Food: Taking the twins to kindergarten to be chefs

As the clock hands quietly slide past 4 o'clock...

The entrance of Dolami Kindergarten gradually became lively.

the reason is simple

As if they had made an appointment, all the parents came here early, ready to welcome their little babies whom they both loved and hated.

To be precise.

I am looking forward to the delicious food that my little baby makes by himself for the first time.

Once you step into this area...

The parents' eyes began to quickly shuttle through the crowd like a web, looking for familiar faces.

Whenever their eyes met, a smile would naturally appear on their lips, followed by cordial greetings and natural approach. They gathered in twos and threes, forming warm little circles, exchanging details and interesting stories about the children's growth.

Among this group of expectant parents, one mother stood out. She seemed to exude an indescribable charm, like a powerful magnet, attracting the parents around her to involuntarily approach her and surround her.

This mother is no other than this.

It was Qu Qing, the mother of Lin Pengyi from Class 4.

She stood there, telling other parents the interesting stories about the class that she knew in her lively and interesting narrative style.

"Pengpeng's mom, is the news you told true?" Tiantian's mom asked curiously, "This afternoon, the food that Qingqing's dad taught the kids to make, was it really pan-fried dumplings?"

"It's absolutely true!" Qu Qing looked at Tiantian's mother with a serious expression that said, "You can question my character, but you can't question my IQ." She nodded with certainty and added, "I specifically asked Teacher Yang for confirmation through WeChat. She told me in person that Qingqing's father will teach the children how to make pan-fried dumplings this time. Moreover, he will teach the children patiently, step by step, so that they can participate in the whole process and make their own food by themselves."

Seeing this, Tiantian's mother realized that she might have made Qu Qing misunderstand her meaning, and quickly responded with an awkward but polite smile, explaining: "Pengpeng's mother, please don't be offended, I am not questioning your information, but this news is too surprising, and I can't react for a while."

"It's okay, it's okay. I understand." Qu Qing responded with a smile.

At this time, Hanghang's mother also joined the discussion, with an incredible look on her face: "My son Hanghang usually takes a long time to get dressed, but now he can make pan-fried dumplings. Why do I feel like this is magical..."

"What's so strange about this?" Xixi's mother didn't think much of it and shared with a smile: "Since my daughter Xixi was chosen as the little chef in the class yesterday and learned how to make spinach steamed cake from Qingqing's father, she took the initiative to help me prepare breakfast this morning! You know what, she made it quite well. I wouldn't have dared to think about it before..."

Li Xiuxian also said with deep emotion: "Yes, my daughter Yuanyuan only knew how to eat before, but now she can help pick vegetables. Haven't you noticed that children have really grown up and changed a lot!"

Hanghang's mother thought about it and nodded in agreement, "I have decided that no matter how Hanghang's pan-fried dumplings taste, I will give him full praise and encouragement. After all, it is rare for a child to take the initiative to learn cooking at this age in kindergarten. This enthusiasm and attempt itself is worthy of praise!"

"Yes, yes, it's rare and precious for such a young kid to learn cooking!" Qu Qing nodded repeatedly, took a deep breath, intoxicated by the fragrance in the air, and said expectantly: "To be honest, the smell from the garden smells pretty good! I guess it shouldn't taste bad, right?"

"With a cooking expert like Qingqing's father by my side, the taste will definitely be guaranteed, at least it won't be unpalatable." Tiantian's mother smiled, but there was also a trace of worry in her eyes: "But I'm a little worried, what if the child really develops a strong interest in cooking, or even dreams of becoming a chef? Last night, Tiantian was holding a toy pot, pan, and bowl, and said seriously that she wanted to be a chef when she grows up."

Li Xiuxian said gently: "In fact, I think it is a very beautiful thing if my child can dream of cooking. As a mother, what I hope most is that she can grow up healthy and happy. No matter which path she chooses, as long as it is what she truly loves, I will give her full support without hesitation."

"That's true. The happiness and joy of our children are what we care about most." Tiantian's mother nodded slightly, with a gleam of resonance in her eyes. Then she changed the subject and said with a hint of curiosity: "Speaking of which, Qingqing's father's cooking skills are simply superb. I have always been curious about where he learned this superb skill. I asked around, but found nothing. It's really hard to figure out!"

