Food: Taking the twins to kindergarten to be chefs

Local moms group.

It is extremely lively at the moment.

There is no other reason.

This is because the parents of Doraimi Kindergarten were filled with happiness and satisfaction after enjoying the pan-fried dumplings made by their own children...

For these parents, these pan-fried buns not only taste delicious, but also carry the children’s thoughts and growth.

therefore.

On such a memorable day, how can parents not share the joy and pride?
So...

The group of mothers has become a stage for display.

Parents compete to show off their children's achievements, trying to dazzle the other parents' eyes, while also expecting to receive a wave of envy and jealousy.

"Look, this is the pan-fried bun that my little princess made independently in kindergarten this afternoon. Although the appearance needs to be improved, the taste is really great! I have to admit that even I can't make such delicious pan-fried buns! It's really better than the master..."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that my brat could actually knead dough and make pan-fried dumplings. This huge transformation surprised and delighted me! I wouldn't have dared to think about this before. Of course, just now, I was still skeptical! It wasn't until my brat showed me how to knead dough that I suddenly believed that my son really knew how to knead dough. What's more, he made it in a very professional way, which is much better than me as a father. When I was his age, I could only make mud!"

"It's a pity that the number of pan-fried dumplings I brought back is limited, otherwise I really want to share them with grandparents immediately, so that they can witness the growth and transformation of their grandchildren with their own eyes, and let them also taste this flavor full of love."

"To be honest, such cooking courses are of great significance. I sincerely hope that the school can continue to hold them so that the children's cooking skills can be improved day by day. Perhaps in the near future, my kid's cooking skills will surpass mine. At that time, I can safely hand over the baton of the kitchen to him and let him become the new generation of head of the family. Oh, no, the new generation of chef."

"This is a really great idea! Good chefs really need to be trained from a young age. Maybe in the future he can really reach the pinnacle of cooking like Chef Huang and become a household name!"

"..."

Parents in the group who are not students of Doraimi Kindergarten, seeing the messages filled with pride and joy, are filled with envy...

Look at other people's children, who can make delicious pan-fried dumplings at such a young age, bringing surprise and satisfaction to their parents. How wonderful! Then look at your own children, who are still picky about the food you have worked so hard to prepare, or even complain that it tastes bad.

If it weren't for the fact that they are my own children, I really want to beat the child up severely. I would even want to send the child to Doraemi Kindergarten immediately so that they can grow and train in such an environment.

After all, who wouldn’t be moved when seeing the parents of Dolaimi Kindergarten sharing their children’s achievements in front of them every day?

Children who once had similar starting points now have a clear gap between them. As parents, who can remain calm?
But unfortunately…

Although they are eager for their children to transfer to Dolaimi Kindergarten, the school currently has no vacant transfer places.

I can only place my hopes on the next semester and wait for good news.

So...

Some parents picked up their phones and expressed their regret and helplessness in the mothers’ group.

"I really envy the children of your Dorami Kindergarten, who can learn and grow in such an environment. In fact, I have long wanted to transfer my daughter to Dorami Kindergarten this semester, but unfortunately, 'ideas are beautiful, but reality is very skinny'. I acted a step too slow, and the enrollment quota of Dorami Kindergarten this semester is full. The idea of ​​transfer can only be put on hold for the time being."

As soon as the message was released, it immediately resonated with many parents who shared the same pain.

"Me too, me too. Seeing how happy and fulfilled the children at Doraimi Kindergarten are, I really want my baby to be one of them. But the quota is full, so we can only wait anxiously."

"Alas, it seems that we are not the only parents who have this idea. The educational philosophy and teaching methods of Doraimi Kindergarten are really desirable. Children can learn knowledge and practical life skills there. Even the food in their kindergarten has become a legend. I want to try it!"

"Yes, yes, I have also been following the developments of the Doraimi Kindergarten. Every time I see the activities they hold and the hot discussions online about how delicious the food in the kindergarten is, I get very excited and think how great it would be if my child could also participate. However, reality is always so cruel, the number of places is limited, and we can only wait for the next opportunity!"

