Almighty Star Daddy

  The classroom of the second class of the Golden Sun Kindergarten is neatly arranged with long tables. Parents and children walk into the classroom one after another and find their place according to the name written on the upper right corner of the table.

  Han Mo also walked into the kindergarten early with Xuan Xuan's little hand with the materials and tools needed for baking. Ding Rou stood at the school gate to greet the parents and greeted each child kindly with a smile.

  The layout of the classroom is very warm. There are special chefs in the kindergarten who are responsible for Chinese food and pastry. Today’s baking class has the master and the teacher in charge to teach parents and children.

Ding Rou sent the tools and required materials to each table. The tools were very complete. Parents basically didn’t need to prepare anything. Han Mo was prepared for emergency, so he repeated it. He put his own things under the table. .

"They are all extra things, don't you need them?" Wang Xiaohu's mother was just behind Han Mo. When she saw him put the things he brought under the table, she laughed in her heart. She guessed that Han Mo must even bake. I don’t know anything, I don’t need anything I bring, and continue to whisper, “Being a father, I don’t do much work at home, so how can I make biscuits.”

  Han Mo heard nothing. Le Yan’s mother at the table next to them glanced at Han Mo and whispered, “You can ask me for help whenever you need it.”

  Han Mo smiled politely.

  Because parents know in advance that today’s parent-child class is a baking class, making cookies. The father at home was very self-aware and avoided it directly. There was only one male parent, Han Mo, in the whole room. It was not so conspicuous at first, but Wang Xiaohu’s mother spoke a little loudly, and other parents heard it, and they all turned to Han Mo. Come with sympathetic eyes.

   said it was a parent-child class, but for such a tedious thing as making biscuits, it’s already pretty clever for children to not make trouble, and it’s almost impossible to expect them to help.

Han Mo listened carefully to the explanation from the pastry chef, and the worried little guy who had been standing beside gently pulled the corner of his father's clothes, "Dad, you can do it, right?" After listening to the classmate's mother, Xuan Xuan Xiao Xiao's heart is also worried about Dad. Although Dad knows everything, he really hasn't made biscuits.

  Han Mo was stunned for a moment. He didn’t know that the little guy had been worried that he would fail. He smiled indulgently, and said confidently, “Don’t worry, we will definitely not be disappointed by Xuanxuan.”

  Xuan Xuan stood on her toes and whispered, "As long as it's not the worst." After speaking, she glanced at the children around her eyes strangely.

  Han Mo knows that although Xuan Xuan is young, she still has a good face. If the worst in the class is always a blank face, the self-esteem of the children can not be sad.

Han Mo swept Xia Xuan Xuan’s small nose with the back of his hand. He didn’t pack a ticket with the child, but he was still very confident. He would definitely not be the worst in the class. He tried many times last night, even though it was online. The prescription and the pastry chef said that the dosage is not exactly the same, but this kind of thing is perfect.

  The first time he tried yesterday, he succeeded, but in order to make the taste and appearance better, he practiced several times, and finally reached his expectations before going to bed, so he has a deep heart today.

  Han Mo listened more earnestly. Sitting behind him were Wang Xiaohu's mother and her son and Zhang Mengmeng's mother and daughter, and the two mothers whispered.

   "Daddy Xuan Xuan listened carefully, and looked at it with great care."

   "Oh, no matter how hard you are, it's useless. Men are not good at doing this. My child's father doesn't even know how to cook noodles and makes biscuits. Men are almost the same, but it's not much better."

   "Yeah, too."

The biscuits have been made to the later stage. Han Mo pushes the kneaded dough into a pancake with a rolling pin. The teacher just distributed a lot of small tools, including molds with small animal patterns, and chocolate brushes of various colors. You can draw some on the biscuits. Pattern, but the operation is very complicated, most parents give up this step, only a few parents with the mentality of trying to prepare to spend some small lace or the like.

The little guy kept watching his father busy with his eyes wide open. She looked at the mothers of the children around her. Although they were in the final stage like her father, the steps to watch her father were much more cumbersome. Other mothers were all I used the mold to directly press out the patterns, but my father seemed to have other operations.

   Xuan Xuan asked in surprise, "Dad, are you painting?"

  Han Mo made several commonly used colors with powdered sugar and kneaded small doughs of different colors. The patterns he created became more three-dimensional and more patterns.

  Because the kindergarten uses a large oven, not a small home oven, the West Point teacher stipulated the uniform thickness of the biscuits. Within this thickness range, the biscuits will not stick. This also tests the small skills in making biscuits.

  Some parents have already done it. Pastry chef and Ding Rou helped send the finished biscuits to the oven room.

  Han Mo had already conceived what kind of biscuits he would make. Although his steps were the most cumbersome, he was not slow at all.

Ding Rou walked to Han Mo’s table, took the baking tray, neatly arranged rows of small animals, flowers and small trees, her eyes widened in surprise, "Daddy Xuan Xuan, this is what Did you do it?"

  Han Mo smiled.

Of course Ding Rou knew that Dad Xuan Xuan must have done it, but she was shocked when she first saw it. She was worried that Dad Xuan Xuan would not even be able to hand over a piece of work in the end, but she didn’t expect that not only did she hand it in, it would still be the case. Out of the ordinary.

