Gourmet Kindergarten

"Time to make steamed dumplings!"

After washing their hands, the little radishes chattered excitedly as they rushed towards their respective little stoves.

The other children stood up straight, reaching waist-high above the stove, and placed their little hands on it, looking quite professional.

Only Hao Hao is not an option.

This little dumpling was so tiny; its round head was barely level with the tabletop. It was clinging to the edge with both hands, standing on tiptoe, desperately trying to reach up, its round eyes darting around—

It looks just like a hamster clinging to the edge of its food bowl, unable to reach the food.

Tiger turned his head and saw this scene, laughing so hard he slapped the table: "Hahaha, Hao Hao, you're so short! You look like a little potato!"

"I'm not!" Hao Hao's face flushed red with anger, and he stood on his tiptoes even harder. "I'm the—big—man!"

"Big pot, hahaha, you can't even reach the pot!"

"Tiger, you're the potato! Your whole family are potatoes! You're a fried potato!"

Jianjian couldn't stand it anymore, instantly switching to protective mode, stepping forward to shield Haohao behind him, and glaring back fiercely.

Tiger: "..."

No, are these two arguing with me?

You're bullying me!

"Alright, stop arguing."

Pei Qian clapped his hands and looked at Aunt Zhao: "Take the step stool over there. You keep an eye on Hao Hao."

I don't expect this little dumpling to actually make anything; participation is the key.

Aunt Zhao laboriously carried over a large wooden footstool and placed it beside Hao Hao's feet: "Come on, step on it, slowly—"

He reached out and helped the little one stand up.

The field of vision suddenly rose.

The little guy was stunned.

She blinked, then blinked again.

Then, slowly, very slowly, turn your head to the right—

Tiger's face was flat.

It's no longer "unattainable" that you have to crane your neck to see; it's truly at eye level.

"..."

Hao Hao's eyes visibly lit up, his mouth opened into a small "O" shape, and he suddenly jumped on the platform: "Wow!!! I've gotten taller!!! I'm as tall as Hu Zi now!!!"

Tiger's smile froze in mid-air, and he turned his face away unhappily.

"Haohao, stand still and don't move."

Pei Qian tapped the table with his fingers, cleared his throat, and, relying entirely on his aura to control the situation, said, "Kids, now follow my actions. Do exactly what I say, understand?"

"I understand!"

The little radish heads shouted in unison, their voices full of energy.

"First—scald the dough and knead it."

Pei Qian picked up the flour and slowly poured it onto the cutting board, piling it into a plump little mountain: "Pour out all the flour on the table, pile it up like this, slowly, don't spill it—"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Whoosh—"

Tiger was the fastest, pushing out a bowl of flour in a "splashing ink" motion.

The flour exploded, smearing his face and turning him into a white-faced man in an instant.

"Pfft..." Jianjian couldn't hold it in.

"What are you laughing at? You have one on your nose too!" Tiger wiped his face vigorously, but the more he wiped, the more he looked like he was performing in an opera.

"Don't move!" Pei Qian's eyelids twitched, and his voice deepened by half a degree. "So what if you get it on your eyes? Anyone who dares to rub their eyes will miss out on the steamed dumplings this afternoon."

The little ones froze instantly, becoming as still as wood.

Seeing this, Lin Xi quickly took the opportunity to grab a wet towel and wipe Hu Zi and the others' faces.

"Pile the flour up, make a well in the middle, and add warm water. Watch carefully—don't use your hands directly, use a scraper, or you'll burn yourself."

Pei Qian slowed down his movements, using the scraper to gradually bring the flour into the water from the inner edge.

"Flip it over, scoop it up, flip it over again—see? Once it turns into a snowflake shape, you can get started."

He personally demonstrated, pushing forward, folding back, pushing again, and folding again.

In his hands, the dough gradually transformed from rough and brittle to smooth and round.

