Food: Taking the twins to kindergarten to be chefs

There are always troubles in life, both near and far.

Today my wife complained that his way of passing the level was too low.

My precious daughter complained that he didn't win the big prize.

Although he tried his best today...

This is exactly the true portrayal of the dilemma Wan Zhenhong is currently facing...

At this moment, his heart was filled with endless worries. He even wanted to sing a song to express his dissatisfaction: I am annoyed, annoyed, annoyed today. I always feel that my luck is a bit bad today. He thinks he is still not used to it. He went from being full of confidence to being frustrated continuously...

In order to escape from the incessant nagging and dissatisfaction of his wife and daughter, he decided to leave their sight temporarily, to give his mind and ears a long-lost peace, and to heal the subtle trauma in his heart alone.

then…

He turned around resolutely, saying that he needed to go back to accompany Mayor Yang and others on the tour. He ignored the subtle dissatisfied looks from his wife and daughter behind him and started looking for Mayor Yang and others.

After some twists and turns and searching...

He was finally lucky enough to reunite with his close friends Wei Guodong and Xin Jinghui next to a reading room filled with the fragrance of books. At the same time, Mayor Yang and his team also happened to come into his sight.

This scene was like encountering an oasis in the desert. It made him feel warm. He quickened his pace and walked towards Mayor Yang with a smile on his face, greeting him cordially: "Mayor Yang, I'm back!"

"Oh, Deputy Director Wan, you really are the one who will show up if you mention the devil!"

Mayor Yang and everyone else turned around upon hearing the voice, a smile on their faces.

Mayor Yang was the first to ask: "Has your family's 'breakthrough' challenge come to an end? What was the result? Have you pocketed the 'family meal voucher'?"

Wan Zhenhong smiled modestly and responded with a hint of self-mockery: "Mayor Yang, I am ashamed to say that I returned empty-handed this time and failed to win the 'Family Meal Voucher', but the experience and self-reflection along the way are far more valuable to me than any prize."

Although his words revealed a carefree attitude, deep down he felt as if being pricked by a needle and was aching slightly.

For this "family meal ticket", he made full preparations, put in countless efforts, and practiced hard day and night...

But in the end...

Carrying water with a bamboo basket - nothing!

All your work is in vain!

How could this not make him feel heartbroken?
Add to that his wife's complaints and his daughter's complaints, and it was like rubbing salt into his wounds...

If I had known the result would be like this...

He gave up right at the beginning...

Do not!
If he could go back in time, he would still choose the same path without hesitation, and even work harder for it...

Mayor Yang said comfortingly: "Deputy Director Wan, don't worry too much. Participation itself is a victory. The important thing is that I enjoyed the process with the children and gained experience."

"Mayor Yang is absolutely right..."

Wan Zhenhong smiled and nodded, then followed Mayor Yang and his entourage to visit other activities in the park.

"Lao Wan, are you hiding something from me?"

Wei Guodong finally couldn't suppress his inner doubts and asked Wan Zhenhong in a low voice.

Wan Zhenhong's heart couldn't help but tremble at the sight of this threat. At the same time, he immediately realized the implication of Wei Guodong's words, but he became more determined to keep his mouth shut.

After all, he could imagine that once he said it, the consequences would not be good...

so!

It’s impossible to say it, I would never say it even if you kill me!
He quickly adjusted his mood, showing a confused and innocent smile, and said to Wei Guodong: "Director Wei, I can understand every word you said, but why do you put it all together and leave me completely confused?"

"Hey, Lao Wan, are you beating around the bush with me?"

Wei Guodong was amused by Wan Zhenhong's reaction, but he also felt a little helpless.

He was about to point his finger at Wan Zhenhong, but thinking that this was a formal occasion and there were photographers taking pictures, he forced himself to hold back, feeling mixed emotions.

Xin Jinghui also came over, looked at Wan Zhenhong with an expression that said "leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist", and said earnestly: "Old Wan, I have to advise you to say whatever you have to say, don't hide it, it will be better for everyone."

After hearing this, Wan Zhenhong blinked even more frequently. He looked at Wei Guodong and Xin Jinghui with an innocent face and said anxiously, "Hey, Director Wan, Old Xin, what are you talking about? I really don't know anything and I didn't mean to hide anything from you. What do you want me to say?"

Look at this acting...

It is comparable to and even surpasses many young actors today...

Wan Zhenhong himself thinks that he is a good actor who was delayed by his education career!
Wei Guodong and Xin Jinghui tacitly felt that if the Oscars established a "Best Improvisational Performance Award", Wan Zhenhong would definitely be the undisputed candidate.

Since you are pretending to be dumb and ignorant, let’s not beat around the bush and ask directly!
Wei Guodong's face darkened, and he asked directly: "Lao Wan, did you know that Doremi Kindergarten would not provide lunch today? Moreover, did you guess that we would not be able to eat this time, so you deliberately did not tell us in order to satisfy your own little calculations?"