  All the biscuits have been in the oven, and the rest is waiting time. Parents who know each other are chatting, and of course the topics discussed are all the biscuits made today.

Wang Xiaohu's mother took the initiative to come over and said carelessly, "Daddy Xuan Xuan just saw that you also handed in the work. It's really not easy. But the front of this biscuit is padded, and the finished product can only be seen if it is done well. I heard that we have to take these biscuits back. It’s okay. You have failed. I will give you a little bit of my share for your children to taste."

  Han Mo didn't speak, he smiled and thanked him.

Mengmeng is Xuanxuan’s good friend. The two little girls play with the remaining dough together. After Mengmeng heard what Wang Xiaohu’s mother said, she kindly said to Xuanxuan, "Xuanxuan, you will eat my biscuits later, I Mom is good at making biscuits."

  Xuan Xuan knead a small dough into a circle, and said happily, "No, I have biscuits made by dad."

  After a while, the pastry chef Ding Ruanhuang returned to the classroom. The two people pushed a small cart. The upper three floors were filled with baking trays, all parents and children made biscuits together.

  Everyone gathered around, looking for their own biscuits. Although they boasted that they often make them at home, no one knew what they could make today.

  Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted by the plate of biscuits on the top of the cart. The biscuits on the other plates were either burnt and glowing with a faint black color, or they kept the yellowish color, nothing new. Only the biscuits on one plate are made into cute patterns, blue whales, pink kittens, yellow little people, colorful flowers, and green little pine trees.

   "Little Tiger, did you do this?" Leyan's mother asked back.

  Wang Xiaohu’s mother looked surprised, "This, this, how can I do it."

  Everyone is asking each other, whose work is this, Teacher Ding Rou smiled and said softly, “These are the cookies made by Dad Xuan Xuan.”

  One can imagine how surprised the mothers are. Mother Xiaohu's eyes are even more round, and she can't even speak in surprise.

   "How did you make Xuan Xuan, father, how did you make the little green pine tree?"

   "Yes, Dad Xuan Xuan will tell us about it, and we will do it when we go back."

  Mom, you said every word and I asked each other. They were all around the biscuit making process. Han Mo deliberately downloaded the pastry making software the night before, which contains all the methods for making biscuit cakes. He recommended this software to everyone, and told them that they have all the things they made, it's not difficult.

  Ding Rou prepared a lot of beautiful cookie boxes. She helped the children pack up their biscuits and handed them to everyone's hands. The name was written on colorful cartoon stickers.

  Xuan Xuan just got her own biscuit, she couldn't wait to take out a piece of biscuits and put it in her mouth, tasting it deliciously, she raised her head and suddenly found that the children were watching her.

  Wang Xiaohu swallowed his saliva, "Xuan Xuan can give me one of your cookies?"

Xuan Xuan is not a stingy child, she took out a biscuit and handed it to Wang Xiaohu.

  Zhang Mengmeng quietly walked to Xuan Xuan's side and whispered, "Can you give me a piece too?"

  Mengmeng is her good friend, of course I can’t refuse, Xuan Xuan took out a biscuit and handed me Zhang Mengmeng.

  Other children also looked at the biscuit box in Xuan Xuan's hand eagerly. No one cares whether the biscuits made by her mother were filled by the teacher. Anyway, as long as they can eat one of Xuan Xuan’s biscuits, they can exchange it with a box of biscuits.

  Xuan Xuan hugged the box in her arms tightly, and reluctantly whispered, "Then, then you can only eat one piece."

  In the blink of an eye, the original full biscuit box was empty, and there was only a lone biscuit lying under the box...

The public class was over and the afternoon was off. The children left the school with their mothers. Ding Rou stood at the gate of the kindergarten to send the children off. Xuan Xuan was always very unhappy because her father only ate one piece of the biscuits she made, and the last one was also given away. It was given to Teacher Ding, but the little guy didn't say anything, and was very upset in his heart.

Xiaohu’s mother stood at the door and saw Han Mo’s father and daughter come out. She still remembered buying books in the supermarket yesterday, and said with her voice, "Daddy Xuan Xuan, why didn’t you buy yesterday’s book? Even if you don’t buy "Prince Frog", But "Little Red Riding Hood" must be bought. Go home and educate the children. This is common sense of safety." Her voice was loud.

   Ding Rou stood behind her, very close. When she spoke, Ding Rou glanced at Han Mo unnaturally.

  Han Mo didn't speak. After all, people were talking to himself, so he stood down and didn't leave directly.

Mother Xiaohu began to talk about her own reading experience again, "You may not have read it yet, I will tell you briefly, it is a little girl who went to give her grandma a cake, but met a big bad wolf halfway... "She opened her chattering box and started chattering.

At first, Ding Rou just watched Han Mo's reaction indifferently, and didn't want to talk too much, but then she couldn't listen anymore, and whispered in the ears of Little Tiger's mother, "Actually, Xuan Xuan's father is the horse knight, "Little Red Riding Hood" and "The Frog Prince." He painted them all."

  Little Tiger’s mother was taken aback, and her words remained in her mouth before she finished speaking, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Ding Rou.

Ding Rou nodded affirmatively.

  Little Tiger Mom's expression froze on her face, and she looked at Han Mo in embarrassment.

  Han Mo did not deny or speak.