What If I Accidentally Made My Debut?

  Chapter 608 Poor and Rich

  Seeing that the order of Qi Lin's roll call is exactly the same as the order of self-introduction of the previous students!

  The children didn’t think so much, but they just felt that the new teacher could remember their own names, which is very good.

  After introducing each other, the class officially started.

   In this regard, Sun Mingyi has worked hard, no matter who he is, he has more courses.

   "The first class is Chinese, all students turn to the twenty-ninth page of the book."

  The students were already ready, and they opened their books one after another upon hearing this, while Qi Lin and Bi Zimu walked out of the classroom.

  Before they came, they had read the script and knew what their current mission was.

Cook!

  Because the students’ homes are far away, they have to eat at school at noon.

  In such a remote place, there is no such thing as food expenses, all the ingredients are carried by the students from home.

   Of the three tile-roofed houses, the middle one is the classroom, the left side is the resting place of their three teachers, and the rightmost one is the kitchen and utility room.

  Qi Lin and Bi Zimu walked in front, followed by the photographer.

  After pushing away the kitchen, I saw that it was a little empty inside. There was a stove in the innermost position, and a few bottles and cans were simply placed on the stove.

   Opposite the stove, there were some grasses, the specific species of which Qi Lin didn't know.

   There were several bags beside the haystack. Qi Lin walked over and saw that they were rice, white flour, and a bag of potatoes.

   There is a red plastic bucket not far away, and there are some water marks around it. It seems to be a water tank.

   Apart from this, there is nothing else in the house.

  Bi Zimu saw so many potatoes, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and turned to look at Qi Lindao.

   "Brother, they don't even have green onions!"

   Qi Lin went to look at the bottles and jars, salt, monosodium glutamate, soybean oil, and dried chili.

  There are only these condiments, especially the oil, which is pitifully scarce.

   "Let's stew potatoes at noon."

   Qi Lin rolled up his sleeves after finishing speaking. In fact, Qi Lin's cooking skills are not bad. Anyway, he is also a child born in a restaurant, and his imitation ability is amazing.

  If you ask him to cook a Manchu-Han banquet, he will definitely not be able to cook North and South dishes, but if you ask him to cook some home-cooked dishes, there is absolutely no problem.

  Qi Lin picked up the tool and cleaned the pot first, while Bi Zimu beside him was a little dazed.

   "Brother, what should I do?"

   "Fire!"

  Bi Zimu heard the words and looked at the stove, and then at the haystack behind him.

  Although you haven’t burned a fire, have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running?

  He is also preparing decently.

  Qi Lin cleaned the pot in a short time, then picked up the kitchen knife on the side, and started cleaning it after turning it slightly in the palm of his hand. Then he directly started peeling and cutting into pieces with the kitchen knife.

  His eyes lit up when he saw the accompanying photoshoot, and he thought that this knife skill alone would be enough to attract attention when it is broadcast!

   As expected of Qi Lin, it is simply the heat of walking.

   After cutting the ingredients, Qi Lin was ready to start cooking, but when he looked down, Bi Zimu was still preparing firewood.

  Qi Lin was a little speechless.

"Let me do it."

  Bi Zimu was a little embarrassed. He wanted to help, but the more he helped, the busier he became.

   "Brother, what am I doing?"

  Bi Zimu is still very clear, in the case of not enough cafes, you really have no camera if you don’t work!

   "Let's clean up the trash."

  Qi Lin pointed to the place where he peeled the potatoes, and Bi Zimu readily agreed, and went to find the broom.

   Qi Lin started to prepare lunch, and the ingredients and condiments were limited, so he could only do his best.

   Time soon came to noon, Qi Lin looked at his watch, and rang the bell for the end of get out of class.

  The students came out with their own rice bowls, and Bi Zimu's job came at this time. He was responsible for feeding the children.

   When Sun Mingyi came out, Qi Lin was startled.

   I haven't seen him for a whole morning, and Sun Mingyi's lips are all cracked.

  You can tell how haggard it is just by looking at it, Qi Lin thought to himself, are these children all little devil kings? Give Sun Ming so much loyalty?

  How did Qi Lin know that this was because Sun Mingyi had been giving lectures to these children almost non-stop all morning.

  It would be like this for anyone who talks for hours on end, after all, they are not the kind of hosts who talk a lot every day.

   Qi Lin served him a bowl of rice covered with potatoes.

   "Hurry up and eat, it will be easier in the afternoon."

"Um."

  Sun Mingyi agreed, only feeling a burning pain in his throat.

  Xin Dao will have to go to the program team to get some medicine for a while, otherwise it will be a problem whether he can speak out tomorrow.

  Qi Lin also filled a bowl full of rice for himself, tasted a bite of potatoes, and thought that his cooking was pretty good.

  Looking at the children who are gorging on cooking, Qi Linxin said that being a chef is also a joyful thing.

  As everyone was eating, Bi Zimu took out the script and looked at the arrangement for the afternoon.

  There are only two classes in the afternoon as the students are walking home.

  One music class and one math class.

   Qi Lin is considered to have a bye today, but Sun Mingyi has to work overtime.

   When it was time for class in the afternoon, Bi Zimu had an extra harmonica in his hand.

  Before the program group asked him to choose to bring a musical instrument, he thought about it, and finally brought a harmonica.

  Because of its small size and easy portability, he brought more than 20 of them this time, from top to bottom, everyone has a share.

  And the harmonica is relatively easy to learn among musical instruments.

   When it was time for class, Bi Zimu gave each a harmonica, which made these children very happy.

   When he looked at Bi Zimu again, his eyes immediately changed, it was a look that everyone was his own.

   Immediately, Bi Zimu began to teach the children how to play the harmonica.

   But what made him a little desperate was that these kids didn’t even know Do Remi, so he could only teach them bit by bit.

   But judging by his speed, let alone let these children learn to play the harmonica in the end, maybe even a simple piece of music is enough.

  Bi Zimu had no choice but to bite the bullet!

   Fortunately, these children are also up to the challenge. They learned the melody on the harmonica on the first day, and then according to Bi Zimu's score, they can hear a little melody.

   Then it was Sun Mingyi's appearance.

   Qi Lin did nothing on the first day except cook a meal.

  Actually, Qi Lin had only two classes in total in the past three days, and Bi Zimu was similar, and Sun Mingyi had the most work.

   But when it comes to post-editing, Qi Lin must be the one who takes the most shots, and this is almost a matter of knowing the result without thinking.

   Otherwise, why do small stars want to become big stars?

  In the show business circle, although coffee position cannot determine everything, it can determine many things!

   When it was dark, Qi Lin sent the students away one by one outside the door.

   Looking at the students leaving the school with laughter, Qi Lin also smiled.

   How nice and full of sunshine.

  Though materially they are poor, spiritually they are extremely rich.

  (end of this chapter)