Hearing this, Qu Qing smiled and took over the topic: "Indeed, Qingqing's father's cooking skills are so extraordinary, I think his teacher must be a hermit master, perhaps just like the hermit masters who retreat to the mountains and forests and don't care about the world..."

Just as everyone was talking and indulging in their own reverie, a melodious school bell rang quietly, like the gurgling of a spring, brushing everyone's heart, warmly reminding them that a beautiful day was about to come to an end amid the children's laughter.

Tiantian's mother suddenly clapped her hands and anxiously reminded everyone: "Oh, school is over! The children are coming out, we have to quickly line up in our class area to welcome them!"

"Yes, yes, yes, let's go quickly, don't keep the children waiting anxiously."

The parents responded one after another, and walked quickly towards the area of ​​Class 4 with joy and anticipation in their hearts.

They lined up consciously, looking forward to it, their eyes full of longing and expectation for their babies.

soon.

Under the guidance of their respective class teachers, the children lined up in neat and orderly lines and walked briskly towards the kindergarten gate.

Today, they looked particularly energetic. In addition to the small school bags they carried and the small water bottles swaying gently around their waists, what was even more eye-catching was the thermos boxes they held tightly, which contained the fruits of their hard work for an afternoon.

When the teacher called out the children's names one by one, they jumped out of the garden like little deer and threw themselves eagerly into their parents' arms, with proud smiles on their faces, and couldn't wait to show off their "masterpieces" to their parents.

"Mom, look quickly... This insulated box contains the pan-fried dumplings that Chef Huang taught us to make. They're still warm! I ate one when it came out of the pot just now. It was so fragrant and delicious. The teacher said she would bring the rest to mom and dad to taste and let you guys see if I made it well."

"Dad, guess what delicious food I brought you? Hey, you can't guess it, right? Then let me tell you directly! It's pan-fried buns! This is the pan-fried bun I made by myself, you should try it, it tastes delicious."

"Dad, let me cook for the family from now on. I promise not to let you eat those weird-tasting dishes that mom makes. My cooking is definitely better than mom's!"

"Mom, I want to solemnly announce that I have decided to learn how to cook from Uncle Huang the Chef. I want to learn many, many dishes and cook them for you in different ways every day. What do you think?"

"Dad, look at the pan-fried buns I made. Are they interesting? Smell them again. Do they smell good? Smell good, right? Then try them and see if they taste good. If they do, I'll make them for you later."

"..."

Listening to the caring words of their own children, the hearts of the parents were instantly filled with a warm current, and a sense of happiness arose spontaneously. The pride and honor they felt were simply beyond words.

Check it out.

Look at my clever baby.

At such a young age, he can already cook delicious food for his parents. How many people of the same age can do as him?
"Haha, good boy, you want to learn cooking from Chef Huang? No problem, Mom agrees with both hands! When you learn it in the future, Mom will hand over the power of our kitchen to you, and you will be the new generation of chef in our family."

"Oh, my Pengpeng is really getting more and more sensible. He knows to think of mom first when there is something delicious. But mom is not hungry now. Let's go home first and share this pan-fried bun with dad, okay?"

"Wow, son, you are awesome! These pan-fried buns are well made, golden and crispy, and look very appetizing. You are much more capable than your dad, and your dad is so proud of you!"

"Oh my, I've always dreamed of tasting the food cooked by my daughter one day, but I never thought that this dream would come true so sweetly ahead of time. It seems that I must have saved the Milky Way in my previous life, so I can enjoy this blessing in this life..." "Baby, daddy feels your heart, and the pan-fried buns specially prepared for me really warm my heart. Daddy's love for you is not in vain, baby, you are awesome!"

"Haha, parents, we'll go ahead and see you tomorrow!"

"Teachers, thank you for your hard work. I will take my child home now. Thank you for taking care of me today. Bye, see you tomorrow..."

"..."

Today, the scene of parents coming to pick up their children from school can be described as "coming early and leaving early, in a hurry."

After picking up their children, they did not stop for a moment, nor did they ask the teachers about their children's life in the kindergarten. They happily took their children on their journey home.

Every parent's face was filled with a happy smile, as if all the fatigue of the day was washed away by the warmth and joy at this moment.

In the blink of an eye.

