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Chapter 62 The Parents' Panic

4:20 PM.

Outside Qiming Bilingual Kindergarten, a long line of private cars had formed to pick up children.

Parents stood outside the cordon, glancing at their watches and exchanging pleasantries.

"Ring ring—"

At 4:30, the crisp school bell rang on time.

The kindergarten's large iron gate slowly opened to both sides.

The teachers led the children, who were lined up, out in an orderly fashion.

As soon as the group from Class 3 arrived at the pick-up area, the parents who had been waiting quietly immediately rushed to greet them.

"Haohao, were you a good boy/girl at kindergarten today?"

A young mother wearing a designer long dress stepped forward and took the small schoolbag from her son's hand.

She casually unzipped her backpack and took out the premium insulated lunchbox she had brought to school for lunch.

"Haohao, Mom specially went to the restaurant this morning to get you some deep-sea cod fillets, but you haven't eaten much of them?"

Hao Hao's mother lifted the food box and glanced inside, then immediately frowned.

Inside the food box, the cod fillet lay almost untouched.

Hao Hao looked at the cod fillet, his face immediately fell, and his little mouth pursed.

"Disgusting! This fish fillet is awful!"

Hao Hao protested loudly, grabbing his mother's clothes with his two little hands and shaking them, "Mom, the fish is all sticky on the outside, I don't want to eat this!"

I want to eat the candy flower!

Hao Hao's mother was stunned: "What little flower?"

"Don't you usually love this butter sauce the most?"

"It tastes awful! It's not as good as what Tangtang's dad makes!"

Hao Hao stomped his feet anxiously, his eyes reddening. "Tangtang's little flowers have purple and green skins, and shrimp inside. One bite and it's full of juice!"

"Mom, can you buy me little flowers tomorrow too?"

Hao Hao's mother was completely bewildered by her son's sudden outburst.

And a similar scene was unfolding not far away.

Xiaomeng's mother was squatting on the ground, looking helplessly at her daughter.

"Xiaomeng, this sandwich was specially made for you by a private chef. The cheese inside is your favorite kind. How come you didn't finish it and left it all?"

Looking at the remaining sandwiches in the exquisite wooden box, Xiaomeng's mother spoke with a hint of confusion.

Xiao Meng pushed the wooden box into her mother's hands, shaking her little head like a rattle drum.

"Mom, this meat is hard to chew, I don't like eating it."

Xiao Meng's big eyes were full of grievances. "At lunchtime, Tangtang shared a red four-happiness steamed dumpling with me."

The skin is so soft, and the meat inside is so delicious!

Xiaomeng held her mother's hand and said eagerly, "Mom, don't bring me this tomorrow. Can you go to Tangtang's dad's and buy me that little flower too?"

I only want to eat that!

It wasn't just Hao Hao and Xiao Meng.

In the drop-off and pick-up area, several parents of the third grade class were completely bewildered.

"Hey? Sweetie, why aren't you even eating the black truffle pasta?"

"Son, don't you usually love pizza the most?"

Why did you bring it back untouched today?

"Mommy, I don't want noodles anymore, I want Tangtang's white steamed dumplings!"

These children, who are usually picky eaters at home, seemed to have conspired together today to collectively boycott the Western-style food in their lunchboxes.

A group of three- or four-year-old children surrounded their parents, clamoring for food such as "Little Flowers Made by Sugar's Dad" and "Four Happiness Steamed Dumplings".

The parents looked at each other, all somewhat at a loss.

Hao Hao's mom, carrying the food box full of cod fillets, turned to look at Xiao Meng's mom next to her.

"Little Meng's mom, you heard that too, right?"

What's wrong with these kids?

Hao Hao's mother looked puzzled. "What little flowers?"

What kind of steamed dumplings?

Xiaomeng's mother frowned and thought for a moment: "I don't know."

Xiaomeng just said that it was brought by a child named Tangtang.

The fact that these picky kids wouldn't even touch the Wagyu beef suggests it must be desserts from some newly opened upscale children's private chef.

"These days, pastry shops have so many different kinds of pastries, I guess they're made especially to appeal to children by shaped like flowers."

Another parent came over and said helplessly, "Why don't we just go ask Teacher Liu?"

