Dad: My lovely wife is top notch, she brings her baby to the door at the beginning

Chapter 591: First grade version of playing house

After driving for more than an hour, the school bus arrived at a resort in the suburbs. The scenery here is pleasant and the air is good.

After parking the car, Ouyang Jing held a small red flag and organized the students to get out of the car in an orderly manner.

Today's arrangement is to let primary school students get out of the arms of their parents, have fun, and cultivate their ability to be independent.

The students had gathered, and the first-grade dean shouted with a loudspeaker: "Let's start walking from now on, walk to the middle of the resort area, and reach the end when we see the pavilion. Everyone gather there."

"Okay, now please ask the head teachers of each class to lead the students forward in an orderly manner."

After saying that, the mighty crowd began to move. There were at least a thousand people on this outing, so it was not easy.

The primary school students did not walk so fast. After about twenty minutes of walking, some children were so tired that they were out of breath.

There is a very mellow child in Weiwei's class. His parents are also relatively plump, so they raised their son to be very heavyweight.

The little boy was seen with his mouth open, sweat dripping from his forehead, and a look of despair on his face.

As he walked, he cursed and said, "When will this end? I can't walk anymore."

He frowned and asked in a huff, "Teacher Ouyang, can you take a break~"

"Classmate Ma Zhuang, just hold on, we'll be there soon."

"We'll be there in ten minutes." Ouyang Jing answered while looking at the map on her phone.

"Ah! Okay then." Ma Zhuang pursed his lips and answered reluctantly.

Children need to help each other, not to mention that Weiwei is the class monitor. The little guy came to Ma Zhuang and said with concern: "You can't walk anymore, I can hold you."

As soon as these words came out, the children around Weiwei also came over and said, "We are here to help too."

Immediately, everyone's little hands were held together, which saved their strength, and Ma Zhuang's face was also filled with a smile.

"Thank you everyone for helping me, thank you."

"My mother brought me big buns, and I'll treat everyone to them later."

Although Ma Zhuang was raised chubby by his parents, the little guy still knows how to repay kindness and be grateful.

Soon, the pavilion mentioned by the grade director arrived. Many children were exhausted after walking all the way.

Everyone ran inside and huffed and sat directly on the chairs. After resting for a while, they all took out snacks from their backpacks and started eating.

At this time, after Ouyang Jing organized the students to the resting place in her class, her vision suddenly went dark and she fell unconscious.

The children were shocked after seeing it and didn't know what to do.

The teachers in other classes were still getting lunch equipment, and there was no adult around them.

Weiwei quickly told her classmates to find other teachers, and they were waiting for Ouyang Jing.

Slowly, Weiwei discovered that her class teacher's fainting looked more and more like hypoglycemia. Her father had told her about this symptom.

Immediately, the little guy took out the chocolate given by Song Baofeng from his backpack and quickly stuffed it into Ouyang Jing's mouth.

Soon, she opened her eyes vaguely.

Seeing this, Weiwei said excitedly: "Teacher Ouyang, you are awake."

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Ouyang Jing was very confused when she saw herself lying on the ground and all the students looking at her.

At this time, Liu Ximeng handed her a bottle of water and said, "Teacher Ouyang, you fainted. It was Weiwei who put a piece of chocolate in your mouth and you woke up."

"That's it." After hearing this, Ouyang Jing smiled sheepishly.

It's so embarrassing that at such an old age, she still has to be taken care of by a group of elementary school students.

What's more, she has hypoglycemia, which was caused by not eating while on a diet. Now it seems that she should eat normally, otherwise her life will not be saved.

"Weiwei, thank you. If it weren't for you, the teacher would be in danger."

"Teacher Ouyang, you're welcome. This is what I should do." After Weiwei heard this, the little guy waved his hand, as if he was doing good deeds without leaving his name.

At this time, Song Baofeng also ran over with the grade director. After hearing the news, his first thought was that Teacher Ouyang must have suffered from heatstroke, so he ran over with heatstroke medicine.

When he saw Ouyang Jing sitting in the middle of the crowd recovering, he said doubtfully: "Teacher Ouyang, you... are you fine so soon?"

"Why don't you take some heat stroke medicine, otherwise you won't be able to bear it."

"Ah? Heat stroke medicine?" Ouyang Jing said in confusion after hearing this.

The grade director was even more confused when he saw her reaction, "Didn't you have a heat stroke?"

"Uh... no, director, I... I... didn't eat in the morning, and I have low blood sugar." Regarding Ouyang Jing's answer, the grade director was speechless for a moment.

After a moment, he said aloud: "Teacher Ouyang, you should also pay attention to your body while working."

"You must eat on time. Your body is the capital of revolution."

After hearing this, Ouyang Jing hurriedly responded: "The director said yes, I will definitely remember it."

Finally, the grade director took the heat stroke medicine and left. After leaving, he still cursed: "Young people nowadays really don't take care of their bodies, alas..."

After resting in place, the head teachers of each class took the students to play games, and the teachers of other subjects began to set up stoves and the like.

Today's meal was not made by teachers or chefs, but by students, of course with professional guidance.

The students were very curious looking at those strange things. Even before the stove was set up, many students gathered around to watch.

After everything was set up, the grade director began to speak with a loudspeaker. What he said was that each class was responsible for cooking one dish, so that more than ten classes would have more than ten dishes, with enough portions for these babies to eat.

There is also a class that cooks staple food. Today’s staple food is steamed buns, which is very satisfying.

Weiwei's class was assigned to cooking. Ouyang Jing told everyone: "What we are going to make is a very simple dish: scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

"Now let's allocate which students want to wash tomatoes, some of them raise their hands." After saying that, several children raised their hands.

“Who wants to cut tomatoes?”

"..."

"Who wants to crack eggs?"

"..."

“Who wants to try stir-fry?”

"..."

Ouyang Jing assigned all the steps. Weiwei chose stir-fry. The previous ones had no technical content, so it was difficult to choose.

Now, some students have finished washing the tomatoes. Under the guidance of professionals, the babies picked up the kitchen knives in a decent manner.

At first, I was afraid of cutting my hands, so I cut the tomatoes into very large pieces.