Food: Taking the twins to kindergarten to be chefs

After the meeting, the teachers and leaders did not rush to leave, but took the initiative to stay and work together to tidy up the meeting room and restore it to its original cleanliness.

"Chef Huang, it's getting late. You should take Qingqing and Weiwei home first. Leave the rest to us."

Liang Yinqiu said considerately.

Huang Jun was not too polite in responding to the extra care. He smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll leave first. Thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, he reached out and took Qingqing and Weiwei's hands, and the family of three prepared to leave.

Qingqing and Weiwei looked back at Liang Yinqiu and the other teachers, with bright smiles on their faces, and waved goodbye: "Goodbye, Principal Mama, and goodbye, teachers!"

"Hey! Qingqing, Weiwei, see you tomorrow!"

Liang Yinqiu and the teachers also responded with a smile and watched the family of three leave.

Huang Jun held the two little ones' hands tightly and slowly walked down the stairs.

Weiwei looked up, her eyes piercing the deepening dusk. The sky was lightly painted with the blue-purple color of the night. She gently pulled Huang Jun's sleeve and pointed at the deep night sky, her eyes full of curiosity and surprise: "Dad, look, the sky is completely dark, and the stars are out!"

"That's right!" Qingqing immediately looked up at the sky, excitement flashing in her eyes: "Although it's dark, the stars are like the eyes of the sky, twinkling, as if they are greeting us!"

Huang Jun looked at them tenderly and smiled, "Yes, the starry sky at night is always so charming. Every star is like the eyes of the sky, lighting the way home for us in the dark~"

"It turns out that the stars appear to guide us home..." The two children said in unison: "Hehe, the stars are so nice, thank you, stars..."

As soon as he walked out of the office building, Huang Jun felt the biting cold wind.

He then squatted down and patiently zipped up the two little ones' down jackets to the very top, carefully put their hats on them, and fastened the buttons one by one, leaving only their two beautiful big eyes exposed.

"Qingqing, Weiwei, the wind is so strong, are you two afraid of being blown away?" he asked half-jokingly.

Qingqing's eyes sparkled with courage. She shook her head and said, "Don't be afraid, Dad. As long as I hold your hand tightly, no matter how strong the wind is, we can fly to the sky together and play like stars."

Weiwei blinked her big watery eyes: "I'm not afraid either, Dad. Because with you, we are like the brightest stars. No matter how the wind blows, we will not get lost. What's more, we can hold hands and compete in the sea of ​​stars... in the ocean of stars to see who can count the most and the fastest!"

Listening to the children's innocent words, Huang Jun's heart was deeply touched and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

He followed the two little guys' words and said, "Haha, I don't want to be blown up to the sky to count the stars. If I get lost, I won't be able to make it to the kindergarten garden party next Friday."

"Then daddy, my sister and I will hold you tightly, so that the wind can't blow us away."

Qingqing stood on tiptoe as she spoke, wrapped her arms around Huang Jun's neck, looked up at the sky with a serious look on her face, and called out to him in a baby voice: "Uncle Wind, please blow gently. We don't want to travel to the sky early!"

"That's right, Feng, take a break!"

Weiwei echoed from the side, her little face full of "warning" to Feng.

Huang Jun laughed heartily at the innocence of the two little ones. He then gently took them both into his arms, picked them up, walked out of the kindergarten gate, and came to Lintingyuan Community.

Compared with the cold wind outside, the warmth in the elevator is like a warm embrace, making people feel comfortable and at ease instantly.

Qingqing proudly announced: "Look, now we are not afraid of being blown up to the sky by the wind!"

Weiwei also nodded in agreement: "Yes, let's hide in this warm elevator room, the wind won't be able to find us."

Children’s words are always so interesting and fun!

When the residents passing by the elevator heard this, they all looked at them tenderly and smiled unconsciously.

"Yes, you are absolutely right!"

Huang Jun looked at the two little ones lovingly and took them back to his home.

Once inside…

Qingqing quickly changed her shoes, put down her schoolbag and small water bottle, and suddenly remembered the game the teacher mentioned. She asked expectantly, "Dad, how long will it take before we can play the game?"

Weiwei also joined in with a smile: "Yeah, Dad, I really want to play those games soon!"

Huang Jun smiled and responded: "Don't worry, babies, the garden party will have to wait until next week. However, Daddy can take you out to play this weekend, how about it?"

"great!"

When Qingqing and Weiwei heard about going out to play, they immediately clapped their hands excitedly, their little faces full of anticipation, "Then, Daddy, where are we going to play this weekend?"

