The school soon entered class time, and the students and parents left. Jian Heng was very curious about the school and it was nothing to do with it, so he stayed and wanted to take a look.

The principal did not mean to accompany Jian Heng. When he heard Jian Heng say he wanted to see him, he left with the fact that he had something to do and left Jian Heng to watch it alone.

The school is not big, but it has everything you should have. Standing at the back door, Jian Heng actually saw a small indoor multi-functional sports field.

As soon as I entered the house, there were some display cabinets on both sides of the walls, which were filled with various trophies. If it were domestic, many of them might be competitions for various subjects, but almost all of the trophies in this school were sports, and half of the sports trophies were ice hockey. At this time, Jian Heng realized that the special sports of this primary school was ice hockey.

Facing the entrance gate is a wall. The wall is placed on it, not a scientist, nor a school motto, nor a famous quote. It is a photo of students. After walking over, Jian Heng looked carefully, he realized that these schools won the third place in the United States in the ice hockey competition. After a closer look, it turned out that it was 1983. Jian Heng was not born that year.

There are corridors on both sides of the student photo, and classrooms on both sides of the aisle. There are rows of iron cabinets on both sides of the aisle. Those who often watch American dramas know that these two rows of cabinets are for students to relax their supplies. The cabinets are not small. Now Jian Heng finally understands why one of the American campus bullies is to stuff children into the cabinet. Look at the size of this thing, it can really stuff a thin child into it.

When he walked to the first classroom, Jian Heng passed through the glass window on the door and couldn't help but feel happy when he saw the appearance in the room. He saw a 20-year-old male teacher teaching more than a dozen children. These children looked almost ten years old and didn't look like classes one by one. They were soft and either leaned up or lying on the table and chairs, all like eggplants beaten by a blizzard, without any vitality.

The teacher didn't seem to care, and kept talking about something with a book.

When he arrived in the second classroom, Jian Heng saw his own female devil, that is, his little sister Ningning. What a good guy, I didn’t know this. When he saw it, he suddenly felt that if the teacher took Ningning, he would blush if he didn’t pay the money for three students.

Just as Jian Heng was watching, the little girl had already taken three small toys to his small table, not only for him but also for Xiao An, but also for two. The guy was busy like a jumping toad with a clockwork. From the beginning, Jian Heng saw a black line in his head, the girl didn't stop once.

Not only Ningning was worried, but none of the kids were worried. The female teacher who brought Ningning and Xiao An in was worried and kept saying something. It seemed that she wanted to attract the attention of these little guys. Unfortunately, the children played their own and didn't care what the teacher said at all, and there was no performance of domestic students who were afraid of the teacher.

When the teacher's eyes tilted towards the door, Jian Heng subconsciously shrank his head. He felt guilty that if the teacher saw him, he would definitely stuff Xiao Ningning back to him and take him home.

With this feeling in his heart, Jian Heng felt that he could not continue watching in the school, so he slipped back to the car, got on the fire and left the school and drove back.

As soon as he entered the town, Jian Heng saw Zhao Changshan’s new pickup truck happen to be coming out of the ranch road.

As the two cars crossed, Jian Heng pressed the window: "What are you doing?"

"I'll go to class too. Have you sent both children to school?" Zhao Changshan asked.

Looking at Jian Heng nodding, Zhao Changshan asked again: "Are the two children crying?"

"I didn't see it when I sent it. I don't know whether the children were crying or the teachers were crying at night," Jian Heng said with a smile.

"How do you say this?"

Hearing Jian Heng explaining, Zhao Changshan said, "Well, it's all like this. Americans teach this. They sit and stand without standing. They are not the same in China. Children who want to study do not need to be urged. Children who don't want to study are just playing and playing basketball. Anyway, that's the case. I told you that I regret it. If I had known that the children had finished high school and then came to college. It's good to have college here, and the others are really not very good."

"They both of them will go and see each other, and they won't be here. I mean the same as you. Just wait for the child to finish high school and come here to go to college," said Jian Heng.

After saying that, he remembered that Zhao Changshan was going to class, so he asked, "Why are you still in?"

"Anyway, if you have money, why don't you get it? Why don't you go and have a look?" Zhao Changshan said.

Jian Heng thought that I had nothing to do here, so he nodded. So the two cars were in front and behind, Zhao Changshan's new pickup truck in front and Jian Heng's Lexus in the back, and drove towards the classroom where the class was in class.

After nearly forty minutes of opening, Jian Heng found that the place looked quite formal. After asking, he realized that this was a formal training institution, which not only included cooking, but also carpentry, water and electricity. It was a local institution that was qualified to issue certificates.

After working in the classroom, Jian Heng found that there were already 20 people sitting in it. Most of Jian Heng knew the names of them, and some of them couldn't name them. They also knew that they were people nearby. Both men and women were in their twenties, and the oldest looked like they were in their early thirties.

After greeting everyone, Jian Heng found a desk without anyone and sat down.

Zhao Changshan put down his backpack, and a minute later someone brought over the ingredients used in class. Only then did Jian Heng realize that the content of today's lecture was fried fatty intestines.

There was a pot, a stove, a fire and a material, Jian Heng followed everyone to play with it, so he rolled up his sleeves, put on an apron, put on a blue tooth cap to protect his hair from falling into the dish, and then he started working hard.

Jian Heng does not make Chinese food for a day or two. How much does it cost to stir-fry a fat intestine? Not to mention that the fat soup is washed clean and the oil in the fat intestines is pumped.

After fiddling with each other, Jian Heng was about to start frying. When he turned around, he saw a room full of stupid foreigners still cutting vegetables, and most of them were still preparing the second side dish.

Looking at them, Jian Heng couldn't help but think in his heart: These stupid foreigners are so stupid!

Generally speaking, foreign chefs carry a pack of knives whenever they make moves. There are about ten or twenty or thirty or thirty or twenty or thirty or so. But Chinese chefs generally have a knife, and at most one or two knives can do more than a dozen knives. These American apprentices are a little bit hard to play with. They feel like they are holding a fork with a knife, which is so awkward.

"It's really hard to use Chinese chef's knife. Why just use one knife? Can't we learn how to let different knives do different things?"

At this time, the female student standing next to Jian Heng complained to Jian Heng.

Jian Heng couldn't remember her name, but he still replied to her with a joke: "If you were a chef student in China, you would probably be beaten by the teacher!"

The female student was also happy after hearing this: "It's really difficult! Teacher Zhao felt that a plate of potato shredded potatoes was cut out in a few seconds, almost every one was similar in thinness, and the movements were smooth and natural. I still couldn't cut it after practicing for a week."

Speaking of this, the female student was a little distressed.

Jian Heng laughed and said, "Do you know how many years he spent to practice this kung fu? You just had a few classes and wanted to cut out his level? Let me tell you this. If it weren't for professional training, most people wouldn't be able to cut out his shredded potatoes for the rest of their lives."

Zhao Changshan and Jian Heng mentioned that when they learn how to cook, they are all about pots. They can’t lift their hands after cutting them all day. There is also a spoon. The pot is not filled with vegetables but real sand. Start practicing from one pound, start from a small portion, and then add it little by little.

The hardships of learning are not comparable to those of these students now. I pretended to be like this for an hour or two, but I couldn't get enough effort to Zhao Changshan for ten years.
Chapter completed!