"I watched a video about the delicious food at Dorami Kindergarten some time ago, and I wanted to transfer my child to another school even more. So I called the principal of Dorami Kindergarten, Liang, to inquire about the transfer, but was told that there might not be a vacancy next semester. At that time, I had an idea, and I suggested to Liang whether he could expand the class next semester. Liang just said that he would consider it, but he didn't know whether it would work."

"No matter what, we still have to have some hope. What if it comes true? We must always pay attention to the kindergarten's notifications and take action as soon as there is an opportunity."

"That's right, we parents should unite, support each other, and help each other. If there is any good news or opportunity, be sure to share it in the group in a timely manner and work together for the future of our children!"

"..."

Seeing that parents from other kindergartens were worried about transferring schools, the parents of Doraemi could not contain their warm hearts and they all extended a helping hand and offered suggestions.

"I heard that our director Liang is already planning to expand the class next semester. I'm not sure how many classes will be added, but if you are interested, you might as well take the time to call the school and ask for details."

"I've heard about this, too. I heard that Principal Liang has already discussed the matter of expanding the class with the parents of the small (4) class, Mr. Liu from Runan Group. Mr. Liu is quite supportive and has already agreed to invest. Construction will begin as soon as this semester is over. Maybe we'll be able to admit more children next semester."

"..."

The enthusiasm and positivity of the parents of Dolami Kindergarten warmed up the atmosphere in the group.

Although the expansion of classes and enrollment has not been finalized, everyone's concern and support, like a ray of sunshine in winter, has brought a touch of warmth and hope to parents from other kindergartens in the group.

"Thank you so much, I will call and ask about the situation tomorrow."

"If Dorami Kindergarten really expands its enrollment next semester, we must sign up first, lest there be too many people and we can't sign up, and then we'll regret it!"

"Yes, I'm thinking about whether I should go to the kindergarten in person tomorrow to learn about the specific situation and express our eagerness to transfer. If we can register in advance, we will take the initiative to avoid missing out on the opportunity."

"That's a good idea. Count me in. I'll go with you tomorrow..."

"And me, and me..."

"..."

All of a sudden, parents from other kindergartens in the group expressed their desire to go to Doraemi Kindergarten together tomorrow to consult and finalize the transfer to avoid any further complications.

……

Lin Weilin's house, in the kitchen.

"Woooooo~"

The low hum of the range hood and the occasional crisp sound of the spatula colliding interweave into a symphony of life, echoing in every corner.

Under the soft light, steam rises, casting a hazy veil over this small world.

at this time.

Lin Weilin and his family of three stood quietly in front of the stove, their eyes fixed on the frying pan that was about to witness a miracle. As time slowly passed, the expectations in their hearts became more and more intense, like a delicacy slow-cooked over a low heat.

In order to prove to his mother that his love is still as hot as before, Lin Yipeng was forced to stand on the "battlefield" and put into practice all the cooking secrets he learned in kindergarten today.

Don't tell me yet.

Seeing Lin Yipeng washing various ingredients in an orderly manner, carefully preparing the required amounts of materials with an electronic scale and measuring cup, and adding water and kneading the dough in batches with concentration, the corners of the mouths of Lin Weilin and Qu Qing, who were standing by, couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise and relief.

At this moment, they deeply felt their son's growth and changes.

The little man of our family proved his ability with practical actions. Even a job that required skill and patience, such as kneading dough, was completed by him in an orderly manner without any empty words.

Although his skills have not yet reached the extreme level of "hands, bowls, and noodles" of professional chefs, just looking at Peng Peng's posture, you can tell that he is not just fooling people, he has studied hard...

only…

When Lin Yipeng picked up a ruler and began to meticulously cut the minced meat and other ingredients, the couple could not help but look at each other in surprise.

