Gourmet Kindergarten

Ten minutes later.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Hello, Flash Delivery!"

In the living room, Zhuangzhuang abruptly turned off the TV, sprang up from the sofa, and darted off on his short legs, shouting, "Coming, coming!"

He tiptoed, pulled the door open, and did it all in one smooth motion.

A young man in a yellow work uniform stood outside the door, holding up his phone to check information.

looked down-

I was stunned.

The order notes clearly stated in large characters: 【Item picked up – Son.】

He initially thought it was just another prank note from some unscrupulous customer.

result--

There really was a round little "meatball" standing in front of me, carrying a backpack that was almost half my size, looking up at me.

The deliveryman's lips twitched, but out of professionalism, he forced a smile and asked, "Little friend, what do you want to deliver?"

Zhuangzhuang blinked and poked his face with his chubby little finger: "Uncle, I am that thing."

The delivery guy: "..."

Good heavens, it really is a son!

"My dad asked you to come and take me to school."

"And what about your father?"

Zhuangzhuang, looking helpless and exhausted, said, "I was fighting with Mom inside the house!"

The guy's hand holding the phone trembled.

Is this fight... a proper fight?

"So...do you know the pickup code?"

"I know!" Zhuangzhuang puffed out his little chest and rattled off a string of numbers with a strong voice, "7887!"

The young man looked down and saw that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Alright, let's go then!"

"Uh-huh!"

Zhuangzhuang quickly followed him out, took the elevator downstairs, and went to the car.

The deliveryman lifted him onto the back seat, and the little guy stared intently at the helmet on his head, then touched his bald head, his little face hardening:

"Uncle, I want to wear a helmet too."

"Huh? No need, it's just a short walk..."

"No!"

Zhuangzhuang, with a serious expression, looked like a miniature traffic cop: "Our teacher said that everyone must wear a helmet when riding an electric bike, adults and children are treated the same. Not wearing one is a violation!"

The delivery guy: "..."

Having driven all over the city and delivered hundreds of orders, this was the first time I'd been given a hardcore legal lecture by a kid who barely reached my thigh.

"Okay, okay, I give up."

Admitting defeat, he pulled out a spare adult helmet and put it on Zhuangzhuang's head.

Okay, it covers right up to the chin.

Its entire head looked like it was stuffed into a bright yellow thermos, with only its eyes sticking out and darting around in the wind.

Zhuangzhuang shook the "thermos" with difficulty to make sure it wouldn't fall, then waved his hand and said, "Safety met, let's go!"

The electric vehicle roared onto the main road.

The early autumn wind blew into his collar, making him feel chilly. Zhuangzhuang, wearing a huge helmet, sat on the back seat, holding onto the younger man's waist.

Just passed one traffic light...

The little guy impatiently patted the guy's lower back and made a muffled shout from inside his helmet:

"Uncle, could you go faster?"

The deliveryman said helplessly, "Kid, this is fast enough. Any faster and you'll get filmed."

Zhuangzhuang panicked, shaking his large helmet frantically on his head: "Not enough! Not enough! I want to get to kindergarten earlier!"

The delivery rider: "..."

So it turns out this little guy's strong safety awareness isn't because he's afraid of getting into a car accident—

They were worried that a car accident would interfere with his studies!

These days, are there still kids who love going to school so much?!

The deliveryman felt a warmth in his heart, realizing that he wasn't just delivering a child, but the future of the country and the rising hope.

His tone instantly softened considerably: "Little friend, you must love learning, right?"

Zhuangzhuang rolled his eyes: "???"

"Who likes to study?"

"Then why are you in such a rush to kindergarten?"

"Let's eat sweet and sour pork!"

Zhuangzhuang swallowed unconsciously, then exclaimed with overflowing enthusiasm, "Uncle, let me tell you, our kindergarten director's sweet and sour pork is super delicious! It's sweet and sour, fragrant and crispy, even better than the ones in big hotels..."

A morning breeze carrying the scent of osmanthus blossoms blew by, and the delivery rider was plunged into deep self-doubt—

So, what exactly is the divine taste of that sweet and sour pork from the kindergarten?

What makes the kids so hungry?

Are you sure this isn't a children's filter?

……

Goodbye, Uncle!