The scene at the entrance of the garden, which was once bustling with people, gradually returned to tranquility and emptiness, leaving only the gentle breeze, which seemed to whisper the warmth and reluctance of today.

At the same time, after watching the parents and children go away, the teachers of each class did not stay at the gate of the kindergarten for long, nor did they rush back to the classroom. Instead, they turned to the playground and began to help organize the finishing work after this teaching activity.

of course.

The most important purpose is to enjoy a meal of pan-fried dumplings made by Huang Jun himself, and let this delicious food become a sweet comfort for them after a day of hard work.

……

"Ding~"

A clear and pleasant sound of an elevator arriving echoed in the corridor. The elevator doors slowly slid open to both sides. Qu Qing held Lin Yipeng's hand and slowly walked out of the elevator, heading towards home.

From a distance, they could see that their door was slightly ajar, with soft light streaming through the gap.

At this scene, even if Qu Qing used her toes to guess, she could tell that Lin Weilin had returned.

Lin Yipeng's eyes sparkled with surprise. He pointed in the direction of his home door excitedly, and his childish voice was full of joy: "Mom, look! Our door is open and the lights are on. Has Dad come back?"

Qu Qing smiled and nodded in confirmation, her eyes full of love and affirmation for this little discoverer: "Yes, Pengpeng, your father is back, let's go in and give him a big surprise!"

"Yeah, okay!"

When Lin Yipeng heard this, he immediately broke free from Qu Qing's hand like a little cannonball and ran towards home happily.

She pushed the door open almost impatiently, forgetting even to take off her shoes. Her little feet thumped on the floor as she ran straight into the living room.

While running, he shouted excitedly: "Dad, I'm back——!"

In the blink of an eye.

He rushed into the living room in a hurry. He casually threw his schoolbag and small kettle, which landed steadily on the coffee table with a "pa pa" sound. His action showed the innocence of a child as well as the confidence and heroism of a little adult.

That's right.

He felt like a little hero in the family because he made delicious pan-fried dumplings with his own hands that even his parents couldn't make.

This sense of accomplishment made him walk with confidence, as if the whole world was at his feet.

"Hey, my Peng Peng is back!"

Hearing the noise, Lin Weilin, who was wearing an apron, poked his head out of the kitchen. With a friendly smile on his face, he asked his son, "What did Qingqing's father teach you today? How is your learning going?"

Lin Yipeng's eyes sparkled with pride as he answered excitedly, "Dad, Qingqing Dad taught us how to make pan-fried dumplings. They are so delicious! I even brought some back for you and mom to try. I tell you, I made them all myself!"

"Really? My Pengpeng is really becoming more and more capable!"

Lin Weilin praised sincerely, and then asked impatiently: "Son, where are the pan-fried dumplings you made? Where are they? Take them out and show Dad."

"In the incubator!"

Hearing this, Lin Yipeng looked down and found that the incubator was not in his hand. Then he suddenly realized, "Oh, right, it's with my mom! She's holding it for me!"

At this moment, Qu Qing's voice sounded at the right time, with a bit of blame: "Pengpeng, you kid, you forgot the rule of changing shoes before entering the house. How many times has your mother told you?"

If Pengpeng hadn't been thinking about her because he had something delicious to eat today, she really wanted to go up and slap Pengpeng's little butt a few times to teach him a lesson.

Ah~
not good!

Lin Yipeng, who had a strong desire to survive, quickly realized his mistake and said, "Mom, don't be angry, I just forgot, I will go change it now..."

As he spoke, he ran towards the entrance, fearing that if he was a second late he would attract his mother's thunderous fart palm.

Looking at him hurriedly changing his shoes, Lin Weilin and Qu Qing smiled at each other.

"Wife, did Qingqing's father really teach Pengpeng and the others how to make pan-fried dumplings today? I also heard Pengpeng say that he made the pan-fried dumplings himself throughout the whole process. Is that true?" Lin Weilin's eyes were flashing with curiosity and expectation, and he looked at Qu Qing gently and asked.

"Yeah! That's what the little guy said, it shouldn't be false! And it smells pretty good to me, so it should taste good..."

A knowing smile appeared on Qu Qing's face, and she raised the thermal box in her hand.

Lin Weilin smelled the faint fragrance emanating from the thermal box and couldn't help but smile.

It seems... I should have a good meal tonight... (End of this chapter)