Gourmet Kindergarten

The nap room was dimly lit by thick blackout curtains, with only a sliver of white light from the corridor seeping in through the crack under the door.

Fourteen small beds, fourteen small quilts, all quiet and peaceful.

At first glance, life seems peaceful and idyllic.

However, it couldn't escape Teacher Yu's sharp eyes.

In the second row, there's a baby named Beibei—under the blanket, a leg is slowly wiggling at 0.5x speed, just like a silkworm that has become a spirit.

Fourth row, Yuanyuan—her eyes were tightly closed, but her eyelids were twitching wildly, and her eyelashes were shaking as if she had been electrocuted.

Jianjian leans against the wall—facing the wall, his two little hands are constantly scratching and picking at the wall, as if he is picking at some kind of secret manual.

The most amazing thing is Hao Hao next to him.

Holding a baby bottle, she takes a sip every thirty seconds, each sip being extremely forceful.

The silicone nipple made a "squeak" sound when it was sucked.

He seemed afraid that others wouldn't know he was awake.

Teacher Yu leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, a kind smile playing on his lips.

Every day at noon, those little rascals have to do this.

Check them one by one?

A poor choice.

As soon as you get close, they close their eyes tighter than anyone else, even regulating their breathing, each one acting like a little angel, and there's absolutely nothing you can do about them.

Teacher Yu cleared his throat and began quietly:

"Those who are asleep, please raise your hands."

Lin Xi, who was standing to the side, was stunned.

No, wait a minute?

How can I raise my hand if I'm asleep?

Raising your hand is tantamount to self-destruction, isn't it?

This question has a flaw!

But she overlooked a fatal problem—

The audience in this room has an average age of less than five years old.

Preschool kids' thought processes are very simple:

When the teacher asks you to raise your hand, it means "I'm a good boy/girl."

As for the underlying logical trap?

Their brains don't even have this module installed!

and so--

Whoosh!

Fourteen small, white arms shot out of the blankets and into the air.

Without the slightest hesitation, not a single person fell behind.

Lin Xi subconsciously counted from left to right:

One, two... fourteen.

completely annihilated.

Even Lin Xi's usually cunning son wasn't spared.

His little arms were stretched straight out, raised higher than anyone else's, and he even arrogantly swung them twice in mid-air.

Approximately 0.01 seconds later.

The kid realized what was happening, and his wrist trembled nervously.

But it's too late.

Teacher Yu looked at the room full of "prisoners" raising their little hands in surrender, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly:

Good heavens, we've caught them all today!

"Oh, you raise your hand even when you're asleep?"

The children were all taken aback.

and many more.

She was asleep... so why was she raising her hand?

Oops!

shhhhh--

Fourteen arms instantly shrank back into the blankets.

A few seconds later, a series of guilty murmurs came from under the covers:

"Teacher... I fell asleep, but my hands raised themselves."

"Teacher, my little hands have kidnapped me... It's not my fault..."

Teacher Yu: "..."

Okay, when it comes to shifting blame, you guys are professionals.

In that case, let's defeat magic with magic!

"Since your little hands are all tied up, then your teacher will have to use magic to free you..."

Teacher Yu lowered his voice, feigning mystery:

"I've sealed you all under the covers. Those of you sealed in are absolutely forbidden from opening your eyes or moving. If anyone breaks the spell—the magic will disappear, and you'll be dragged out and made to stand in the corner as punishment..."

And you know what? The little ones really fall for it.

One by one, they obediently closed their eyes and instantly became wooden figures.

Before I knew it, drowsiness really crept in, and soon my breathing became long and steady.

Having confirmed that the enemy was in a deep sleep, Teacher Yu quietly withdrew and closed the door behind him.

"Teacher Shen, you stay here and keep an eye on things. If anyone wakes up crying, try to soothe them."

"Leave it to me." Shen Man nodded.

Teacher Yu turned to Lin Xi and said, "Let's go see how the little principal has decorated the backyard."

Lin Xi immediately perked up, rubbing her hands together: "I've wanted to go for ages! What do those 'custom-made kitchen utensils for kids' look like? They must be super cute, right?"

The two walked out of the classroom chatting and laughing.

Shen Man was left alone to guard him.

To be honest, after Teacher Lin said that, she felt a surge of anger.

But having accepted the caregiving assignment, I had to suppress my curiosity for the time being.

……

Before even getting close to the courtyard, you could hear the clanging of metal.

Walk through the corridor and into the courtyard.

Once you can see the scene in the courtyard clearly—

The two of them gasped simultaneously, their feet rooted to the spot.

Good guy!

At this moment, the courtyard is no longer a kindergarten.

It's clearly a miniature open-air heavy industrial workshop!

Pei Qian was busy with Aunt Zhao and Aunt Li, and rows of mini stoves were neatly arranged on the ground.

Note that this is not the kind of cheap plastic toys sold in supermarkets for playing house.

Yes! It's real! A stove!

It is a scaled-down version of an adult stove, complete with an induction cooker, spatula, steamer, and cutting board.

Even on the shelves next to it, there were stacks of miniature chef uniforms and little chef hats.

The texture and the weight of this product look incredibly high-end.

"Wow...this is so realistic! It's practically a miniature kitchen!" Lin Xi exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"Yes," Teacher Yu's eyes flickered slightly, "This is going to be fun."

"Teacher Yu, Teacher Lin, what brings you here?!"

Pei Qian turned around when he heard the noise.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and there was a streak of black ash on the tip of his nose.

Combined with his originally aloof and distant face, it created a strangely endearing contrast.

Teacher Yu walked over and said, "The children are asleep, and Teacher Shen is watching them. We've come to see if they need any help."

"Yes! Could you help me move all the ingredients over there?"

During a break from moving things, Teacher Yu couldn't help but ask:

"By the way, little principal, can you give us a spoiler? What are we teaching these little devils in their first 'life skills' lesson today?"

Pei Qian casually picked up the towel around his neck and wiped away his sweat.

"Crescent-shaped steamed dumplings".

Lin Xi froze for half a second, her face full of disbelief: "Huh? That's a famous Huaiyang snack! The kind that requires extremely high skill, and you... you just teach them how to make the skin and that's it?"

Pei Qian slowly turned his head, his eyes revealing a clear ruthlessness:

"No. From kneading the dough and preparing the filling to wrapping the dumplings—the entire process."

Lin Xi's smile froze.

No, little principal, isn't this a bit too hardcore?

Can the little kids handle it?

After all, Zhuangzhuang is someone who never lifts a finger at home, and the other kids are probably about the same.

Is this a full set of extremely difficult puzzles right from the start?

This isn't a life skills lesson; it's like treating a kindergarten like a special forces training camp for field training!

But seeing Pei Qian's calm and collected expression, she swallowed back the words of advice that were on the tip of her tongue.

Teacher Yu, standing to the side, silently felt a chill run down her spine.

Hopefully, the headmistress is aware of this, or she might actually blow up the kitchen.

With this mix of trepidation and anticipation, time quietly slipped by.

The afternoon sun gradually slanted westward.

The "sealing magic" in the bed has finally run its course.

"Wow--"

The first cry of the day rang out in the nap room right on time.

Then, it was as if a start button had been pressed.

Rubbing their eyes, smacking their lips, sleeping with their hair in a mess... Fourteen "mythical beasts" hatched one after another.

The first hardcore life skills lesson for these mythical creatures is about to begin.