Xin Jinghui also echoed, "Yes, Lao Wan, your daughter goes to school here. Shouldn't you be the first to know about any announcements from the school?"

When Wan Zhenhong heard this, he widened his eyes in surprise. "What? Doraimi Kindergarten doesn't provide lunch at noon? Is that true? How come I haven't heard of this? You know, I'm so busy at work, and my wife takes care of all the household affairs. She didn't tell me, so of course I didn't know."

As he spoke, he looked innocent and surprised, and it really seemed like that.

Wei Guodong: “…”

Got it!
Understood!
I won’t admit it even if you kill me!
Xin Jinghui: "..."

Still acting?
And the performance is so real!

If he didn’t know your character, he would really believe it!
Just when I was about to talk to Wan Zhenhong and expose his cunning face...

Wan Zhenhong looked at them in disbelief: "Director Wei, Lao Xin, are you sure this news is true? Doraemi Kindergarten didn't even provide lunch today? There were no special arrangements even for Mayor Yang's visit? This...if this is true, then all our previous careful preparations and detailed arrangements have gone to waste? Director Wan, Lao Xin, we have to think of a solution quickly! We have to see how we can let everyone taste Chef Huang's food, otherwise, we don't know when we will be able to taste it next time..."

This look of "being at a loss" and "anxious" really moved those who heard it, and made those who saw it truly feel the anxiety and helplessness in his heart.

Wei Guodong and Xin Jinghui looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Could it be that Wan Zhenhong really knew nothing about this?
Could it be that their previous speculations and suspicions were based on a wrong assumption?

Just then.

A gentle and anxious voice, like a breeze in spring, quietly drifted into everyone's ears: "Mayor Yang, is your stomach still aching and making you feel uncomfortable?"

These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly making the atmosphere around them tense.

Upon hearing this, Wan Zhenhong frowned slightly and turned his gaze to Wei Guodong and Xin Jinghui, full of confusion and concern: "Mayor Yang...what happened?" Wei Guodong and Xin Jinghui quickly exchanged glances and saw the worry and anxiety in each other's eyes.

They answered in unison: "Mayor Yang's old stomachache has recurred. He refused to listen to advice and went to the school doctor to get medicine. He has been resisting until now. It seems that the situation is not optimistic..."

between words.

The two of them had quickened their pace at the same time, almost walking side by side, hurriedly heading in the direction of Mayor Yang.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on Mayor Yang, and everyone's heart involuntarily rose to their throat, fearing that he might make a mistake.

At this moment, Mayor Yang's voice came, weak but with a hint of comfort: "It's okay, it's just a little bit painful, it should be fine after a while."

Seeing this, Liang Yinqiu quickly suggested: "Mayor Yang, we learned that you were not feeling well, so our chef Huang specially prepared warm and stomach-nourishing porridge for you in the back kitchen. How about we go to the kitchen together and taste it, so that our stomach can get some comfort and relieve your discomfort."

what?
Chef Huang is in the kitchen?
When Wan Zhenhong, Wei Guodong and Xin Jinghui heard this, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed in their eyes, and a trace of desire involuntarily welled up in their throats.

only…

When they realized that it was porridge, their enthusiasm instantly cooled. After all, they were more looking forward to some greasy but delicious food rather than this light choice.

But then I thought about it...

Whether Chef Huang cooks dishes or snacks, they are all so delicious, so the taste of this porridge will surely not disappoint people, right?

Perhaps, it can bring unexpected surprises?
This thought rekindled the hope of the three people, and they couldn't help but secretly think that maybe they could take this opportunity to get a bowl of soup to make up for their regret of not being able to eat the meal made by Huang Jun today.

So...

They and other accompanying personnel responded in unison, consoling him in unison: "Mayor Yang, your health is the capital of the revolution, you must take good care of yourself. Go to the kitchen and drink some stomach-nourishing porridge, which will warm your stomach and heart, and will definitely be of great benefit to your health."

Mayor Yang, who looked a little pale, wanted to decline the offer, but considering his physical condition and the fact that the event was almost over, he responded with a polite smile: "Director Liang, you are really thoughtful. I appreciate Chef Huang's kindness. In this case, I will respectfully obey your order and go sit in the kitchen together."

After saying that, Mayor Yang forced himself to cheer up, and the group slowly headed towards the kitchen with anticipation for the stomach-nourishing porridge.

As they approached...

A soft and delicate aroma of rice and the rich and deep fragrance of tangerine peel and jujube, like delicate silk ribbons, slowly intertwined and spread in the air, gently wrapping everyone in it, and causing everyone to involuntarily slow down their pace and take a deep breath.

hmm~
Just by smelling the aroma, you can already foresee how delicious the finished product will be.

