Zhang Yingying also nodded, "I haven't had this kind of meal in many years. It feels like I'm dreaming back to my childhood."

"Well, the most popular one among us is probably Yaoyao." Zhang Xiao stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth and continued, "You still have fans in such a remote place."

"What should we do in the afternoon?"

"The kids still have to take a nap."

"Oh oh oh, yes, there is also a nap, I forgot about it. Huh... no, you don't take naps this season, right?" Song Jia tilted her head and asked the teacher next to her who was sitting with them for dinner. After getting a positive answer, I turned around and shared my conclusion with several others.

"Then let's play some small games with them."

Jiang Ran added weakly, "But aren't they here to learn?!"

"Then let's go listen to the teacher's class and learn..."

"It makes sense, otherwise we wouldn't know what to do tomorrow. We can also ask the teacher to help and give me some guidance on teaching."

Several people gathered together and started discussing, and after a while, their bowls were bottomed out. At this time, the students in the cafeteria had almost finished eating and had left. The two teachers who had just cooked began to clear away the tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks in the cafeteria. It was clearly February weather, and they were wearing thin bottoms. It was so hot that I sweated on my forehead.

Several people looked at the two teachers busy and couldn't help but sigh, "Oh my God, they are working too hard."

"As soon as I get up in the morning, I have to start preparing, cooking, and cooking. I have to prepare meals for the children at noon. After the children finish eating, I have to eat a few bites in a hurry and then I have to clean up the dishes, wipe the table, wash the dishes and pots, and clean the kitchen. , I’ll probably be able to make dinner after finishing it. It’s so busy, I barely have time to breathe.” Zhang Xiao said with admiration, “This is still something we can see, and there are many things we can’t see. But they need to do it.”

Jian Zhiyao also nodded, "And it's not just a day, they need to do it every day. Day after day, year after year, it's really not easy to persevere."

"I used to think that we were already very tired, but now I realize that there are many people who are more tired and have harder work than us."

The director coughed twice, looked at the few people who looked sighing but remained motionless, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to help these two teachers clean up?"

Jiang Ran looked at the piles of dirty dishes and chopsticks piled up and messed up in the two carts. To be honest, she really felt disgusted in her heart and didn't want to get her hands on them - let alone others who had used them, she just ate them herself. She despises any bowl she eats.

But without helping, they sit here while others are busy without touching the ground, which seems a bit unjustifiable.

"Okay, teacher, we're here to help you!"

"Then let me sweep the floor."

"I can do the dishes."

"Then I...I'll clean the table."

In the blink of an eye, everyone found something for themselves. After busying themselves with things in the cafeteria, they looked at the time and saw that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. They hurried to the teacher's office to ask for advice, and finally went to the last room in the classroom. A row of students listened to the class and learned the teacher's teaching method.

After returning to the small courtyard rented by the program team, the six of them were a little tired and found their own seats, sitting or lying down and began to relax.

"Huh... I'm so tired today..."

"It turns out that talking to children is so tiring. It's only been one afternoon and my voice has become hoarse." Zhang Yingying slumped down on the soft chair weakly , "Who among us will go first tomorrow?!"

After a brief silence, Zhang Xiao raised his hand and said, "I think I can teach you a small chemistry experiment, but this requires some props. I don't know if the program team is prepared."

"In the afternoon, I can invite the students to role-play, and then explain and deepen the theme of the story. I think it will be quite easy."

"Director, don't you say a few words?!"

The director who was suddenly cue was confused, "What did I say?"

Song Jia also looked shocked, "Director, don't you have anything to explain about how we should carry out our mission?"

"No, no, you decide for yourself." The director waved his hands repeatedly, "I believe in you, come on!"

Song Jia, "..."

Is it possible that I don't believe in myself? !

Despite this, a few people still had no intention of messing up. After discussing this topic for a long time, they finally arranged the class schedule for these days.

Morning of the first day: Zhang Xiao’s small chemistry experiment class.

Afternoon of the first day: Song Jia plays a fairy tale in different roles.

The next morning: Jian Zhiyao’s music class.

The afternoon of the second day: Zhang Yingying’s introduction to the development of modern science and technology.

…

As for the course schedules of Jiang Yi and Jiang Ran, since they haven't decided what they want to do yet, they are temporarily vacant and will be arranged later when they are figured out.

So in the first two days, Jiang Ran and others assisted the main teacher in class while planning the subsequent itinerary. They were busy from morning to night without rest. After returning to the small yard, they had to cook by themselves. In order to save energy, they always cook as simple as possible. There was even a meal that they didn't want to cook themselves, so they still had to fight with the program crew to grab the extra lunch boxes from the program crew.

However, in just a few days, the spirits of several people became quite depressed.

After eating porridge and side dishes for several days, several of them were tasteless. Not to mention they were greedy, even a bucket of instant noodles could make them happy for a long time. On the way back after a day's work, several people couldn't help but say, "Ah... I really want to eat barbecue, hot pot, barbecue, milk tea, pudding, and small cakes." …”

"Me-too, I really want to eat too! I want to eat something delicious to soothe my stomach."

"Want to have barbecue? We can barbecue by ourselves. In the evening, we can eat barbecue, drink some wine, and chat about our experiences. It's wonderful just thinking about it."

Jiang Ran sighed in frustration, shattering their illusions, "Baking is very simple, but we don't have the tools or ingredients."

It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, so it's all in vain to talk about it now.

"Who said there are tools that we don't have? We don't have them. The program team must have them!" Jian Zhiyao said a strange "Huh" and proposed a new idea.

Hearing this, the six guests suddenly opened their eyes in realization. They all turned to stare at the director, with a malicious smile on their faces, "Director..."

An hour later, Jiang Ran sat on a small stool in front of the barbecue grill. She held a handful of skewers in her left hand and grilled them. In her right hand, she grabbed a small brush and dipped it in various seasonings such as chili powder, cumin, and Sichuan pepper powder. Apply it on the skewers, and the spicy flavor of the charcoal grill will come out immediately, making people salivate after smelling it.