Gourmet Kindergarten

Even if only one of these "four-legged gold-devouring beasts" starts crying, the high-frequency sound waves are enough to give the teacher a hard time.

But now?

Good guy!

The five divine beasts unleashed their power simultaneously, creating a roar comparable to a level 10 tsunami, nearly blowing Pei Qian's skull off on the spot.

Headache.

This is a real headache.

And one of the "culprits" who caused all this, Aunt Zhao, suddenly turned as red as a tomato.

Oh no, I've been caught cheating! I'm afraid I'll lose all authority in front of these little devils from now on...

and many more!

That's not right!

Why would I feel guilty?

I was clearly helping the kindergarten director taste the food!

This is quality control!

That's called dedication!

The other "culprit," Zhuangzhuang, was standing there dumbfounded, with half a piece of sweet and sour pork in his mouth, looking completely innocent.

No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense... I asked the headmaster for it, how can you call that stealing?

"Slurp—"

Instinctively, he took a deep breath.

The wobbly sweet and sour pork slipped right into my mouth.

"Click."

The crispy crust crumbles at the touch of your teeth, and the sweet and sour juice bursts on your tongue.

I couldn't control it at all; my cheeks had already started working on their own.

The little ones who were crying their hearts out outside saw this scene—

The crying abruptly stopped.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Indeed, Zhuangzhuang's blissful chewing, with its clear yet foolish eyes, delivered a ton of mental blows to those outside the door.

There was a two-second silence.

"Wow--!!!"

The cries will return, and they will be returned tenfold!

"Zhuangzhuang is bad! Zhuangzhuang eats alone!"

"Waaaah... I'm never talking to Zhuangzhuang again!"

"I want fried pork too! I'll cry myself to death if you don't give me some!"

"I hereby declare that Zhuangzhuang is no longer my absolute best friend! Unless he shares his fried meat with me, I will never forgive him! Waaaaah—"

"I'm not playing with Zhuangzhuang anymore!"

Suddenly, the crying rose an octave higher than before.

Teacher Yu was flustered and overwhelmed, trying to comfort one person only to have another cry. She wished she could grow eight hands on the spot.

Pei Qian's temples throbbed, and his gaze toward Zhuang Zhuang had shifted from helplessness to a blatant "Look what you've done!"

Zhuangzhuang chewed it up with a smacking sound and then swallowed it slowly.

Mmm, still delicious~

She looked up and met Pei Qian's murderous gaze.

He froze, his survival instinct instantly kicking in.

Looking at Pei Qian, then at his little friend crying so hard he was almost breathless at the door, Zhuangzhuang timidly raised his hand and tentatively asked:

"Well... I've already eaten it, do you want more? If you do, I'll take it out and give it to you..."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Zhuangzhuang, you're such a bad guy!!"

"You only ask if we want more after you've finished eating! Are you kidding me?!"

"Waaaaah, I hate you!"

Tiger was so angry that he squatted down on the ground, covered his head with his hands, and let out a roar from the depths of his soul:

"Oh my god! What kind of world is this?! Why am I always the one who gets hurt?!"

Zhuangzhuang: "(>﹏<。)"

Oh no, I think I've messed up again!

Aunt Zhao: "(uДu〃)"

孽 孽!

Amitabha!

Pei Qian: "(* /ω＼*)"

I dared not open my eyes, hoping it was just my imagination!

Hey!

This isn't running a kindergarten, it's practically undergoing a tribulation!

No, if we don't intervene, the roof will be ripped off today.

Pei Qian clapped three times crisply: "Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"Stop! Hold it in!"

His powerful shout completely stunned the little radish kids.

The crying stopped abruptly.

Their big, watery eyes stared at him, and they even forgot to sniffle.

"Hmm, not bad, they are all obedient and good children."

Seeing that he had intimidated the entire audience, Pei Qian was very satisfied with the authoritative image he had established, and casually pointed to the stainless steel tray on the insulated table next to him.

Tiger and his four friends immediately stood on tiptoe and craned their necks—

The plate was piled high with a golden "mountain".

Each piece of sweet and sour pork is evenly coated with amber-colored sweet and sour sauce, and the outer skin is fried until it is puffed up and glistens temptingly under the light.

"Gulp."

The five sounds of swallowing saliva overlapped together, perfectly synchronized, like an a cappella chorus.

Even Teacher Yu next to her was stunned: Such tacit understanding, it's a pity they're not in choir... But speaking of which, this meat looks really delicious, even she, an adult, swallowed her saliva.

Pei Qian took a small bowl, picked up a few pieces of sweet and sour pork, walked up to the five little gluttons, leaned down slightly, and smiled like a kidnapper... no, he smiled like a gentle and kind kindergarten principal.

"Want some?"

"think--!"

Five heads nodded frantically like rattle-drums, staring longingly at the crispy pork in the bowl, their little hands reaching for the rice in unison.

Unexpectedly, Pei Qian flipped his wrist and dodged it.

"Wow--!"

Just as another mournful melody was about to begin, Pei Qian immediately interrupted, "Stop crying! If anyone sheds another tear, all this meat will be gone!"

Tiger and his five companions: "..."

She forcefully held back the tears that had welled up in her eyes.

Seeing this, Pei Qian nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it. If you want to eat meat, you have to listen to the headmaster. Now, follow Teacher Yu back to the classroom, wash your hands, take your plates, and sit down. Whoever sits up the straightest will get their fragrant fried meat first."

The moment the words were spoken, the tone of the conversation abruptly changed.

"Headmaster, Tangtang is the most obedient! She's going back to the classroom with Teacher Yu now!"

"Me too! Could you give me two more pieces later?"

"Aww! Time for meat!"

"Look, Headmaster, I didn't cry at all. I'm the best girl, so please don't forget me!"

The most outrageous one was Tiger, who immediately launched into a dig-and-smear campaign:

"I knew the headmaster was the best! Unlike Zhuangzhuang who eats alone! You guys were crying just now, so immature. Unlike me, I'm always so strong!"

"..."

The speed at which they change their expressions is remarkable, making them a true intangible cultural heritage of Sichuan Opera.

One second they were all crying and making a fuss, the next second their mouths were stretched to their ears.

Each one of them was a drama queen, and before returning to the classroom, they didn't forget to frantically express their loyalty and desperately try to prove that they were the most obedient babies in the entire universe.

As for who was crying so hard just now?

The five children unanimously replied: "We don't know, we've never seen it before, it's not us."

At this point, only the world where Zhuangzhuang is injured has been achieved.

……

I watched as the five little radish heads followed Teacher Yu out of the kitchen.

"call--"

Pei Qian let out a long breath and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

The world is finally quiet.

Aunt Zhao patted her chest with a sigh of relief: "My goodness, we finally managed to coax them away. The young headmistress is really something else. If it were an old woman like me, I would have cried myself to death."

"Don't be too happy yet."

Pei Qian's eyes narrowed.

"There's going to be a tough battle later."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already started moving.

Serving up sweet and sour pork, stewed cabbage and tofu, and carrying buckets of rice—all done smoothly and effortlessly, stacking everything onto the food cart.

Aunt Zhao quickly lent a hand.

The two men flanked the edge of the food cart, and Pei Qian uttered two words in a deep voice:

"Walk."

The wheeled cart, fully loaded with "ammunition," rolled steadily toward the classroom.

The real battle has only just begun.