When he got home, he put his textbooks on the dining table and laid them out one by one.

Textbooks, workbooks, teaching aids, pencils, red pens, blue pens, erasers, rulers, pencil sharpeners, etc......

Feng Yin fully illustrates one thing, there are many poor stationery.

She had never been a teacher.

Sitting on the chair, Feng Yin first found some videos of the class and studied them.

According to the timetable sent by the school, she needs to teach Chinese and mathematics.

Taking out the textbooks of the elementary school, Feng Yin prepared to prepare for the lesson according to the requirements of the teaching assistant.

"How can you write like that, do you feed the dog with so much knowledge of my years?"

"No, isn't it awkward to write like this!"

"An addition, so complicated?"

"No, why should it be."

Next, the whole room sounded like this.

Feng Yin thought it was a simple thing, but he encountered a problem at the beginning.

The current textbook adaptation is different from what she has learned, although most of them are the same, but the stroke order of some Chinese characters, the phonics method of pinyin, are not familiar to her.

She needs to force herself to change her habits, which is a bit awkward.

Fortunately, she only took one day of class.

After the lesson was over, Feng Yin packed up her things and started cooking.

While she was cooking dinner, she received a call from Cheng Yanqiu.

Cheng Yanqiu had arrived safely, and made a video call to Feng Yin as soon as he got off the plane.

Feng Yin put his mobile phone on the mobile phone check-in and set it aside, chatting while cooking.

"What are you going to eat today?"

"Shrimp dumplings, stir-fried two green vegetables."

Feng Yin was processing shrimp, looked at Cheng Yanqiu in the video and asked, "Want to eat?" ”

"Well, what you make is delicious."

Feng Yin said dotingly: "I'll do it for you when you come back." ”

"Hmm."

The small talk between two people who have a match or not is a daily thing.

Half an hour later, Cheng Yanqiu hung up the phone

After hanging up the phone, Feng Yin looked at the shrimp dumplings under his hand, and decided to put them in the refrigerator and send a courier to mail them, which is not impossible.

Feng Yin, who thought of it, simply rummaged through the refrigerator to find some other ingredients and prepare a little more, so that Cheng Yanqiu would have a choice when he ate.

Dumplings with pork and shepherd's cabbage, ravioli.

Small buns with celery beef, potstickers.

Dumplings with cabbage residue, buns, ravioli.

Finally, add the dumplings with leeks, eggs, shrimp, and buns.

When Grandma Yun came back, she thought she had gone to the wrong house.

The coffee table in the living room and the table in the dining room are all wrapped pasta.

"What is this for? It's the end of the world, are we going to start stocking up? ”

The wind groaned back.

"You're still keeping up with the times, how did you buy space treasures outside?"

"It's a bit of a pity that I haven't encountered it for the time being."

Grandma Yun entered the kitchen, washed her hands first, and helped Feng Yin after washing her hands.

Fortunately, there are not many fillings left, and after the two of them get started together, it is very quickly completed.

Feng Yin gave some to the trio, and Grandma Yun also took some away, saying it was for her new friends.

Feng Yin knew that Grandma Yun had met a few friends in the elderly group in the community.

Naturally, she didn't have any opinions, so she helped dress it up and let Grandma Yun send it herself.

When the trio arrived, the wind was all ready.

Just when Grandma Yun came back, the three of them simply stayed and ate with Feng Yin.

After eating and drinking, a bowl of dumpling soup for each person is comfortable.

After the trio finished eating, they helped clean up the kitchen before leaving.

Feng Yin contacted the courier, and the things to be mailed have been frozen in the freezer and packed, and Grandma Yun will be at home tomorrow and help mail them away.