Wei Guodong, Xin Jinghui and Wan Zhenhong, three people who have tasted Huang Jun's cooking, couldn't help but take deep breaths, trying to take in the temptation from their taste buds and the comfort of their souls into their chests.

As for Mayor Yang and his entourage, who were experiencing Huang Jun's cooking skills for the first time, they were also deeply attracted by the unprecedented aroma. They felt that this aroma was more tempting and purer than any porridge they had tasted before.

this moment…

All the praises about Huang Jun's cooking skills on the Internet quietly took root in their hearts, and feelings of trust and expectation arose spontaneously.

"Mayor Yang, this is the kitchen of our garden. Please pay attention to the steps and walk slowly and carefully."

Liang Yinqiu walked in front, smiled, stretched out her hand, and made an elegant and warm gesture of invitation.

Mayor Yang and his entourage nodded in thanks, then they gently stepped over the threshold, walked into the kitchen, and went straight to the spacious and bright dining area of ​​the cafeteria.

As soon as they entered the cafeteria, everyone's attention was attracted by a banner hanging on the wall.

On the banner, the four big words "Miraculous Bringing Back to Life" sparkled brightly under the light.

Mayor Yang had actually guessed some of the story behind the banner, but he still asked Director Liang out of curiosity, "Director Liang, is this banner with the words 'Miraculous Hands Bring Back Spring' the one that was rumored online, the one that the parent gave to Chef Huang to express his gratitude?"

Director Liang smiled and nodded to confirm, "That's right, Mayor Yang. The child of that parent had been hospitalized due to illness and had a poor appetite. But after tasting the food cooked by Chef Huang, the child's appetite has miraculously recovered. This deep gratitude prompted her to send this banner."

Wan Zhenhong couldn't help but interject: "This parent's child just transferred from another school not long ago and is now in the same class as my daughter."

Mayor Yang is even more excited about Huang Jun's superb cooking skills: "After hearing what you said, I am even more excited about Chef Huang's porridge!"

Liang Yinqiu invited enthusiastically: "Mayor Yang, you and everyone please feel free to take a seat. I'll go check if the porridge is ready."

She was about to turn around and walk towards the operation room, but she saw Chef Huang walking towards her with a large tray with a steaming casserole and a set of bowls and chopsticks on it.

A hint of understanding flashed in her eyes, and then she turned to Mayor Yang and said with a smile: "Mayor Yang, it seems that we don't have to wait any longer. Chef Huang is ready."

The words fell.

Everyone looked at the same time, their eyes attracted by the steam coming out of the casserole.

"Chef Huang, your cooking skills are well-deserved." Mayor Yang praised: "The aroma of this porridge makes me eager to taste it."

"Mayor Yang, thank you for your praise. I am just trying my best to do my job well."

Chef Huang responded modestly: "Mayor Yang, this pot of porridge is scorched rice and tangerine peel porridge, which is very helpful for chronic stomach problems. I hope it can improve your stomach problems."

As he spoke, he gently placed the casserole in front of Mayor Yang, and then slowly opened the lid.

Instantly.

A wisp of white mist rises slowly, carrying the warm aroma of burnt rice and tangerine peel, and slowly spreads.

This aroma has the faint smoky flavor of burnt rice, the unique fresh and slightly bitter taste of tangerine peel, and the subtle sweetness of jujube. The three coexist harmoniously, instantly activating the taste buds of everyone present and making their throats move slightly.

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted to the golden porridge in the casserole. The surface of the porridge was dotted with a few shredded tangerine peel and dates, which made it look particularly tempting. It was obvious at a glance that this porridge was extraordinary.

"Mayor Yang, please enjoy it." Liang Yinqiu carefully served a bowl of porridge and placed it respectfully on Mayor Yang's table.

"alright, thank you very much."

Mayor Yang took the bowl with a smile, picked up the spoon, and gently scooped up a spoonful of porridge.

The golden porridge sways gently in the spoon, sparkling with an attractive luster.

He blew on it gently to cool it down, then put it into his mouth.

The mellowness of the scorched rice and the natural rice aroma slowly spread on the tip of the tongue, followed by the freshness of the tangerine peel and the sweetness of the red dates quietly permeating. The three complement each other, retaining their respective characteristics while achieving a perfect balance, neither too sweet nor losing the feeling of warmth.

The porridge is delicate and smooth, melts in your mouth, and has no greasy feeling.

As the porridge slowly slid into his throat, a warm current gradually spread in Mayor Yang's stomach, like a gentle force, gently soothing his stomach that he often neglected due to his busy work.

The tension and discomfort disappeared quietly, replaced by an unprecedented ease and relief, which made him smile with satisfaction. (End of this chapter)