eat beef kebabs, Mom.”
“Can I have some kebabs, Pop?”
The kids could barely hold their horses as they pictured kebabs sizzling on the grill.
“I think it’s a good idea, Teacher Luna,” said a balding teacher who taught common language. “The rules don’t say we can’t do that, so why not?”
The General Knowledge teacher nodded. “Our primary section won the Outstanding Contribution Award. It’s unprecedented.”
Luna looked at the excited kids, and then at Mag who was smiling. She hesitated a moment before nodding. “Okay. Then let’s get outside.”
“Thanks, Teacher Luna.” Then he picked up the grill and the cool box. “Give me a hand, Amy,” he called.
“Coming!” Amy frolicked over with a big smile. She got to eat her father’s cooking here, in Chaos School. It was a pleasure in life.
The classroom was located on the ground floor, so there was an empty spot in front of it. Mag set up the rack and placed all the condiments and sauces on the grill rack.
Many children and parents stuck their heads out of the windows and craned their necks to get a better look.
“All right, Amy, light them up,” Mag said, pointing at the charcoal pieces placed in the grill.
“Yes, Father.” A purple flame appeared in her palm and quickly turned into a fireball. She tossed it at the charcoal.
Whoosh! Every piece went up in flames, giving off strong and even heat.
Sally stood there watching with a smile. There was nothing she could do to help right now, but she could hand the kebabs out to the kids when they were done.
“Wow, fire magic!”
The children regarded Amy with awe and admiration. They couldn’t even imagine being able to use magic, but Amy made it look like it was nothing.
“Thanks!” Mag said to Amy. She had saved him time. Normally he would need at least several minutes to get the charcoal to the right temperature.
“It’s unhygienic to cook in the open air,” said a skinny man in expensive-looking clothes. His hair was stylish and glossy; apparently he had used a lot of wax. “And the beef can’t be fresh; it has been kept in that box for many hours already. I’ll never eat something like that.”
“Yes. We have to be careful what we put into our mouths,” said the woman sitting next to him. She was wearing a green dress, holding an extremely fat boy in her affectionate arms. “Our kid never eats street food, and we always bring our own tableware when eating out.”
Joseph nodded. “I won’t eat his kebabs, Mother.” Then he lowered his voice. “Can I have three fried chickens when we get back?”
Many people overheard Joseph parents’ conversation and grew hesitant about whether to let their children eat the meat or not.
“Unhygienic? There’s no restaurant more hygienic than Mag’s in the whole city,” Gjerj muttered in a low voice. He watched with anticipation as Mag put the kebabs on the grill.
I need to study harder, or I’ll never catch up to her, Parmer thought, sitting at the window gazing at Amy.
Luna stood there, looking in the direction of where the principal’s office was. Hopefully they won’t come down hard on me.
The kebabs were sizzling on the grill, grease slowly seeping out.
The smell of roast beef permeated the air, and it was growing stronger by the second.
“Smells so good!”