Gourmet Kindergarten

In the classroom.

"Sister, when will the food be ready?"

"Honey, I want to eat! My tummy is so hungry..."

"Uncle, Hao Hao is hungry..."

Several freshmen couldn't take it anymore and kept repeating the same few sentences over and over, like chanting a sutra.

The older students and Jianjian, standing to the side, were already completely calm and even a little sleepy.

But there's nothing I can do; I have to spoil my younger siblings (nephews) whom I chose, even if it means crying.

They patiently and weakly coaxed, "Almost there, almost there, the food will be here soon, don't worry..."

He might sweet-talk others, but he himself isn't much better.

Their eyes kept glancing towards the door, looking longingly at each other—they were practically identical to the freshmen next to them.

I waited and waited—

at last.

"Crunch, crunch—"

The familiar sound of a shopping cart wheel grew louder as it approached, and the aroma became increasingly strong.

"Whoosh—"

All six little heads turned towards the door.

Thirty seconds later...

Pei Qian and Aunt Zhang pushed the fully loaded food cart across the threshold one after the other.

On the top plate, the golden-brown, sweet and sour pork, glistening with sweet and sour sauce, was proudly displayed.

After a silence of about 0.5 seconds...

"The kindergarten director really made sweet and sour pork!"

That shout caused an uproar.

"The kindergarten director is the most handsome!"

"I love the kindergarten director the most!"

"I want to marry the kindergarten director when I grow up!"

The older students who usually cause trouble and refuse to admit it, and who stubbornly refuse to stand as punishment, are all now sweet-talking sweet-talkers, flattering each other without any bottom line.

Teacher Yu looked speechless yet envious.

I've been with these senior students for over two years, wiping their noses countless times and coaxing them to nap countless times—and I haven't even received a single "Teacher Yu is the best" in return.

Now look what's happened! Pei Qian brings in a plate of sweet and sour pork, and all the compliments like "most handsome," "I like him," and "I want to marry him" come flooding in.

All I can say is that after yesterday's sweet and sour pork, Pei Qian has these kids completely under his thumb.

Hey!

Honestly, she wanted to be liked that much too.

Unfortunately, people of the same kind have different fates!

I'm so sad!

Aunt Zhang smiled broadly – ​​oh my, these little gluttons are so cute.

On the other side, the freshmen stopped making a fuss.

The little neck stretched out very long, and the eyes followed the stroller.

Seeing the sweet and sour pork—satisfied, I swallowed my saliva.

Seeing the tomato and egg soup—satisfied, I swallowed my saliva again.

The atmosphere suddenly shifted when I saw the steamed shrimp with garlic and vermicelli.

"Oh, is that minced garlic? I hate minced garlic in dishes, it smells so bad."

"Exactly, I don't like garlic either, I hate eating garlic..."

"...But there seem to be shrimp in this, and it looks so good, and it smells so nice."

The older students next to them verbally protested, but their bodies were completely captivated by the good looks and aroma, and their frequent swallowing gave them away.

Seeing this, Pei Qian clapped his hands with a smile, exuding his chef's aura: "Alright! Today's lunch is what I announced this morning—sweet and sour pork, tomato and egg soup, and steamed shrimp with garlic and vermicelli, all included. Let's eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dishes of food were placed on the table.

The senior students, who had been working hard all morning and were practically glued to their backs, suddenly launched an attack, grabbing spoons and spitting out their food like crazy.

"Mmm! Sweet and sour pork is still so delicious!"

"Slurp—the tomato and egg soup is so delicious!!"

"Wow, these shrimp look beautiful and taste delicious! They don't taste like garlic at all!"

Their cheeks were bulging out, just like little hamsters frantically hoarding food.

Several older students who claimed they didn't eat garlic stared dumbfounded at their classmates across from them as they frantically ate shrimp, their Adam's apples bobbing.

A bite of rice, a sip of soup, a bite of sweet and sour pork, and then a bite of shrimp—

Who would tolerate this?

The next second, they all broke down and silently reached out with their spoons.

There are many among them.

Duoduo is known at kindergarten for not eating garlic.

To be precise, she doesn't gag when she smells garlic; she simply finds the smell unpleasant and doesn't want to eat garlic when she sees minced garlic.

Interestingly, there were a few times when garlic was secretly added to the food at home and kindergarten, and as long as she didn't notice, she ate it quite well.

After the discovery—

"Ugh! There's garlic in it! I'm not eating it!"

He pushed the bowl away and refused to touch it no matter what.

The typical "I don't eat garlic, but I can eat dishes with garlic," provided she doesn't know.

So when Duoduo saw the steamed shrimp with garlic and vermicelli served, she immediately pouted and said, "I don't want to eat this. It has garlic in it."

But now—

Across from him, Zhuangzhuang was eating with a bowl of sweet and sour pork in one hand and half a shrimp in the other, his face beaming with happiness. His cheeks were puffed out as he mumbled indistinctly, "Delicious... shrimp is so delicious..."

Duoduo couldn't help but look down at the portion in front of her.

The shrimp tails are curled upwards, the shrimp bodies are arranged in the shape of a heart, and the vermicelli lies underneath, glistening and steaming.

and--

The smell is completely different from the pungent garlic smell I've had before.

Instead of a pungent spiciness that hits you right in the head, the aroma of garlic wraps around the freshness of the shrimp, creating a particularly tempting flavor that keeps wafting into your nose.

Duoduo hesitated for about ten seconds.

The spoon was raised three times and then lowered three times.

The fourth time—she couldn't resist anymore: "It looks so delicious, how about... I just try a tiny bite... just a tiny bite, and if it's not good, I'll spit it out immediately."

Carefully peeling off the garlic from the shrimp, as if making some kind of decision, I closed my eyes and took a bite.

The shrimp meat was fresh, sweet, and bouncy, but there were still two or three bits of minced garlic that "slipped through the net".

Duoduo chewed twice, then suddenly stopped.

She slowly opened her eyes, blinked, and chewed a couple more times.

Huh?

It seems... there's no foul smell?

Chew it again—

Huh? ?

It's actually quite delicious?

Then--

He finished off one shrimp in no time, then reached for the second without hesitation, not even sparing the vermicelli underneath, slurping it up with a loud slurping sound.

What? Garlic smells bad?

nonexistent.

Duoduo proved a truth with her actions: there is no such thing as garlic that you can't eat, only shrimp that isn't fragrant enough.

Seeing the children eating so heartily, Pei Qian smiled with satisfaction.

It was worth it for him to go to the market early in the morning to buy fresh produce and to work hard at the stove all morning.

He picked up the water glass beside him to moisten his throat, immersed in the comfort of being a "loving old father"—

Pei Qian glanced around casually, then his gaze suddenly froze.

Not right.

Jianjian and several other new children who arrived today did not touch their spoons; instead, they stared regretfully at the sweet and sour pork and steamed shrimp with garlic and vermicelli on their plates.

Just as Pei Qian was wondering what was going on, he saw the freshmen stand up, run to the cabinet where their small backpacks were kept, take out their lunch boxes from their backpacks, and run back to their seats.

"Huh? What are you trying to do?"

Pei Qian raised an eyebrow.

The kindergarten provides meals, so why are these kids bringing their own lunches?

Teacher Yu was also surprised—what does this mean?