After a brief introduction, Harry learned the middle-aged man's name.
Peng Ying Zong, a descendant of the Tan family cuisine in China. As for why he came to the UK to open a restaurant, he didn't say, and Harry didn't ask.
The girl at the front desk was his daughter.
Her name was Peng Qin Xuan.
They also learned Harry's name and some basic information about him.
"Master, can I start training tomorrow? I'll go home and tell my aunt," Harry said.
"Sure, come or not, it's up to you," Peng Ying Zong nodded and said, a little kid, whether he can persevere in basic skills is a question.
Harry nodded and turned to leave.
After Harry's back disappeared, Peng Qin Xuan asked Peng Ying Zong, "Dad, are you really going to take him in?"
Peng Ying Zong said, "Hey, let's see how talented he is first. I don't mind passing on my skills to foreigners, just like how Master Jiang didn't mind sharing his craft with us without reservation."
"If he's not talented, he won't be able to learn." After finishing, Peng Ying Zong turned and went into the kitchen.
When Harry returned home, it was already dark.
Aunt Petunia wanted to get angry, but seeing the mark on Harry's clothes, she reluctantly put her anger away.
However, after dinner, when Harry told her that he wasn't going to school and would learn cooking, the fire came out.
"Use that dog-shit head of yours and think it through before you say this again," Aunt Petunia's shrill voice almost pierced Harry's eardrums.
Her face, twisted with anger, looked more like a witch from a story.
Harry looked at her calmly, without any reaction. Going to school meant nothing to him.
Yes, he could go to a public school all the way to adulthood.
But what was the point?
No good company in Britain would accept people from public schools, unless it was a prestigious school.
But it required money, Harry didn't have any, and Aunt Petunia's family would never pay for his expensive tuition.
After finishing public school, he might just spend his whole life doing odd jobs, here and there.
He had magic, but only three spells for now. He still had no clue on how to unlock more spells.
What if he only had these three spells for the rest of his life?
Healing could help with illnesses, but he needed a valid reason for using it.
Maybe being a doctor wouldn't be bad.
But the medical profession, in any country, requires a lot of investment in the early stages.
The same problem, he had no money.
Attack acceleration could give him a boost, perhaps he could be a track athlete, but athletes also need money.
No money, no matter how well trained, there's no chance to compete.
That's how reality is.
With the experience from his dream, Harry understood the importance of planning ahead, he needed to plan for his future.
An old saying goes, "Learn a skill, you won't fear the world."
At least you won't starve, and it's the same with cooking.
After all, everyone needs to eat.
Being a cook, as long as you're not lazy, you can find work anywhere.
Oh, damn, he's British now, not Chinese, but Harry felt that this sentence was very true.
"Whatever, I'm going to learn to cook. Going to school means nothing to me, right?" Harry said calmly.
"What do you mean it means nothing..." Aunt Petunia instinctively retorted, then, then she couldn't speak.
Obviously, she knew the fate of public school graduates.
Otherwise, Dudley wouldn't have paid expensive tuition to go to a private school.
"Even if you object, I won't go back to school." Harry finished, without waiting for any response from his aunt, he went directly back to his cupboard bedroom.
He heard indistinct sounds from outside, probably muffled, angry screams.
Damn it, why can't I speak Chinese? This foreign language is so hard to understand.
The next day, at the dinner table, Uncle Vernon's face was very gloomy, probably Aunt Petunia had told him about this matter.
But unexpectedly, he didn't get mad at Harry.
As long as Harry didn't affect their family situation, he generally chose to ignore him.
As long as he didn't do those mysterious and strange things that would reveal their family's problems, he didn't even want to talk to Harry.
"Have you made up your mind, boy?" Uncle Vernon only said one sentence.
"I have." Harry nodded and looked into his eyes.
"Then go." Uncle Vernon lowered his head and started eating breakfast.
Dudley obviously didn't understand what they were talking about, and of course he didn't have time to think about it, he was too busy eating, where would he have time to think about these messy things?
Probably his cousin is causing trouble again.
Aunt Petunia's lips moved, but since Uncle Vernon had already agreed, she couldn't say anything more.
Harry finished breakfast and walked towards the opposite direction from his usual school route.
He came to the Peng's Restaurant.
It wasn't open yet.
Apparently they didn't do breakfast business.
Harry stood at the door and waited.
Around nine o'clock, Peng Ying Zong and Peng Qin Xuan arrived.
As soon as they arrived, they saw Harry leaning against the door waiting.
"Kid, aren't you going to school?" Peng Ying Zong felt a little surprised. He had planned to wait for Harry to finish school before coming to practice basic skills, but he didn't expect to see him standing at the door waiting so early in the morning.
"I'm not going to school anymore. I'm going to focus on learning to cook with you," Harry said.
Harry thought his actions would be appreciated by Peng Ying Zong, after all, his intentions were sincere.
"Nonsense!" But he didn't expect Peng Ying Zong to have a gloomy face and shout angrily.
Harry was startled, Peng Ying Zong was much scarier than Uncle Vernon.
Uncle Vernon was like a pampered white fat pig.
Peng Ying Zong was like a strong, bear-like blind man, his intimidating aura was different.
Harry was already thinking, if he unleashed the Slowdown Spell on him, could he escape.
"You have books to read, and you don't read them. Do you know how precious it is to be able to read?" Peng Ying Zong was furious.
In China before 1986, how many children couldn't go to school? This little foreign devil, he doesn't study and comes to learn cooking from him, isn't that a waste of time?
Peng Ying Zong wanted to take on an apprentice, but he never thought of having someone skip school.
So he was concerned about my education?
Harry looked at Peng Ying Zong with a furious face, and the idea of using the Slowdown Spell on him vanished.
A warm current also flowed through his heart, how long has it been since anyone cared about him?
It seems like it's been forever.
Harry explained, "I've had enough knowledge. I can't learn anything useful in school."
He wasn't lying, but no normal person would believe him.
Peng Ying Zong was a normal person, he was amused by Harry's words.
"Such arrogance." Peng Ying Zong said disdainfully.
Harry was speechless, what do you do when no one believes the truth?
Only through action can you prove it.
Harry asked Peng Ying Zong to test his knowledge, to confirm that he didn't need to go to school anymore.
Although Peng Ying Zong didn't go to school, in fact, there were no schools back then, they hired tutors and went to private schools, spending an hour to learn characters.
He focused his energy on learning his craft, after all, back then, reading was not as important as learning a craft.
But his daughter did go to school.
Peng Ying Zong asked Peng Qin Xuan to set a test for Harry.
If he didn't pass, he had to go back to school obediently, he could practice basic skills, and he would teach him after school.
Then Peng Ying Zong and Peng Qin Xuan were dumbfounded.
Especially Peng Qin Xuan, she had been to a girls' school, and had learned basic knowledge, such as math, biology, Chinese, etc.
But Harry knew more than she did. Originally, Peng Qin Xuan was going to test him, but later, Harry ended up teaching her some things she didn't know.
It made her blush, after all, being taught by a primary school student as an adult, it was a bit embarrassing.
However, this also proved that Harry's knowledge was indeed enough to skip school.
At least that's what Peng Ying Zong thought.
After all, his daughter, who had been to school, still had to be taught by Harry, so Harry was basically a teacher.
Why would a teacher go to school?