To accompany my daughter, I worked as a chef in the kindergarten

Chapter 6 Are you still pretending to be a bowl of egg fried rice?

Fortunately, Father Ye agreed to help, otherwise I don’t know what I would have done.

Seeing the children hugging their heads and crying without even eating for lunch, the principal will definitely fire him when he comes back!
  Woohoo, I don’t want to lose my first job after graduating from college!
  "Children, Father Ye has promised to come over. We can have egg fried rice right away. Please wait patiently, okay?" Su Qingyin said softly.

"it is good!"

The children who were still crying suddenly became quiet and sat in their seats obediently.

In fact, children are easy to coax. As long as you meet their expectations, they will obey you obediently.

Soon, Ye Chen arrived at the kindergarten, said hello to the guard, and went in smoothly.

"Daddy!"

Ye Xiaonan threw herself into Ye Chen's arms and kissed him on the face.

Ye Chen wiped the rice grains from the corner of her mouth and asked with a smile: "Baby, are you good in the kindergarten?"

"I'm so good! If you don't believe me, ask Sister Qingyin!"

"Dad Ye, you are finally here!"

As if seeing a life-saving straw, Su Qingyin grabbed Ye Chen and said, "When the kids saw the egg fried rice you made for Xiaonan, they insisted on eating it. I really can't help it."

The children sat in rows, with their hands on their chins, looking at Ye Chen eagerly.

No, I should say looking at their egg fried rice!

Ye Chen couldn't help laughing. These children were really cute. He didn't expect that a bowl of egg fried rice could have such an effect.

"Take me to the kitchen, I'll make egg fried rice for them."

"Great, Dad Ye, I'll take you there right now!"

In this way, you can gain a lot of happiness points, right?

I made egg fried rice for my daughter and got fifty happiness points.

There are so many children in the kindergarten, there must be hundreds of points at least, maybe enough for an intermediate lottery!

"Baby, wait here obediently. Daddy will be back soon."

"Can't I come along?"

Ye Xiaonan's face dropped, feeling aggrieved.

Ye Chen said seriously: "No, the kitchen is full of oil fumes, which is not good for your health."

"Then why is dad okay?"

"Because daddy is an adult, it will be fine when you grow up."

Su Qingyin led the way and couldn't help but smile and said, "Dad Ye, you really dote on your daughter."

"My daughter is so cute, who can I spoil if I don't spoil her?"

"That's true."

Su Qingyin nodded. Ye Xiaonan is indeed a very cute child and very well-behaved.

No crying, no fuss, basically no need for the teacher to worry about.

In her memory, Xiaonan only cried once.

A child said something bad about Xiaonan's father, which made her cry.

"Dad Ye, this is the kindergarten kitchen."

The two put on masks and hoods before entering the kitchen.

Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction. Hygiene and safety must be the most important thing when giving food to children.

The kitchen is also very clean, all tools are arranged in an orderly manner, and the floor is polished brightly.

What made him very unhappy was that someone was actually smoking in the kitchen?
  Without saying a word, he stepped forward, grabbed the cigarette butt, and crushed it in the trash can.

"Who asked you to smoke in the kitchen?" The man was smoking vigorously when his cigarette was snatched away, so he was naturally very unhappy.

"Who are you to be so lenient?"

Su Qingyin frowned and fanned the smoke in the air: "Master Wang, who allowed you to smoke here? The kindergarten chef's rules make it very clear that this is not allowed!"

Only then did Wang Gang notice Su Qingyin, and he quickly apologized with a smile: "Ah, Teacher Su, I'm sorry, look at my craving for cigarettes, I can't hold it back, be careful next time, be careful next time!"

He is the newly recruited chef in the kindergarten. It is said that he used to cook in a big hotel.

"Okay, Master Wang, please go out first. Father Ye wants to make egg fried rice for the children!" Su Qingyin's face was cold. She had no good impression of men who smoked.

"Make egg fried rice?" Wang Gang was stunned for a moment: "Who is he? Besides, don't I cook for the children? Why do I still make egg fried rice?"

Even if Su Qingyin didn't say anything, Ye Chen would not save face for him, so he immediately said coldly: "What you cook is called rice? Even dogs won't eat it!"

He had just tasted it in the classroom. The braised cabbage and stir-fried pork were each saltier than the other. He would kill the salt seller. Moreover, the rice was very hard, and it was obvious at a glance that there was not enough cooking time.

"Nonsense! My cute dog ate it!"

"How do you know, are you and your dog the same species?"

"you!"

Wang Gang couldn't keep his face, so he walked over and was about to hit Ye Chen. As soon as he swung his fist out, he was locked tightly by Ye Chen, exerting a slight force, which made him grimace in pain.

Su Qingyin didn't like Wang Gang to begin with. On the day of the interview, he kept talking about things and didn't look like an honest person at all. After doing this, she became even more disgusted with him.

No matter what, when the principal comes back, she must fire Wang Gang!

"Master Wang, your food is too salty, even the children won't like it!"

"Too salty? Impossible!"

Wang Gang picked up a small piece of fried pork with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth.

"Tsk, tsk, isn't this delicious? It's salty and salty just right!"

"You used to work at a roadside stall, right?"

"Nonsense, nonsense, I'm the chef of a big hotel!"

Ye Chen sneered: "Only roadside stalls make the dishes so salty and use excessive seasonings to cover up the staleness of the ingredients. Those chefs eat such dishes every day, and over time they get used to it and can't even notice that the food is not fresh. How salty!"

Cold sweat broke out on Wang Gang's forehead. He used to work at a roadside stall and said that big hotels were just for dignity.

Isn't it more than enough for a chef from a big hotel to work as a chef in a kindergarten?
  As for a roadside stall, it would be too shameless.

He didn't expect that a master would come today and see through his lies right away.

Ye Chen is too lazy to argue with him. There is no substantial evidence and he will refuse to admit it. There is nothing you can do against him.

The key point is that it's not necessary. After today, this guy probably won't be able to stay any longer.

The children are still hungry and waiting for me, so the most important thing is to hurry up and make egg fried rice.

Su Qingyin wanted to drive Wang Gang out, but Ye Chen stopped her.

"If you don't want to go out, just stay and see what it means to be a chef."

"Tch, it's not just fried rice with an egg, but you can also fry it into flowers!"

Wang Gang curled his lips in disdain. He really wanted to see what Ye Chen was capable of. How could he be so arrogant just by frying a simple egg fried rice?

Ye Chen took the rice cooker and scraped out the remaining rice.

The rice was steamed too hard, but it came in handy.

Egg fried rice requires harder rice. If it is too soft, it won't taste that good.

His eyes swept over the ingredients placed on the table, and all kinds of information emerged.

(End of this chapter)