What If I Accidentally Made My Debut?

The order of Qi Lin's roll call was exactly the same as the order of self-introduction of the previous students!

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

After introducing each other, the class officially began.

In this regard, Sun Mingyi has put in a lot of effort, no matter who let him have more courses.

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

The students were already ready, 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.

On the opposite side of the stove, there are some grasses, Qi Lin doesn't know the specific species.

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.

Other than that, there is nothing else in the house.

When Bi Zimu saw so many potatoes, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he 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 even more pitiful.

"Let's stew potatoes for lunch."

After Qi Lin finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves. 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 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 to wash the pot first, while Bi Zimu beside him was a little dazed.

"Brother, what should I do?"

"Fire!"

Hearing this, Bi Zimu looked at the stove, and then at the haystack behind him.

Although it has never been burned, have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running?

He was also well prepared.

It didn't take long for Qi Lin to clean the pot, then picked up the kitchen knife at the side, and started to clean it after turning it slightly in the palm of his hand, and then directly used the kitchen knife to start peeling and cutting into pieces.

His accompanying photographer's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he thought that just this knife skill will be enough to catch the wind 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 insufficient cafes, if you don't work, you really have no camera!

"Let's clean up the trash."

Qi Lin pointed to the place where he peeled the potatoes, 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.

The 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 one after another 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 didn't see him for a whole morning, and Sun Mingyi's lips were all cracked.

You can tell how haggard it is just by looking at it, Qi Lin thought to himself, are these kids 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.

Whoever talked for hours would have to do this, 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."

"Ok."

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

Xin Dao will have to go to the program team to order 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 mouthful of potatoes, and thought that his cooking was pretty good.

Looking at those children who are eating and cooking, Qi Linxin said that being a chef is also a joyful thing.

While everyone was eating, Bi Zimu took out the script and looked at the afternoon schedule.

Because the students had to walk home, there were only two classes in the afternoon.

One music class, one math class.

Even if Qi Lin had a bye today, Sun Mingyi had to work overtime instead.

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.

Moreover, 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, as if everyone belonged to him.

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

But what makes him a little desperate is that these children don't even know Doremi, so he can 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!

But fortunately, these children are also upbeat. 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.

In fact, Qi Lin had only two classes in total in these 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 with the most shots. 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.

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