As soon as they arrived at the kindergarten gate, Zhuangzhuang took off his helmet, shoved it into the little boy's hand, and then, with his short legs kicking fast, rushed towards the school gate without looking back—his back view was even more hurried than when he was catching a high-speed train.

The gatekeeper, Mr. Li, was completely dumbfounded.

Yo!

The King of Lateness is here so early today!

and also…

He turned to stare at the delivery driver: "This... Flash Delivery is delivering kids now?"

The deliveryman tossed his helmet into the basket and smiled, "Grandpa, I can not only deliver, but also pick you up."

As I got on my bike, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Zhuangzhuang's Dad: [Bro, have we arrived yet?]

The deliveryman replied: "[Arrived, signed for.]"

No reply received.

The young man smiled and said: "I can only say that this parent has some sense of responsibility, but not much."

……

The deliveryman had barely left when the morning rush hour began at the kindergarten entrance.

"squeak--"

An electric scooter braked suddenly to the side of the road.

Tiger slid off the back seat like an eel, his backpack strap hanging down to his knees, and dashed off into the garden.

"Tiger! Slow down! Don't fall! When we get to the classroom, you must..."

"Mom, don't worry about me!" Tiger yelled without turning his head, "I know! I'll study if I can, and if I can't, I'll eat more! Just let me go, I'll definitely eat my way back to pay for my tuition!"

Security guard: "..."

What a talent!

Tiger's Mom: "..."

That poor kid, he really has no sense of propriety when it comes to his mouth!

Why are you spouting such blunt truths in public? Are you trying to embarrass her?

"Gah."

A white sedan silently came to a stop.

The car door opened, and Duoduo stepped out with small, quick steps.

Her little dress was neatly trimmed, her ponytail was tied up meticulously, and she walked inside with the "clack-clack-clack" of her little leather shoes.

"Duoduo, have another bite of the bun..." Liu Yina jogged behind, carrying breakfast.

"I'm not eating anymore, I need to save room for lunch!"

"You child..." Liu Yina sighed helplessly.

Tiger's mom, with her sharp ears, pushed off the ground and rode her electric scooter over: "Duoduo's mom, don't worry, my Tiger is the same way. He got up by himself at 7 o'clock this morning, ate a couple of bites at home, and said he wanted to save room for lunch at kindergarten."

Liu Yina was taken aback.

So all other people's mythical creatures are the same?

The sudden surge of anxiety in the elderly mother was instantly extinguished by half.

"My Xiaoyu is the same," Xiaoyu's mom couldn't help but interject after dropping her child off. "But... wasn't it said that this kindergarten principal's cooking skills were terrible? How come she suddenly seems possessed by a master chef?"

"Maybe he's just getting used to cooking in a large pot and is figuring things out now," DouDou's mom chimed in. "Anyway, as long as the kid eats and gets sick less often, that's better than anything else."

That makes sense.

Tiger's mom suddenly remembered and said, "Oh right, Duo Duo's mom, didn't you say you were looking for a new kindergarten for Duo Duo? How's it going?"

"We did look for it, but Duoduo burst into tears as soon as she heard about it. She refused to change it, saying that if she transferred to another kindergarten, she would never be able to eat sweet and sour pork again."

"Good heavens! Your daughter and my son are using the exact same lines! They're both using sweet and sour pork to blackmail their mothers!"

Liu Yina then revealed her true thoughts: "Actually, I've thought it through. If we don't want to change, then we don't have to. This kindergarten is generally okay; at least it teaches the kids to be well-behaved and sensible, knowing to think of their parents when they have something good. Besides... the sweet and sour pork is absolutely amazing! Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with the sweet and sour flavor perfectly balanced. No wonder the kids are so craving it..."

blah blah blah.

After she finished speaking, Liu Yina noticed that there was no movement around her.

I looked up.

Tiger's mom, Bean's mom, and Little Yu's mom were all looking at her in unison.

Expressionless.

Liu Yina got annoyed by the stare: "What's wrong?"

The three parents: "..."

What else could have happened?

It's pure envy, jealousy, and hatred!

Both women pay money, but this girl not only eats well herself, but also knows to pack some leftovers for her mother!

Let's look at our own...

It's true—you don't know the harm without comparison!

If those rebellious kids hadn't already disappeared into the park, they would have loved to rush in and kick them all to wake them up—to see how other people's children behave!