To be honest, the cultural classes at Xizheng High School are very average. Although the teachers here are very good at teaching, the teachers at Jin Mang's former No. 6 Middle School are no worse than them.

However, the specialty of Xizheng High School is not the cultural classes. When everyone was looking forward to the first week of labor practice, time finally climbed to the weekend bit by bit.

While Teacher He was not here, the students in the class were already discussing in small groups.

“I don’t know what our first labor practice was.”

"I hope to work as a cleaner at the Intelligent Robot Center. There are many advanced intelligent robots there. Even just looking at them is exciting enough."

"I want to visit the Magnetic Wave Science Center, uh... I don't mind doing the tour as a cleaner."

"I would like to go to the mine. I would like to see the rough stones of Ponai Metal."

…

Jin Mang held his chin and looked out the window. Compared with others, he seemed a little... worthless?

When Teacher He came over, he was not surprised to see how lively the classroom was. He smiled and said: "I know you must be curious about the location of this week's labor practice. I won't sell it to you. I'll tell you directly. It's the Design Institute.

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Design institute?

Jin Mang's eyes lit up, he raised his hand and asked: "Which design institute is it?"

Teacher He said calmly: "It's the Architectural Design Institute."

"Then what are we going to do?" Some students raised their hands and asked.

"Are you going to clean the house?" Some students speculated.

"You have a good idea." Teacher He snorted and said, "The cleaners over there also need to be trained. Otherwise, what if you accidentally throw the important drawings into the shredder as waste paper?"

?”

"You went to the design institute canteen to cook."

ha?

Cooking?

Teacher He explained: "The canteen of the Architectural Design Institute has just been renovated. Many cooking ladies were fired because their hygiene habits were not up to standard. Now that there is a shortage of manpower, I have applied for you to cook in the canteen."

All the students in Class 3 were dumbfounded.

Teacher He said with a smile: "I heard that someone in our class burned the range hood while cooking yesterday. I just happened to go to the canteen of the Design Institute to learn how to cook."

Jin Mang would be lying if he said he was not disappointed. After all, the skill of cooking is indeed in urgent need of other students, but she is not included among them.

Even though he knew in advance that the labor practice at Xizheng High School was not simple, Jin Mang was still shocked when he actually arrived.

"Why are there so many dishes to wash?" someone asked with wide eyes.

Originally, they thought that there would be at most a hundred people in the design institute. There were more than forty people in their class, which was equivalent to one person cooking for two people. In addition, there were no employees in the cafeteria. This job should be very easy. Who would have thought...

Looking at the vegetables unloaded from the truck in front of them, all the students in Class 3 were stunned.

"There is another car behind." The driver unloading the goods said: "The canteen of the design institute is not only used to cook meals for the engineering designers, but also makes lunch boxes for the workers on the construction sites they are responsible for."

He thought for a moment and said, "Last time I heard that the person in charge here said that more than two thousand lunch boxes were delivered to the construction site every day, and now it will only be more."

Jin Mang really wanted to cut off his ears.

More than two thousand box lunches are equivalent to each of them making meals for fifty people...

They didn't dare to delay, so they quickly went to work in the kitchen of the cafeteria. There were so many vegetables to choose, wash and cut. Moreover, several containers of fish and shrimp were delivered today.

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However, those cooking ladies were particularly picky. One said that the vegetables they chose had too many leaves that shouldn't be thrown away, and the other said that the vegetables they washed were not clean, and they also disliked the vegetables they cut in different sizes.

A girl in the class accidentally cut her finger. The wound was a bit deep and blood was flowing. She was in pain and scared, but the cooking lady beside her was making sarcastic remarks.

At first, Jin Mang only thought that these cooking aunties were really difficult to get along with. Later, when he saw them making eye contact from time to time, he guessed what was going on.

Because many students don't know how to clean up fish and shrimps, Jin Mang can only do this.

The cooking aunt standing next to her stared at her keenly, trying to pick a thorn in her, but failed.

"You kid, do you often help your parents with work at home?" Finally, she couldn't help but asked curiously.

Jin Mang smiled and said, "I have no parents and am an orphan in an orphanage."

At this time, understanding and sympathy appeared on the face of the cooking aunt. She glanced around and whispered: "You can go to Xizheng High School, so your grades will be good. Study hard and get into a good university in the future.

Better than those who have parents."

Jin Mang nodded and said, "I know."

Although Jin Mang handled the fish and shrimp alone, she was experienced in this aspect, and the cooking aunt next to her didn't really refuse to help. Therefore, by nine o'clock, she finished the work at hand.

Seeing that most of the other students were being scolded, she sighed and went to help.

She randomly found an empty place and squatted down to wash vegetables, but she didn't realize that the person squatting next to her was none other than Su Yun.

Seeing that Jin Mang was washing vegetables quickly and neatly, and the washed leaves were clean, with no bionic mud at all, Su Yun looked at the vegetables in her hand that had been washed for a long time but were still not clean.

I can't help but feel a little complicated.

She used to think that Jin Mang was very lucky. She was good-looking and smart. Even her sports performance was not a weakness. She was popular in school. Even though she was an orphan, she didn't feel inferior at all. Everyone in the school sympathized with her because of this. In many things,

All considered for her.

Especially those boys, who were surrounding her like flies, but she still pretended not to know what they were thinking, and played around with them.

She thinks Jin Mang is the kind of manly bitch mentioned on the Internet!

But looking at her silently and neatly working at this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Have you been a little hasty?

After all the preparations were done, Jin Mang thought they could rest, but the cook in the cafeteria asked them to cook.

"Why do you still need us to cook?"

"Yeah, where's the chef?"

"Is there anything else you can do?"

…

A group of students couldn't help but talk back.

The cooking lady said confidently: "Your teacher said that you are here to learn how to cook. So we said, you do it."

Everyone choked immediately.

"Teacher He is too deceptive." Some students couldn't help but said.

Jin Mang sighed and said: "I can cook, and I occupy a wok."

——There are more than a dozen pots of various sizes in the cafeteria.

Seeing this, a small number of students in the class who were somewhat skilled at doing things also stood up.

Before the other students could breathe a sigh of relief, the cooking aunt said: "Don't worry, your teacher He said that everyone must get a spatula."
Chapter completed!