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The woman turned her head and glanced at Lin Fan's dusty Wuling Hongguang, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

She subconsciously took two steps to the side and waved her hand in front of her nose, as if afraid of being bothered by the exhaust fumes from the bread truck.

Lin Fan ignored her actions. He opened the car door, went around to the passenger side, picked Tuantuan up, and straightened the collar of her cardigan.

"Good morning, Hao Hao's mom." Several parents, all dressed smartly and covered in designer brands, walked over and greeted the woman.

"Good morning. The roads are really congested today." Hao Hao's mother smiled and smoothed her hair, her posture perfectly poised.

"Hao Hao's mom, what is that your driver carrying? It's making quite a fuss."

A mother wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked at the three-layer insulated box with envy in her voice.

Hao Hao's mother glanced at the box in the driver's hand, her tone revealing an undisguised sense of superiority:

"Haohao is a picky eater; he's used to the French desserts at the Grand Hyatt Hotel."

"The kindergarten requires us to bring homemade food, so I specifically asked the executive chef at the Grand Hyatt to prepare the ingredients for black truffle macarons. I took them home and baked them in the oven myself. So you could say I made them myself. After all, you can't be careless when it comes to things that children put in their mouths."

"Hao Hao's mom really puts in the effort." Several parents immediately echoed the praise, while subtly criticizing the other parent. After all, most of the parents whose children attend this kindergarten have seen a bit of the world.

The Grand Hyatt's black truffle macarons? That's the standard for entertaining foreign guests. It's not something an ordinary family can afford.

On the other side, Lin Fan, holding Tuan Tuan's hand and carrying an ordinary canvas bag, walked past the group of parents with an expressionless face.

The classroom for Class 2 is at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

The classroom was covered with thick foam mats and decorated very warmly. The homeroom teacher, Ms. Liu, was standing at the door greeting parents.

"Good morning, Tuantuan. Tuantuan's dad is here too, please come in." Teacher Liu greeted them with a smile.

"Good morning, Teacher Liu." Lin Fan nodded and led Tuantuan inside.

A dozen or so parents had already arrived in the classroom. The adults gathered in twos and threes, drinking water and chatting from paper cups.

The male parents were talking about which golf course had just had its turf replaced, while the female parents were talking about which bag had been released in a limited edition.

Lin Fan found a corner to sit in against the wall. He didn't plan to force himself into these groups. Tuan Tuan, on the other hand, wasn't shy at all. She put down her little backpack and ran to the building block area to play with other children.

A short while later, Hao Hao's mother and the other parents also entered the classroom.

The moment the huge three-layer insulated cake box was placed on the long table in the middle of the classroom, it immediately attracted the attention of all the parents in the class.

At Hao Hao's mother's instruction, the box was opened. Inside were three layers of exquisitely crafted pastries.

The top layer consists of brightly colored macarons, the middle layer consists of fondant cakes shaped like roses, and the bottom layer consists of a neat row of butter cookies.

The air was immediately filled with a rich, sweet aroma of vanilla extract and butter.

"This is so professional."

"Hao Hao's mom, your cooking is amazing!"

Other parents also took out the food they had prepared and placed it on the long table.

There are bird's nest pastries made by private chefs, high-end raw chocolate imported from Japan, and the worst is chilled mousse bought from a local high-end bakery.

The long table was piled high with colorful and beautifully packaged food, turning a kindergarten sharing event into a mini celebrity buffet.

Lin Fan sat in the corner, listening to the various compliments from the parents around him without expression. He knew very well that this event, ostensibly a food sharing session at a private kindergarten, was actually just a place for parents to secretly compete with each other.

But he didn't point it out; he simply took out the ordinary glass food container and placed it on the small round table in front of him.

Inside the glass box, a few slightly golden-brown animal biscuits lay quietly, appearing very meager and shabby in this "food sharing" event where prices often reach hundreds or thousands of dollars.

Hao Hao's mother came over with a glass of warm water and sat down in the empty chair next to Lin Fan.

She glanced at the glass box on Lin Fan's desk, then looked him up and down at the unremarkable black jacket he was wearing.

"Tuantuan's dad," Hao Hao's mom put down her water glass and spoke in a seemingly caring but actually condescending tone, "Is the housekeeper usually the one cooking for you?"

"Do it yourself." Lin Fan said calmly, his gaze fixed on his daughter playing with building blocks in the distance.

Hao Hao's mother said "Oh," a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. Her gaze returned to the glass food container.

"Tuantuan's dad, is this all you brought?"

Hao Hao's mother pointed to the glass box, her smile somewhat forced, as if to hide her embarrassment, "This is... a pancake I made myself at home in a frying pan?"

Lin Fan turned to look at her, his tone unreadable: "They're cookies. Baked for the kids."

"Kids these days are so picky about food; they won't even touch ordinary things."

Hao Hao's mother shook her head, adopting a posture of imparting parenting experience.

"You might not usually pay attention. These days, the flour and eggs on the market have excessive pesticide residues and hormones. You can't skimp on the things your child puts in their body. My Hao Hao won't even smell anything that isn't certified organic or imported. And these cookies of yours... they're not baked quite right, the color is so dark."

Lin Fan looked away, not responding to her words, but simply pushed the glass box forward.

Hao Hao's mother felt like she had punched a cotton ball. She pouted in dissatisfaction and turned back to chat with other parents about afternoon tea at the Grand Hyatt Hotel.

At 9:30 a.m., the sharing session officially began.

Teacher Liu clapped her hands: "Children, please go back to your seats. Many parents brought delicious food today. Let's line up, take our little plates, and go to the sharing table to choose our favorite food, okay?"

"Okay!" the children answered in unison.

The parents moved to the sides of the classroom. The children lined up in front of the long table, each holding a small plastic plate.

Hao Hao stood at the front. He proudly pointed to the three-tiered box in the middle: "This is what my mom brought! It has black truffle macarons inside!"

Teacher Liu smiled and picked up a macaron for him, placing it on his plate.

The other children followed suit, and soon, most of the French desserts that Hao Hao's mother brought were gone.

The delicious snacks brought by other parents were also very popular.

Tuan Tuan was at the very back of the line.

She carried the empty plate to the long table, glanced at the colorful cakes and chocolates, and shook her head.

"Tuantuan, don't you like any?" Teacher Liu asked, bending down.

Tuantuan turned around, looked around the classroom, and ran straight to the corner where Lin Fan was sitting.

"I want to eat Daddy's cookies," Tuantuan said, pointing to the glass box on the table.

The classroom fell silent for a moment after those words were spoken.

Several parents who were watching their children eat desserts turned their attention to Lin Fan's corner.