Chapter 55： Chenfeng Elementary School

Liu Qian got angry overnight.

By the time she found out, the squad was already using her expression pack.

The video of her live broadcast was edited by netizens and made into various expression packs, GIF animation and ghost animal videos. She swept the B station ghost animal area for a while, and Weibo hot search lasted for a week in the top ten.

季 Even Jiyue would ask with anxiety as she ordered, "Did you have a snack today?"

Taken together, Jiang Feng and the Healthy Cooking Restaurant made a wave of excitement. Seeing that the lively netizens were “hahahaha” on Weibo every day, “what did the president do wrong”, and “the psychological shadow area of ​​the vegetable dumplings” And then @ 刘倩.

By the way, Liu Qiandao's Weibo fans exceeded 500,000 in one fell swoop. Some advertisers contacted her to let her advertise on Weibo.

俨 Liu Qian suddenly changed from an 18-line small anchor who waited to make ends meet to a small three-line anchor who had a slight surplus waiting for death.

In a blink of an eye, it was Volunteer Day.

As for which student union president decided to pat the thigh on this volunteer day, it is unknown.

On Sunday morning, a large group of sleepy A college students gathered at the school gate at five o'clock and were taken to Chenfeng Elementary School by two buses.

Hey wait, Chenfeng Elementary School? ? ?

When Qiu Jiangfeng got out of the car, she saw Chenfeng Elementary School ’s low-key luxury school gate and a row of maple trees planted at the entrance, thinking she was not awake and still dreaming. Volunteer activities should not go to the county and township primary schools to support education, orphanages nursing homes to help, or go to the roadside to give the cleaners aunt bottles of water.

What is the aristocratic elementary school like Chenlai Chenfeng Elementary School?

As the most famous aristocratic elementary school in City A, it is still private. Jiang Feng feels that compared with them, these volunteers may be more suitable to be helped.

"Did you drive it wrong, why did you get to Chenfeng Primary School?" Jiang Feng asked Liu Qian that he had previously made up in the car and listened to what the student union officer said.

"President Liu said that the volunteer activities for senior students of Chenfeng Elementary School today helped orphans, and we are with them." Liu Qiandao.

Qiu Jiangfeng understood instantly, while helping the lonely elderly, while helping elementary school students to help the lonely elderly.

It sounds particularly difficult this year.

The Student Union Officer is assigning everyone's tasks.

"There are three contents of this volunteer activity. I went to HouChu to help me make three meals a day today, clean the campus, and perform programs for the widows and old people. The task of that HouChu is relatively heavy, and some students feel that they are cooking Not bad, would you like to help? "

Qiu Jiangfeng, Liu Qian and Wu Minqi raised their hands in unison.

干事 The student union officer's eyes suddenly turned on.

Alas, Jiang Feng, the restaurant is at home, professional!

倩 Liu Qian, cooking and cooking every day should be good.

Another sister ... It seems to be Jiang Feng's group, and their level should be good.

"Okay, just the three of you, the back chef and some Chenfeng Elementary School teachers and students to help. There are more people who need cleaning. Are there any classmates willing?"

4 members of the Jiajiazheng Club :? ? ?

Who is the housekeeping society?

Classmate, please be awake, those three belong to the chess club!

By the time the three Jiangxi Feng came to Houchi, the students and teachers of Houchi were already busy.

It seemed to be tight and orderly. A half-year-old child who had just arrived at Jiang Feng's waist stepped on a stool and held a large iron spoon. The seemingly professional stirring pot had no boiling white porridge at all. The other dozen small carrots were on the hands. They held things around and walked. The four female teachers were chopping vegetables.

Qijiang Feng is still lamenting that Noble Elementary School is indeed an aristocratic elementary school. Even a group of 10-year-old turnip heads is so organized.

For a second, the radish head in front of Jiang Feng did not hold the spoon and fell into the pot.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

The radish head stretched out his hand to get a spoon, and he saw that most of his body was about to pour into the pot.

Qiu Jiangfeng rushed forward and hugged him to stop the tragedy of boiling children.

"You don't need to cook it before you open it, and your children should not touch the fire and ask your teacher what else to help." Jiang Feng persuaded kindly.

The child's eyes were full of loss, and he reluctantly stared at the pot.

"I'm here only if the house doesn't allow fire."

Min Jiangfeng: ...

Are you all the kids who do n’t have compulsory education?

"Liu Chengzhang, don't touch the pot!" The nearest female teacher who was cutting pumpkin, Jiang Feng put down her knife and shouted at the boy who wanted to scoop, and turned to the two girls who held a small bag of flour one by one: "Xiang Jingwen, Hu Xuehui, put me back the flour!"

Min Jiangfeng: ...

Well, everything before was an illusion.

The female teacher turned her head to Jiang Feng, Liu Qian had taken out her mobile phone, and Wu Minqi had begun to look at the kitchen and the ingredients outside.

"You are volunteers of University A. My surname is Chen, Mr. Chen, Mr. Wang in blue clothes, Mr. Zhou in black coat, and Mr. Zhou in the other. Would you please show us the porridge, this child? I like to make trouble, it may be a bit troublesome. "Teacher Chen said.

"Mr. Chen, are you cooking pumpkin porridge?" Wu Minqi found that all four teachers were cutting pumpkins.

"Well, we are organizing volunteer activities this time to remember the hardships, all meals are relatively simple, and there are not many people in our school ~ www.novelhall.com ~ three grades plus teachers and old people total 200 Mr. Chen explained. "Pumpkins are all organic pumpkins, grown in our school's own cultivation base."

Help the lonely old man while taking the old lonely old man together to remember the hard times ...

Qijiang Feng was unable to speak up about this magical volunteer activity.

"Let me cut the vegetables. The pumpkins you cut are too big to be cooked well." Wu Minqi couldn't help but responded to Chen and picked up a kitchen knife. She picked it up and dropped it, brushing it. Slightly large pieces of pumpkin are chopped into puree.

"Are there any sweet potatoes, this pumpkin is not sweet, and it will taste bad when cooked." Wu Minqi asked.

"Yes, yes." Teacher Chen, who had watched Wu Minqi's chopped vegetables and woke up, woke up at first, and shouted at the two little girls who smashed potatoes in the corner: "Chen Xi, Chen Mengqi, don't smash potatoes! You still Wang Hao brought two bags of sweet potatoes from behind. "

的 The students instructed by the teacher ran towards the back room.

"Mr. Wang, I can cut vegetables by two Zhou teachers. You don't have to be busy." Wu Minqi hadn't cut you, and it was just a white cut, so I had to say it again.

The other three teachers were a little dazed when they put down the knife.

Qiu Jiangfeng and Liu Qian were also a little dazed.

It seems ... nothing happened to us.

The congee is all in the pot, and Wu Minqi, who cuts the vegetables, has all the packages, and the rest is just washing the sweet potatoes and shaving them, and it can be done by one person.

Other classmates perform cleaning work outside to accompany the widowed elderly to chat and work hard. Are we really good here?

Qiu Jiangfeng fell into deep self-blame.

Then he saw Liu Qian start the live broadcast.

Huh? ? ?

WTF?