Chapter 55 Morrowind Elementary School
Liu Qian became famous overnight.
By the time she found out, her emoticons were already being used in the class.
The video of her live broadcast was edited by netizens and made into a variety of emoticons, GIFs and ghost videos. It swept the ghost section of Station B and stayed in the top ten hot searches on Weibo for a week.
Even Ji Yue would ask with lingering fear when she was ordering: "Did you have snacks today?"
Along with this, Jiang Feng and Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant have gained a lot of popularity. Netizens who are not too dissatisfied with the excitement are posting "hahahaha", "What did the president do wrong" and "asking for the psychological shadow of Cai Duanzi" on Weibo every day? , then @ Liu Qian.
By the way, Liu Qandao’s number of Weibo fans exceeded 500,000 in one fell swoop, and some advertisers contacted her to advertise on Weibo.
Liu Qian seems to have changed from an eighteenth-tier anchor who was struggling to make ends meet, to a third-tier anchor who was struggling to make ends meet and making a little profit.
In a blink of an eye, it’s volunteer day.
It is unknown which student union president decided on this volunteer day.
Early on Sunday morning, a large group of sleepy A students gathered at the school gate at five o'clock and were taken to Chenfeng Elementary School by two buses.
Wait, Morrowind Elementary School? ? ?
When Jiang Feng got out of the car and saw the low-key and luxurious gate of Chenfeng Elementary School and the row of maple trees planted at the gate, he thought he was still dreaming before he woke up. Volunteer activities should not go to county and township primary schools to teach, or to help in orphanages and nursing homes. No matter how hard it is, you should go to the roadside to deliver bottles of water to the janitor aunt.
Why come to an aristocratic elementary school like Chenfeng Elementary School?
As the most famous aristocratic elementary school in City A and a private one, Jiang Feng felt that volunteers like them might be more suitable to be helped than them.
"Did you drive the wrong car? How did you get to Chenfeng Elementary School?" Jiang Feng asked Liu Qian. He had been catching up on sleep in the car and didn't listen to anything the student union officer said.
"President Liu said that today the senior students of Chenfeng Primary School volunteered to help the lonely elderly, and we will join them." Liu Qian said.
Jiang Feng understood instantly. While helping the lonely elderly people, he also helped primary school students to help the lonely elderly people.
It sounds like volunteering has been especially tough this year.
The student union officer is assigning tasks to everyone.
"This volunteer activity has a total of three contents. Go to the kitchen to help prepare three meals a day, clean the campus, and perform a show for the lonely elderly people. The task of the kitchen is relatively heavy. Which students think that they are good at cooking? Not bad, are you willing to help?”
Jiang Feng, Liu Qian and Wu Minqi all raised their hands.
When the student union officer saw it, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Hey, Jiang Feng, my family owns a restaurant, so professional!
Liu Qian, she should be pretty good at cooking and cooking every day.
The other girl... seems to be from Jiang Feng's club, and she should be pretty good together.
"Okay, it's just the three of you. There are also some teachers and students from Chenfeng Elementary School to help in the kitchen. We need more people to clean. Are there any classmates who are willing?"
4 members of the Home Economics Club:? ? ?
Who is in the home economics club?
Classmate, please wake up, those three are from the chess club!
When Jiang Feng and the others came to the kitchen, the students and teachers in the kitchen were already busy.
It seemed to be tight and orderly. A half-year-old child who had just reached Jiang Feng's waist was standing on a stool and holding a large iron spoon, seemingly professionally stirring the white porridge that was not boiling at all in the pot. There were a dozen other little carrot heads on hand. They all carried things and walked around. The four female teachers were chopping vegetables. It didn't look like the chaos of war that Jiang Feng had imagined.
Jiang Feng was still lamenting that Noble Primary School was worthy of being a Noble Primary School, even a group of ten-year-old carrot heads were doing things in such an orderly manner.
The next second, the carrot head in front of Jiang Feng lost his spoon and fell into the pot.
Jiang Feng:...
Carrot Tou stretched out his hand to grab the spoon, but saw that most of his body was about to lean into the pot.
Jiang Feng rushed up to him and took him down to prevent the tragedy of boiling the child that was about to happen.
"There's no need to cook it before it's boiled. And you kids, it's best not to touch the fire. Ask your teacher if there's anything else you can help with." Jiang Feng advised in a good voice.
The child's eyes were filled with disappointment, and he stared at the pot reluctantly.
"I came here because my family doesn't let me touch the fire."
Jiang Feng:...
Are all your children who don’t have compulsory education so showy?
"Liu Chengxing, don't touch the pot!" The female teacher closest to Jiang Feng who was cutting a pumpkin put down her knife and snapped at the boy who was trying to get a spoon. She turned around and yelled at two girls each holding a small bag of flour: "Xiang Jingwen, Hu Xuehui, put the flour back for me!"
Jiang Feng:...
Well, everything before was an illusion.
The female teacher turned her head to Jiang Feng and the others. Liu Qian had already taken out her mobile phone, and Wu Minqi had already begun to look at the kitchen and the ingredients outside.
"You are volunteers from University A, right? My surname is Chen, Teacher Chen, the one in blue is Teacher Wang, the one in black is Teacher Zhou, and the other one is also Teacher Zhou. Please help us look at the porridge, this little kid I like to make trouble, which may cause some trouble," Teacher Chen said.
"Teacher Chen, are you going to cook pumpkin porridge?" Wu Minqi found that the four teachers were cutting pumpkins.
"Well, we organized the volunteer activity this time to remember the bitterness and sweetness. The three meals are relatively simple, and there are not many people in our school. There are about 200 people in the three grades plus teachers and elderly people." Teacher Chen explained Said, "The pumpkins are all organic pumpkins, grown in our school's own breeding base."
While helping the lonely elderly people, we also take them to reminisce about the hardships and sweet memories...
Jiang Feng could no longer complain about this magical volunteer activity.
"Let me chop the vegetables. The pumpkins you cut are too big to be cooked." Wu Minqi couldn't help Teacher Chen's reaction and picked up the kitchen knife. Chop all the slightly larger pieces of pumpkin into puree.
"Are there any sweet potatoes? This pumpkin is not sweet and will have no flavor when cooked." Wu Minqi asked.
"Yes, yes, yes." Teacher Chen, who was stunned while watching Wu Minqi chopping vegetables, woke up from a dream and shouted to the two little girls who were playing with each other by smashing potatoes in the corner: "Chen Xi, Chen Mengqi, don't smash potatoes! You guys are still Wang Hao came from behind and brought two bags of sweet potatoes.”
After receiving the teacher's instructions, the students ran towards the warehouse at the back.
"Teacher Wang, I'll be the only one for you and Teacher Zhou to cut the vegetables. You don't have to work too hard." Wu Minqi said that even if she almost cut you, it would be in vain and I would have to cut it again.
The other three teachers put down their knives and were a little confused.
Jiang Feng and Liu Qian were also a little confused.
It seems...there's nothing wrong with us.
The porridge is all in the pot, and Wu Minqi does all the chopping and cooking. The only thing left is to wash and peel the sweet potatoes, which can be done by one person.
Other students are cleaning and performing outside, chatting with the lonely elderly and working hard. Is it really okay for us to be salty fish here?
Jiang Feng fell into deep self-blame.
Then he saw Liu Qian click on the live broadcast.
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WTF? (End of chapter)