It was not until they realized that this was to unify the size of ingredients so as to better master cooking techniques that they suddenly understood and their doubts disappeared. They finally understood the deep meaning of the kindergarten's special purchase of rulers for this cooking activity.

It turns out that this ruler is not just a simple tool, it is also a key to guide children towards standardized and meticulous cooking.

Seeing Lin Yipeng working slowly and measuring as he cut, the couple couldn't help but feel a little worried.

According to Peng Peng's hand speed, he might not be able to eat this snack until midnight...

So...

Qu Qing decided to help in time.

After asking about the specific sizes of the ingredients required, she began to chop the ingredients skillfully, significantly shortening the preparation time.

Finally, when plates of pan-fried dumplings of various shapes but full of love were presented in front of them, the couple's hearts were once again filled with an indescribable emotion, and they almost shed wide noodles tears of joy.

My son has really grown up! "Pengpeng, how long will it take?"

Qu Qing listened to the crackling sound coming from the pot and the subtle burnt aroma gradually spreading. Her patience slowly dissipated along with the aroma, and she finally couldn't help but ask.

Lin Yipeng was full of confidence. He raised his wrist and glanced at the cartoon-shaped children's watch. His childish voice was full of determination: "Mom, don't worry, it will be ready in one minute!"

"Yes, wife, don't be impatient, the delicious food is worth waiting for." Lin Weilin comforted her with a smile.

One minute later…

Lin Yipeng climbed onto the stool again and carefully lifted the lid of the pot...

The golden fried dumplings are emitting an enticing aroma.

The aroma was like a tangible little hand, drilling straight into the nostrils of the three people, teasing their taste buds and making them unable to resist the urge to try something new.

can not wait anymore!

I can’t wait any longer!
Lin Weilin didn't care that the heat had not yet dissipated or that it was hot, and he reached out to grab one.

unexpectedly.

This grab actually pulled up a bunch of them, forcing him to frantically grab them in the air several times before he finally separated one.

The heat from the pan-fried dumplings instantly penetrated his fingertips, scalding the corners of his mouth. He switched his hands back and forth in the air like hot potatoes, making a whooshing sound with his mouth in an attempt to relieve the burning sensation in his hands.

Qu Qing looked at his funny face with his teeth bared due to the burns, and said with a bit of laughter: "Husband, look at you, how come you don't know how to use chopsticks? You are such a grown-up, but you are still like a child."

Lin Weilin: "..."

uh~
I forgot in a hurry~
He smiled and handed it to Qu Qing like offering a treasure, saying, "Wife, come, try it first."

The delicious taste of the first bite is undoubtedly a privilege that only belongs to the wife.

In terms of male moral cultivation, Lin Weilin demonstrated it to the fullest

But Qu Qing looked at the steaming dumplings in his hand and frowned: "Husband, you eat first, I can do it myself!"

As she spoke, she turned lightly, pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and stretched them into the pot gracefully.

Lin Weilin: "..."

uh~
Is this... being disliked?

Saying.

When we were dating, she would take a bite of everything he ate and drank, calling it an "indirect kiss." Now that we're married, she actually dislikes his hand-held pan-fried dumplings...

Oh, woman!

Qu Qing was so immersed in the anticipation of the delicious food that she did not notice the subtle displeasure on her husband's face. She blew gently on the pan-fried bun in her hand and took a bite impatiently.

"Ouch, it's so hot!"

She exclaimed, and then a look of surprise flashed across her face: "Huh?"

After a brief moment of shock, a gentle smile bloomed on her lips again. She turned her eyes to her expectant son and praised him, "Well, not bad, Pengpeng, the pan-fried buns you made taste great! In view of your outstanding performance today, mom decided to reward you. You can watch an episode of cartoons!"

"what?"

After hearing this, Lin Yipeng was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, a bright smile bloomed on his face, and he cheered: "Yeah, I can finally watch cartoons, thank you mom, Ultraman, here I come..."

Before he finished speaking, he jumped off the stool impatiently and ran towards the living room excitedly.

