Gourmet Kindergarten

The lollipop was licked clean in no time.

A group of little kids smacked their lips, their eyes all fixed on Pei Qian's pocket.

Hao Hao was no exception; his chubby little tongue circled his lips with lingering satisfaction.

But instead of just staring blankly like the other children, he took the initiative, tugging at Pei Qian's clothes and tilting his little head up: "Headmaster, I want more candy!"

"That's all." Pei Qian said coldly, "Eating too much candy will rot your teeth. When you have a toothache, no one will cry for you."

Hao Hao's lips twitched, and his little face instantly "collapsed," his aggrieved emotions about to escalate into a storm.

Responding to the opponent's move with practiced ease, Pei Qian offered the bait: "However—you can have another one tomorrow."

"Really? Don't lie to Hao Hao!"

She forced back her tears, and her small eyes instantly lit up.

"Really, Principal Yu never lies." Pei Qian held up three fingers, looking serious, then changed the subject, "But there's a condition—now, obediently go to the classroom with Teacher Yu."

With a quick glance, he also included the group of "little gluttons" around him: "You guys are the same, be good."

"Isn't the pot leaving?" Hao Hao clung to the corner of his clothes, his childish voice dragging out the question.

"I'm not leaving. I'll go buy groceries and cook lunch for you."

"What are we having for lunch?" The child's attention was successfully diverted.

Pei Qian smiled and announced the dishes: "Sweet and sour pork, garlic vermicelli shrimp, and tomato and egg soup."

"Sweet and sour pork?"

Hao Hao tilted his head, his face full of question marks.

He knew about braised pork belly, and he'd heard of braised pork belly with preserved mustard greens, but he just couldn't figure out what sweet and sour pork was, even with a furrowed brow.

"Guoguo, Guobaorou... does it have meat filling that's wrapped up?"

"It's not a steamed bun! It's super delicious meat!" Tangtang chimed in first, her little face beaming with the pride of someone who'd been there before. "Take a bite, and it's both sweet and sour, with a crispy exterior—it's so fragrant!"

Hao Hao and the other new children took it to heart as soon as they heard it.

Seeing the interest in the group of new little ones, Pei Qian's lips curled slightly.

Haha, they all love to eat!

The little gluttons were led towards the teaching building by Teacher Yu and Aunt Zhao, with Hao Hao's booming voice ringing out from the group: "Don't forget to buy bao bao rou—"

Pei Qian chuckled, waved his hand, and turned to take a step.

"Xiao Pei, I'll go with you!" Aunt Zhang volunteered from behind. "I know all the vendors at the market very well. I can find the stalls with good meat, fresh vegetables, and cheap prices even with my eyes closed!"

With a free expert in picking vegetables and a porter offering to carry his bags offered to him, how could Pei Qian refuse?

"Alright, let's go then."

The two left the kindergarten one after the other and headed straight for the vegetable market.

……

Jinxiu Residential Area, Lin Family Home.

"Bang!"

The master bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, making a loud, intimate contact with the wall, causing dust to fall from the door frame.

Lin Xi and Lin Minghui were suddenly awakened from their sleep, their heads popping out from under the covers, looking at the bedside with blank expressions.

Then you see a round little ball of flesh, trotting along on its short legs.

Lin Xi: "???"

Lin Minghui: "???"

"Mom, wake up! Take me to school!"

"Zhuangzhuang?"

Seeing that the boy in front of her was not only dressed neatly, but also carrying his kindergarten backpack, Lin Xi looked like she had seen a ghost.

Doesn't this little darling usually need to be coaxed, tricked, dragged, and pulled to get up?

Did the sun rise in the west today?

Normally, my son going to school on his own initiative would be a joyous occasion worth sharing on social media.

But when he thought about the "unfilial act" that little brat did yesterday—just because she accidentally stole half a piece of sweet and sour pork that he brought back, this kid was so angry that he dialed 110!

Lin Xi's temper flared up instantly.

She snorted coldly, threw back the covers, turned over, and showed her son her indifferent back of her head: "Let your dad deliver it! I'm on strike today!"

