What was being a chef like? Taking command in the kitchen, then producing dish after dish with masterful skill and putting happy smiles on customers' faces? Perhaps that was true, but any chef capable of working in a restaurant had to undergo systematic training and practice first. As the saying went, one minute onstage took ten years of practice offstage. That saying applied not just to opera, but to cooking and other fields as well. Basically, achieving good results required hard study first, and now May needed to go through that process.
If May had been learning to be a housewife, Heath would never have imposed such strict requirements. A housewife only needed to cook tasty food; there were really no other requirements, so long as things were passable. It was simple. But to be a chef, she needed solid fundamentals. When making fried rice, she should be able to heat and season the rice evenly just by tossing the pan, without needing a spatula. That was a fundamental skill, and her knife skills had to be good as well. Still, Heath planned to start by teaching May to toss a pan and build up her arm strength. Otherwise, there were many things she would struggle to do well.
"Master Heath, this is so easy." May looked completely at ease. Although she was a girl, she was Norman's daughter, after all, so she had received some special training as a child. Tossing a pan and the like was still quite easy for her.
"Oh? So you're saying you're pretty tough." Heath looked at May with a smile, while Farfetch'd beside him gave her a sympathetic look. Tossing a pan once might not seem like a problem, and even a minute was easy, but the longer you kept tossing, the more