Huang Jun smiled fondly and asked, "Is there any place you want to go in particular?"

The two little guys smiled at each other and shook their heads: "We haven't thought about it yet!"

Huang Jun touched their heads and said gently: "Then think about it slowly, and tell Dad when you have made up your mind. Now, Dad is going to prepare dinner. How about we have honey chicken chop rice tonight?"

"Okay!" Qingqing and Weiwei's eyes sparkled with anticipation for the food, and they answered in unison: "Everything Daddy makes is delicious, we all like it."

Qingqing volunteered: "Dad, let me help you..."

"No need, you can play with your sister, Dad can handle it alone!" Huang Jun declined with a smile.

"All right!"

Although Qingqing was a little disappointed, she still nodded obediently, then took Weiwei's hand and went to the living room to play together, leaving Huang Jun busy in the kitchen.

After Huang Jun cooked the rice, he turned around and picked out a few plump chicken legs and some fresh vegetables from the refrigerator and carefully washed them one by one.

He picked up a sharp kitchen knife, and the tip of the knife lightly touched the joint of the chicken leg. With the subtle movement of his wrist, the blade slowly moved forward along the edge of the bone.

The skin and flesh of the chicken leg gradually separated under the guidance of the blade. Huang Jun's fingers flexibly moved between the gaps, and with a gentle push and pull, the chicken meat fell off the bone as smoothly as silk.

He repeated this action, and each time he removed the bones he seemed so calm and unhurried, without any delay.

A moment later…

All the chicken legs were deboned, and he used the tip of a knife to lightly poke a few evenly distributed small holes in them so that they could better absorb the flavor.

“Shhhhh~”

He used a fancy knife technique to lightly cut several parallel cuts on the chicken thigh.

These cuts not only beautify the appearance of the chicken legs, but more importantly, they prevent the chicken from shrinking and deforming during cooking, keeping it in perfect shape.

He was extremely careful when doing this, making sure not to cut the chicken skin.

At this point, the pretreatment of the chicken legs has been completed.

Huang Jun put them on a plate and sprinkled them evenly with appropriate amounts of salt and black pepper.

He reached out and gently massaged each piece of chicken so that the seasoning could penetrate deeply into every fiber of the chicken, adding endless flavor.

He skillfully turned on the gas stove, placed the frying pan on it, waited patiently for the pan to be evenly heated, then slowly poured in a proper amount of olive oil. The oil surface then swayed gently in the embrace of the heat, creating delicate ripples.

When the oil temperature reaches the optimum state...

He slid the marinated chicken thighs, skin side down, into the hot pan one by one.

moment.

A pleasant "sizzling" sound was heard in the kitchen.

Maintaining the right temperature, he stood by quietly, watching the chicken thighs slowly transform in the hot oil, the skin changing from its initial rawness to an attractive golden color, the color gradually changing from light to dark, and finally blooming with an irresistible brilliant luster.

When the time is right, he uses a spatula to lightly flip the chicken thighs one by one, allowing the other side to enjoy a brief bath in the oil pan, and then frying them evenly and quickly until golden and crispy, and then he moves them to a plate with satisfaction for later use.

He quickly added sliced ​​ginger and scallions to the remaining oil in the pot and stir-fried them quickly. A rich and tempting aroma instantly filled the air.

He poured cooking oil, light soy sauce, steamed fish, black bean sauce, sugar and honey into the pot in turn, and finally slowly poured in clean water, stirring gently, allowing the various seasonings to intertwine and blend in the pot.

As the liquid in the pot gurgles and boils...

He put the tempting golden chicken thighs into the pot one by one, covered the pot, turned the heat to medium and simmered for eight minutes so that the chicken thighs could fully absorb the essence of the soup and become more tender and juicy.

At the same time, he did not stop, but quickly prepared another pot of water. After the water boiled, he put the washed and cut broccoli and carrots into it and blanched them quickly to lock in their bright color and crispy taste.

moment.

He managed the time, fished them all out, drained the water, and set them aside for later use.

At this moment, the chicken thighs in the pan were almost cooked, so he turned up the heat and focused on gathering the sauce to make it richer and mellower.

He gripped the handle of the pot tightly and moved his wrist slightly to let the chicken thighs slide in the pot. At the same time, he used a small spoon to continuously scoop up the boiling hot sauce and pour it evenly on the chicken thighs, allowing it to absorb the mellow flavor of the sauce until the honey chicken steak was perfectly presented.

