Gourmet Kindergarten

"Zhuangzhuang, do you want some more fried meat?"

Pei Qian squatted down, a half-smile on his face.

"Um!"

Zhuangzhuang's eyes widened instantly, his little back straightened, and he asked expectantly, "Headmaster, can we still eat?"

"If you want to eat more meat, you have to earn it yourself."

Pei Qian held up one finger, feigning profundity: "Do you know how a piece of raw meat becomes the golden, crispy fried meat on this plate?"

The six little mythical beasts looked at each other in bewilderment.

Tangtang bit her finger and guessed in her childish voice, "It... came out of the kitchen?"

Tiger patted his chest and answered quickly, "I know! Fry them in oil! I've seen my mom fry meatballs, they sizzle and smell so good!"

As he spoke, he even made a bubbling motion, almost drooling.

DouDou nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, it's fried!"

At this moment, Xiaoyu pushed up his slipping glasses and slowly said, "Just adding oil isn't enough; you have to coat it with flour and egg first, otherwise the meat will become tough. The oil temperature also needs to be controlled; too high and it will burn, too low and it won't be crispy..."

Tiger's mouth formed an "O" shape: "Xiaoyu, you're so amazing... Can you do it?"

Xiao Yu calmly shook his head: "No."

"Then how do you know so much?"

"I saw it on TV..."

"..."

Pei Qian couldn't help but chuckle. This kid was a typical theoretical giant but a practical dwarf.

"Xiaoyu is right, but just watching isn't enough; we have to take action."

Pei Qian drew the children's attention back, looking at the row of little heads standing upright, and threw out the bait:

"I'll teach you how to cook from now on. Once you've learned, you can make as much as you want, whether it's fried meat or stewed cabbage and tofu, okay?"

what? !

What about funny?

These words stunned not only the children, but also Teacher Yu and Aunt Zhao.

Are you expecting these little devils who can't even hold chopsticks properly to cook for themselves?

Is this a case of someone who's tired of living, or someone who thinks the kindergarten isn't being demolished fast enough?

Teacher Yu opened her mouth, about to speak and stop her—

After a moment of stunned silence, the children's eyes lit up with excitement.

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

Their thought processes didn't even consider "Can I learn this?"; instead, they jumped straight to the finish line—

Learn this skill = an endless supply of fried meat.

This equation is simple, straightforward, and irrefutable.

"And—" Pei Qian pressed on while the iron was hot, and began to go on a rampage, "Once you've learned it, not only can you make fried pork, but also crispy roast duck. The skin is crispy and the meat is tender. One bite and your mouth is full of oil."

"And the cola chicken wings, crispy and sweet, you'll suck every last bone clean!"

"There are also milk-flavored mini cakes, fluffy like clouds; and cheesy baked rice, with incredibly long cheese strands—so long!"

Pei Qian gestured with both hands to make an exaggerated span.

With each word read aloud, the children's eyes brightened and their mouths opened wider.

By the end, the six little ones were unconsciously swallowing their saliva, their eyes fixed on Pei Qian's fingers, wishing that those fingers would conjure up food on the spot.

"The headmaster will cook lots and lots of delicious food, and I'll teach you if you want to learn. Would you like to?"

you still need to ask?

Under the bombardment of delicious food, the children's rationality has long since collapsed.

"I do!"

"I'd love to! Once I learn it, I'll do it every day!"

"Me too! Once I learn how to make cola chicken wings, I'm never eating Mom's again! They're awful!"

"Please teach me, Headmaster!"

The six little mythical beasts cheered and jumped for joy, having long forgotten their earlier tantrums and begging for meat.

Pei Qian nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself that this round of deception was perfect.

"Seeing how eager you all are to learn, your headmaster is itching to teach you right now! But cooking requires the right tools. We haven't prepared all the pots and pans yet, so we definitely won't have time today. However—since you've all been so good, your headmaster will make you fried meat again tomorrow at noon, okay?"

"good--!"

The cheers nearly lifted the roof off.

"Yay! Fried meat again tomorrow!"