The little radish shoots followed suit, and a chaotic scene immediately unfolded on the cutting board.

But not one of them said they would give up.

Even if their movements are clumsy, they still fight tooth and nail with their dough.

Shen Man and the others who were patrolling nearby exchanged a glance without leaving a trace.

These usually mischievous troublemakers are actually more well-behaved than they were in class today?

It has to be said that the young principal's ability to control the situation is truly impressive.

Before long, the outcome was decided.

"Headmaster, I'm done massaging!"

Among the many children, Zhuangzhuang was the first to raise his hand.

No wonder he has a chef as a father; his talent has truly been unleashed.

Pei Qian walked over and took a look; his eyes lit up slightly.

The surface is basically smooth and the shape is fairly regular, which is quite good for a six or seven-year-old child.

"Great job, Zhuangzhuang!"

"hey-hey……"

Upon hearing this, Zhuangzhuang surprisingly became shy.

Seeing this, the other children immediately became anxious and worked even harder.

Tiger gritted his teeth and struggled with the dough: "I can knead it well too!"

DouDou and the others remained silent and immediately began their frenzied kneading of the dough.

Before long, everyone raised their hands to check in.

Pei Qian checked each one and praised them one by one, but he was a little surprised:

These kids' comprehension is a bit too advanced, isn't it?

Could it be that my "Master of Transmission" skill has taken effect?

After all, even Hao Hao, who has the weakest hands-on skills, is holding a "dough ball" in his hands.

Although that thing was more like a piece of clay that had been trampled on, crooked and bumpy, at least it didn't fall apart.

Aunt Zhao originally wanted to secretly help him redo the work, but Pei Qian stopped her with a look.

"Haohao, did you rub it yourself?"

"Mmm!" The little dumpling nodded vigorously, the flour on the tip of its nose trembling.

"Great."

Just one word.

Hao Hao grinned so hard his eyes narrowed, and his tail practically flew up into the sky.

"Alright, kids, you all did a great job. Now cover the dough with a damp cloth and let it rest for twenty minutes."

"Sleep?" Tiger was stunned.

"Wake up the noodles. While we're at it—"

Pei Qian grabbed a kitchen knife with his other hand.

"Bang!"

The blade cut deep into the wood, landing firmly on the cutting board.

"Next, prepare the minced meat."

Chopping meat is risky, and even if Pei Qian is very magnanimous, he would never let eight freshmen touch a knife directly—not even a custom-made children's kitchen knife.

However, Tiger and his six senior students could give it a try.

Pei Qian had chopped the meat into small pieces beforehand, and divided it into several portions. Under the apprehensive gazes of Shen Man and the others, he let the senior students take turns tasting it.

When they first touched a kitchen knife, Tiger and his six little devils were so excited that they screamed.

He unleashed a flurry of attacks with a small cleaver, displaying ruthlessness and cruelty.

With the knife falling and meat flying, an outsider might think that this pile of pork had killed their father.

really.

The little ones are not only not stupid, but they are also incredibly strong.

With proper instruction, it's only a matter of time before they can cook a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

Cooking skills should be taught from a young age.

"stop--"

Pei Qian gave the order, and the little darlings reluctantly stopped.

"The minced meat is ready. Now let's start making the filling." He glanced around and became serious. "But let me make this clear: if you want to make steamed dumplings as perfect as the headmaster's, the seasonings must be absolutely precise. The headmaster adds a certain number of spoonfuls, and you add the same number."

He paused deliberately:

"If anyone dares to add an extra spoonful without permission... the dumplings will taste different, and you'll only be able to eat the awful dumplings you made yourself."

Upon hearing this, the children all widened their eyes in surprise.

"Headmaster, we'll behave well! We won't play recklessly!"

"very good."

Pei Qian's lips curled slightly.

Sometimes, you don't need to reason with kids; you just need to tell them that if they don't behave, they won't get any treats.

This is more effective than any grand theory.