Gourmet Kindergarten

"Little trains, lined up neatly, we're off to our life skills class!"

After finishing their afternoon snack, the fourteen little monsters were linked together by the three teachers and wobbled towards the yard.

Before it had gone ten meters, the "little train" derailed.

Tangtang squatted down to watch the ants, but five ants behind her couldn't stop in time and piled up on top of her.

Beibei ran into the green belt and frantically picked at the flowers;

Hao Hao chased after the pink butterfly, running around the yard in an S-shaped, serpentine pattern...

The three teachers looked at this disorganized mess and broke out in a cold sweat.

With this level of concentration, I hope you don't burn the bottom of the pot on the stove later.

"Tangtang, watch where you're going!" Teacher Yu slapped her daughter on the back of the head, physically correcting her behavior.

Tangtang rubbed her little head and reluctantly moved forward.

The next second, her small body suddenly froze.

"Wow--!!"

In the center of the courtyard, rows of gleaming miniature stoves stood like arrayed mechs, their metallic sheen shimmering in the sunlight!

On the shelf next to it, small shovels and small steamers are arranged in a neat and orderly manner.

And on the highest shelf, there was a row of pure white chef's uniforms and tall chef's hats hanging!

This visual impact is basically like opening the door to the Marvel world for a four- or five-year-old child.

The little mythical beasts, who had been lost in thought, suddenly jolted awake and turned around in unison, dumbfounded.

"Ahhh! So cool!"

"Can the headmaster do magic? He suddenly conjured up so many cooking utensils!"

"I want to wear that hat! I want to be a chef!"

The little ones stretched their necks out, stood on tiptoe, and practically glued their eyes to the stove.

But none of them dared to rush forward—the three teachers had already transformed into "human roadblocks," firmly blocking the safety line.

On the high platform, Pei Qian watched this scene and stroked his chin with satisfaction.

Ah, they've taken the bait.

It was worth all the big fuss he put on.

To deal with these little brats whose attention span is only three seconds, don't reason with them; a direct "visual assault" is the best way.

"Clap clap clap!"

Pei Qian clapped his hands: "Kids, look at the headmaster here."

In an instant, the courtyard fell silent.

Fourteen pairs of eyes turned to look at him.

"You kids were all great!" Pei Qian smiled with satisfaction, then offered a tempting reward, "Let me test you. When the chef cooks, what's the first step?"

Swish swish!

Little hands sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

"Lighting the fire! My dad's cooking 'whoosh' is terrifying!"

"Pour in the oil! Sizzle, sizzle!"

"You're all wrong! You have to put the meat in first! What's the point if you don't put in the meat!"

Pei Qian: "..."

Good grief, you're skipping the food preparation step and starting to cook right away?

"That's not right! Think again, is what the chef is wearing the same as what we're wearing?"

The little ones tilted their heads, deep in thought.

Tangtang, with her sharp eyes, immediately pointed at the shelf and exclaimed, "It's different! They're wearing white clothes and tall hats!"

"Smart!" Pei Qian snapped his fingers. "So the first step—change clothes!"

The team completely panicked.

"I want to wear it! I want to wear it!"

"Headmaster, will I become more powerful if I wear this?!"

The little ones were so excited they stomped their feet; if the teacher hadn't been there to stop them, they probably would have pounced on the attack.

"Okay, okay, don't rush, everyone will get a share..."

For the little monster, "wearing a chef's uniform" is not preparation work at all, it's "role-playing".

The moment they put on that outfit, they no longer felt like they were in class—they felt like they were "being chefs."

This method is simple, but it works.

Moreover, this chef's uniform is produced by the system and comes with "infant protection" properties that are oil-proof, heat-proof, and stain-proof, making it absolutely safe.

Soon, with the help of the three teachers, the fourteen little mythical beasts successfully transformed into "white dough balls".

Wearing tall chef's hats, we looked at each other, completely fascinated.

Even the way they lined up to wash their hands was unusually uniform.

"Headmaster, I'm all dressed and washed. Are you going to teach us how to make sweet and sour pork?"

Tangtang was eager to be the "Cooking Class Representative," so she was the first to run over and stared at Pei Qian with starry eyes.

The other children also gathered around and nodded enthusiastically.

Pei Qian smiled and said, "Sure, but—"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

"What I'm teaching today isn't sweet and sour pork."

"what?"

Tangtang and the others' faces visibly fell down.

That's how kids are; one second they're full of enthusiasm, but the moment things don't go as planned, all their enthusiasm vanishes.

Fortunately, Pei Qian had a "big move" up his sleeve.

To win a child's heart, you must first win their stomach.

"Don't rush."

Pei Qian smiled mysteriously, turned around and walked towards the steamer that was bubbling away with white steam.

"Next, let's see what amazing things we've prepared today."

Before he could finish speaking...

He abruptly lifted the steamer lid with one hand—

boom!

Thick white fog burst open and surged into the sky, leaving the fourteen little dough balls completely dumbfounded.

"The volcano has erupted!" Tiger gasped.

"No! It's a fire-breathing dragon!" Zhuangzhuang shook his head frantically. "Headmaster, you actually caught a dragon!"

"Nonsense! It's so white and beautiful, it must be a fairy sister taking a bath inside!" Duoduo stomped her feet anxiously.

Pei Qian chuckled helplessly as he listened to the kids spouting nonsense.

But next second.

The chattering yard seemed to have its power suddenly cut off. All fourteen little heads tilted back, wrinkled their little noses, and began to inhale deeply into the air.

It smells so good...

Several little gluttons even had glistening drool on their lips as they stood on tiptoe, desperately trying to peek into the steamer.

As the fog dissipated, the true form was revealed.

"Oh, are these steamed dumplings? Why do they look like crescent moons?"

"I recognize these! They're crescent-shaped steamed dumplings. My mom took me to eat them before, but they weren't as fragrant or as pretty as the ones made by the kindergarten director!"

"Wow, I really want to eat this! Hurry up and put it in my mouth!"

"Hey, can I have some, Kindergarten Director?"

It's not just children.

Even the adults, including Teacher Yu, who were watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but swallow hard the moment they saw what was in the steamer.

Reason tells them to be reserved, but their bodies are frighteningly honest—they desperately want to grab one and stuff it in their mouths.

You can't blame them for that.

It's all because Pei Qian made such an amazing steamed dumpling.

Inside the steamer, rows of crescent-shaped dumplings were arranged with clear spacing.

The dough, steamed until it becomes white, translucent, and has a high-end jade-like texture.

The pleats at the top are fine and even, resembling a work of art.

Through the dough, you can vaguely see the plump and firm meat filling inside.

Just by looking at it, you can imagine the explosive sensation of your teeth gently biting through the noodles and the savory juices bursting in your mouth.

People's hearts were melting, and only one crazy thought remained in their minds:

Eat it! Now! Immediately!

Looking down at the fourteen pairs of bright, sparkling "big eyes," and those few adult gazes that couldn't be hidden at all.

Pei Qian's lips curled up slightly.

This is called a dimensional reduction attack.

The pressing of ingredients, the crushing of techniques.

"Of course you can."

Pei Qian chuckled and gestured with his chin towards the three teachers: "Distribute them, one for each of them. Let them taste what real 'crescent-shaped steamed dumplings' are like."