Zhuangzhuang: "..."

Lin Minghui: "..."

To be honest, Lin Minghui still wanted to stay snuggled up in bed at that moment.

Not only did I spend most of last night setting up a night market stall, but when I got home I also had to listen to my wife complain about Zhuangzhuang's various "unfilial" behaviors.

The cause of the incident turned out to be a bloody incident triggered by half a piece of sweet and sour pork, which eventually even alarmed the local police officer...

He was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and all he wanted was to lie down and rest forever.

But seeing his son's expectant gaze, the old father's sense of responsibility barely overcame his morning grumpiness.

"Sigh! I must have owed you two a lot in my past life!"

He sighed, resignedly got up and dressed, casually touching his son's forehead: "You don't have a fever today, do you? Why did you get up so early?"

Zhuangzhuang tilted his chubby little face up, his eyes sparkling: "The headmaster said they'll make us sweet and sour pork again for lunch today! I'll go to kindergarten early to save a seat so I can eat it sooner!"

Lin Minghui's hand froze in mid-air.

It's sweet and sour pork again.

As the king of night market stalls, he is also quite good at cooking, and this guy grew up eating his dishes.

Now, for someone else's sake, he's become such a pathetic person?

The chef's competitive spirit suddenly became uncontrollable.

"So, do you think Dad's sweet and sour pork was tastier, or your kindergarten principal's?"

Zhuangzhuang blinked his big eyes, and without even a fraction of a second of hesitation, blurted out decisively:

"The headmaster's cooking is delicious!"

"Click—"

Lin Minghui seemed to hear his heart, which had been tempered in front of the stove for many years, shatter into a pile of glass shards.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

Lin Minghui's face was as black as the bottom of a pot in his kitchen.

He looked down at his calloused hands, which he had used for ten years to cook, and then at the innocent, oblivious little traitor in front of him. He couldn't suppress the anger rising in his chest.

He ripped open the buttons of her freshly buttoned shirt, ripped it off, and threw it back onto the bed, gritting his teeth as he forced out a few words:

"Fine, so I don't like your dad anymore, huh? I'm not seeing you off!"

Zhuangzhuang was stunned: "Then how am I supposed to go to school?"

"I'll call a delivery guy to take you there!"

Zhuangzhuang sighed helplessly, looking like a little old man who had seen through the fickleness of human relationships.

Lin Minghui fiddled with his phone for a bit, then looked up and coldly uttered, "Pickup code 7787."

After a pause, he couldn't help but add curtly, "What about breakfast? Have some milk and bread from the fridge before you go."

Zhuangzhuang shook his head: "No need, I want to save room so I can eat two more pieces of the sweet and sour pork that the headmaster makes at noon."

Lin Minghui: "..."

Good grief, is she afraid of not being able to anger him to death?

That's like killing someone by breaking their spirit!

"Get out! Get out of here and wait in the living room right now!"

Zhuangzhuang, looking aggrieved, carried his little schoolbag and was ruthlessly kicked out of the bedroom by his own father.

The small figure had just disappeared through the doorway.

Lin Minghui stood there, his chest still heaving, silently making a mental note—he would definitely have to meet this young kindergarten director properly sometime in the future.

Before he could even finish spitting out his anger, Lin Xi, who was lying in bed watching the show, suddenly delivered a chilling blow:

"Actually... I think the little headmaster's cooking is indeed tastier than yours."

"Lin Xi!! Shut up!"

With a loud bang, the door was slammed shut, followed by a click as it was locked from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, the large double quilt was suddenly turned upside down.

The fabric rubbed violently together, and Lin Xi let out a sweet yet panicked cry, "Hey, what are you doing? Get off me, you're pressing on my hair..."

However, the sound was quickly muffled by the pillow.

That's right!

The chef, whose pride had been wounded twice, had decided to first teach this heartless and ungrateful wife a lesson through physical labor.

The door is locked, there's no way he can escape.

As for that young kindergarten director—

Everyone is waiting in line; no one can escape.