Since the child loves it, let's find out which dessert shop or upscale Western restaurant ordered it from, and buy one tomorrow. We can't let the child crave other people's food every day.

"Yes, yes, go ask Teacher Liu!"

The parents immediately reached an agreement.

Carrying the leftover lunchboxes of their children, they hurried to the reception area and called out to Teacher Liu, who was about to return to the classroom.

"Teacher Liu, please don't leave yet. We have something we'd like to ask you."

Hao Hao's mother spoke first.

Teacher Liu stopped and looked at the parents with puzzled expressions, vaguely guessing what they wanted to ask.

"Haohao's mom, Xiaomeng's mom, what's wrong?"

Teacher Liu asked with a smile.

"Teacher Liu, we just wanted to ask about today's lunchbox sharing day."

"My little Meng usually loves the Wagyu beef from that private chef, but she didn't touch it at all today."

As soon as we came out, she started clamoring for "the little flowers that Tangtang brought."

"Yes, Teacher Liu!"

Hao Hao's mother chimed in, "Our Hao Hao is the same way; he insists on eating those steamed dumplings with four different colors."

Hao Hao's mother handed the lunchbox forward: "Teacher Liu, you watch the children eat in the classroom at noon, so you must know."

Which high-end restaurant did Tangtang's family order the food from?

Or did they hire a famous foreign chef?

Please tell us the store name so we can go and buy it for our child.

"Yes, as long as the kids love it, we'll order it no matter the price!"

Other parents echoed this sentiment.

As the parents asked, "Which upscale restaurant is it?" or "Which famous chef?", Ms. Liu's expression became somewhat complicated.

The image of the half-eaten, torn steamed dumpling from lunchtime flashed through her mind.

Looking at the group of anxious parents, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"Parents, please don't panic, listen to me."

Teacher Liu raised her hands and pressed them down, signaling everyone to quiet down.

The parents immediately shut their mouths and stared expectantly at Ms. Liu, waiting for her to announce the name of the "top-class restaurant".

Teacher Liu took a deep breath, looked at Hao Hao's mother and Xiao Meng's mother, and spoke.

"Hao Hao's mom, Xiao Meng's mom, everyone has misunderstood."

Ms. Liu shook her head, directly shattering their expectations, "The lunchbox that Tangtang brought today was not ordered from any high-end Western restaurant or private chef restaurant."

"Didn't you order it from outside?"

Hao Hao's mother was stunned. "Which live-in chef did you hire to make that?"

"Neither."

Looking at the parents, Teacher Liu said, "That bento box that the children wouldn't even eat at a five-star Western restaurant was made by Tangtang's father at home this morning."

"What?!"

The surrounding parents all gasped in surprise.

"Daddy made this by hand?!"

Xiaomeng's mother stared wide-eyed, her face full of disbelief. "A breakfast I made at home can outshine those top-grade Wagyu beef?"

"Teacher Liu, you're not mistaken, are you?"

"I'm not mistaken. Tangtang said it herself at noon, and I was there watching."

Teacher Liu's tone was very certain.

"Then... what kind of cuisine does Tangtang's dad cook?"

Is it children's baking or some new-style Western food?

Hao Hao's mother hurriedly pressed for more information.

Teacher Liu shook her head: "Neither."

Those are traditional Chinese handmade pastries.

Teacher Liu recalled the name, glanced at the parents present, and said, "That pastry is called Four Happiness Steamed Dumplings."

It is a four-section shape made by hand using fresh vegetable juice and dough.

It's filled with shrimp and fresh pork tenderloin.

With no excess butter or sauce, it's perfect for kids.

The air seemed to stand still at that moment.

Several parents stood at the kindergarten gate, holding those fancy food boxes, and were all stunned.

Traditional Chinese pastries? Steamed dumplings that a father made by hand at home this morning?

This thing can outperform these high-end custom-made dishes? And in terms of taste, it completely surpasses expensive Wagyu beef and cod, driving all the picky eaters in the class crazy?

"This...how is this possible..."

Hao Hao's mother glanced at the box of deep-sea cod fillets that her son had rejected, and her mind went blank.

"Teacher Liu."

Xiao Meng's mother asked, "What exactly does Tangtang's father do?"

Is he a chef?