"Long live the kindergarten director!"

Looking at these easily satisfied little ones, Pei Qian turned to Aunt Zhao and winked, lowering his voice: "Aunt Zhao, let's take advantage of the good atmosphere and get out of here..."

Aunt Zhao understood immediately, and pushed the food cart towards the door.

however--

As soon as the food cart made a "rolling" sound, Zhuangzhuang's little head turned around "whoosh".

The little guy slapped his forehead, belatedly realizing: the meat is still in the car!

"etc!"

Zhuangzhuang jumped up and down in a panic: "Grandma Zhao, don't go! You can't take the fried meat with you! Give me another piece!"

Tiger slammed his hand on the table, responding to the call: "Yes! I want one too!"

"Me too!"

"I want one too!"

Xiao Yu pushed up his glasses and calmly agreed, "Count me in."

Even Duoduo, who hadn't said a word before, raised her hand with tears in her eyes: "I...I want some too..."

Pei Qian: "..."

Aunt Zhao: "..."

Teacher Yu silently covered her face.

Oh no, all that effort to fool them has been wasted.

Aunt Zhao turned and looked at Pei Qian, her eyes clear: Director, you said you'd withdraw, but now do you think you can still withdraw?

Pei Qian: "..."

This time, they've put themselves in a very difficult position.

After all that talk, in the end, not a single one was missing.

"Alright, alright, there's not much meat left. How about half a piece each?"

I thought these little devils would cause trouble again, but when they heard there was meat to eat, they agreed with a thunderous roar:

"good--!"

Aunt Zhao quickly sliced ​​the meat and distributed it, thus quelling the "riot".

Seeing this, Pei Qian turned around, intending to slip away with Aunt Zhao, but stopped at the door. He turned back and whispered to Teacher Yu, "Teacher Yu, after the children get out of school this afternoon, please bring Tangtang to the kitchen. There are still some ingredients left. Let's have the three of us, Aunt Zhao, and Uncle Li make something simple to eat, and we can also have a meeting."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Teacher Yu scratching the back of his head, wondering: What kind of meeting is this, all this secrecy?

……

Principal's Office.

Pei Qian had barely stepped inside when he locked the door, sank into the boss's chair, and a thought struck him.

"System, access the control panel."

On the retina, a pale blue screen unfolds instantly, and data cascades down like a waterfall, settling on the core area.

Current Reputation Value: 68.5

Below the light screen, the detailed list is densely packed:

From "Zhuangzhuang": +1

From "Tiger": +1

From "Duoduo": +1

……

From "Zhuangzhuang": +2

……

"Good heavens!"

Pei Qian stared at the name that kept appearing, his mouth almost stretching to his ears in a wide grin.

In just one afternoon, he not only made a considerable profit, but also discovered another key point—it turns out that the same person can grant reputation points multiple times under different emotional fluctuations!

"It seems these little monsters aren't just the main force behind the rice-eating, but also a reputation ATM that can be repeatedly harvested..."

Pei Qian felt a surge of satisfaction, his gaze continuing to slide downwards, before belatedly realizing...

"Huh? What's with this 0.5? Who gives reputation with a discount?"

Upon closer inspection, the source was identified as: Teacher Yu.

Pei Qian stroked his chin, instantly understanding.

I reckon that Teacher Yu had mixed feelings when he heard that he was going to teach those troublemakers how to cook—he felt that "this sounds unreliable," but at the same time, he felt that "this courage is indeed commendable."

After the two sides were balanced, they reluctantly gave away half a portion.

"Tsk, they've dragged down my reputation progress..."

Pei Qian sighed helplessly, then leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh of relief.

Oh well, even a mosquito's leg is meat.

Afternoon tea consisted of ready-made bread and milk, requiring no effort from him.

Since I have nothing else to do, I might as well go online and search for information related to "children's kitchenware"...

Inside the park, the six little ones slept soundly, dreaming of being able to make fried meat themselves someday.

However, on this peaceful afternoon, Zhuangzhuang's mother, Lin Xi, was restless at home.