Lin Weilin listened to his wife's words and followed his son's running back. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. He asked Qu Qing curiously, "Wife, why did you suddenly reward your son?"

After living together for so many years, he knew every little move of Qu Qing.

Just now, when Qu Qing took the first bite of the pan-fried bun, he felt something was wrong.

But before Qu Qing could answer...

He put the fried bun in his hand into his mouth.

then……

His eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

Huh?
its not right?
Why does the taste differ from what I packed back before?

The difference is quite big!
At this moment, he finally understood the true meaning of Qu Qing's subtle expression, but he still had doubts in his heart: Why did his son's second pan-fried buns taste worse than the first? It stands to reason that practice makes perfect, shouldn't they taste better and better?
Unconvinced, Lin Weilin took another big bite and chewed it carefully for a while.

If the pan-fried bun I ate before was considered delicious, then the one in front of me can only be said to taste just okay.

The gap between the two is really too obvious.

He muttered to himself: "This pan-fried bun doesn't taste right..."

Seeing her husband's surprised expression, Qu Qing understood and said with a smile: "Isn't this normal? Even if Qingqing's father is a genius chef, he is not a god after all. How can we expect him to teach the children to make such delicious pan-fried buns in one go? This pan-fried bun now should be the true cooking level of our Pengpeng."

Lin Weilin felt that these words made some sense, but he still asked with a hint of doubt: "Wife, do you mean that our Peng Peng is lying to make us happy?"

Qu Qing speechlessly gave Lin Weilin a big eye roll, "Are you stupid?" "I didn't say that... You see, when Pengpeng was making the pan-fried dumplings, we all watched him do it with our own eyes. He was very good at it, much better than many other kids. Besides, the ingredients used in the Doraimi Kindergarten are always fresh and high-quality. This time, in order to make the children's pan-fried dumplings more delicious, Teacher Huang must have spent a lot of time and effort to choose better ingredients, and maybe even gave some help during the production process. So, the pan-fried dumplings that Pengpeng brought back tasted so amazing."

After listening to Qu Qing, Lin Weilin thought about it carefully and felt that what Qu Qing said made sense.

After all, even cucumbers of the same variety can be good or bad, let alone this delicacy that requires skill and care to make.

"My wife is right."

Qu Qing smiled and continued, "Our Pengpeng is really great. He was so serious about kneading the dough just now that even I was shocked. To be honest, many college students nowadays may not know how to knead dough, but our Pengpeng can do it at such a young age. Although the taste is a bit ordinary, it is edible. Our Pengpeng's cooking skills are definitely better than 99% of kindergarten children in the country."

Hearing his wife exaggerating about his son, Lin Weilin smiled smugly: "That's right, don't you see who gave birth to the child!"

"Look how beautiful you are!"

Qu Qing glared at him, then she changed the subject, "Okay, honey, I'm full, I'll leave the rest of the pan-fried dumplings to you, don't waste Peng Peng's kindness..."

After saying that, she swallowed the last bite of the pan-fried bun and left the kitchen lightly, leaving Lin Weilin alone facing the remaining pan-fried buns in the pot, with an unspeakable melancholy on his face.

To be honest, the taste of these pan-fried dumplings is just average.

If it weren’t for those amazing pan-fried buns as a comparison, he might have happily eaten them all up with a sense of happiness.

But after tasting that unforgettable taste, facing these again, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of gap in his heart.

This feeling is like falling from the clouds to the ground, returning from extreme enjoyment to the dull reality.

and so.

It is quite a challenge for him to solve this game alone!

So...

He shouted at Qu Qing's back: "Wife, please come back soon. I can't handle it alone. Please come back soon. Your husband is wonderful because of you..."

such a pity…

His call did not bring Qu Qing back, but only earned her a smile and a little playful words, which floated gently into his ears: "Hubby, come on! I believe you can do it!"

really.

Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly away separately...

Lin Yipeng no longer counted on her and could only face the "arduous" task in front of him silently. (End of this chapter)