He took the delicacy out of the pot, placed it on a quiet chopping board, then picked up a sharp knife and cut the chicken thighs into small pieces of even size and set them aside for later use.

He turned to the rice cooker, opened the lid, and a burst of hot steam accompanied by the aroma of rice wafted into his nose.

He scooped up the steaming hot rice and poured it into the bowl, where it formed a soft mound, exuding a faint aroma.

After all three bowls of rice were served, he spread the chicken fillets covered with rich sauce on the rice one by one, and paired them with the emerald green broccoli and bright carrots that had been prepared in advance. They were neatly dotted in between, making it even more tempting.

He slowly poured the remaining cooked chicken sauce on the chicken steak. The rich sauce slowly penetrated and added a layer of attractive luster to it. Finally, he did not forget to sprinkle some cooked white sesame seeds on it, adding a touch of white to make it more exquisite.

Just like that, three bowls of delicious honey chicken rice were perfectly created.

"It's time for dinner, Qingqing, Weiwei..."

He announced cheerfully, stepping into the restaurant with the three carefully prepared delicacies in his hands steady.

Qingqing and Weiwei could no longer wait and sat on both sides of the dining table, looking at him expectantly.

"Hey, look at my Qingqing and Weiwei. They are such impatient little greedy cats that they actually came to the table and waited!"

He placed the steaming dishes in front of them one by one while joking, his eyes full of doting: "Tell daddy quickly, how did you two know when the meal was ready?"

Qingqing's little face was filled with pride, her nose twitched slightly, catching the aroma in the air and said, "Haha, because I have a very sensitive nose, as soon as I smell the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen, I know that the meal you made is almost ready! So I pulled my sister to wash her hands first, and sat here waiting obediently!"

Weiwei's eyes were fixed on the plate of tempting honey chicken rice in front of her. She couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and stretched the chopsticks into the bowl while saying, "Me too, the rice made by daddy smells so good. I know the rice is ready as soon as I smell it!"

Huang Jun smiled and stretched out his hand to hook their little noses: "Well, since your little noses are so amazing, then hurry up and taste daddy's cooking!"

Qingqing and Weiwei nodded vigorously: "Yeah, it smells so good and must taste delicious!"

The words fell.

Weiwei carefully picked up a piece of chicken steak that was shining with honey, and the sweet smell went straight into her nose.

She took a bite, her eyes narrowed into a line with laughter, and she mumbled: "Dad, this chicken steak is so good!"

Qingqing also scooped up rice one spoonful at a time, which was piled with chicken fillets, broccoli and carrots. She ate with relish, looking up and smiling at Huang Jun from time to time, then buried her head and continued to devour the meal, completely immersed in the food.

As she ate, she praised: "Daddy, this sauce is so sweet and delicious!"

"If it tastes good, eat more. There's more in the pot. Eat slowly and don't choke."

Huang Jun felt happy seeing the two children eating happily.

He started eating as well and tasted the rice first. The rice was just the right amount of soft and had absorbed the essence of the sauce, making it taste even more delicious.

He picked up another piece of chicken steak and took a light bite. The crispy skin and the tender and juicy inside blended together in his mouth, making him smile with satisfaction.

The taste is really good~
……

The next morning, the sun shone through the sparse clouds and onto the kindergarten gate, adding a bit of warmth to this cozy morning.

"Good morning, kids..."

Teachers from all classes stood by the door with warm smiles on their faces, extending their warmest greetings to every little figure that entered the kindergarten, and at the same time, they did not forget to convey an important message to the parents who came: "Dear parents, please listen carefully. Our kindergarten will hold a wonderful garden party next Friday. We sincerely invite every parent and child to participate. I believe it will be a day full of laughter and beautiful memories."

Upon hearing the news that the kindergarten was about to hold an event, the parents' first reaction was not to ask about the specific content of the event, but they couldn't help but ask with anticipation: "By the way, Teacher Yang, will the kindergarten prepare meals on the day of the event? Do we have a chance to come and have a meal, haha?"

Facing the parents' questions, Yang Yuxi smiled and shook her head, and replied: "Dear parents, our kindergarten does not provide breakfast and lunch for this garden tour. But please rest assured that we have carefully planned a variety of activities, which will definitely make you happy.

As soon as these words were spoken, the smiles on the faces of the parents who had been looking forward to enjoying a delicious meal in the kindergarten froze instantly.

I felt so lost all of a sudden! (End of this chapter)