Almighty Star Daddy

In the classroom of the second class of Golden Sun Kindergarten, a long table is neatly arranged. Parents and children enter the classroom one after another and find their own place according to the name written on the upper right corner of the table.

Han Mo also walked into the kindergarten early with the materials and tools needed for baking and took Xuanxuan's little hand into the kindergarten. Ding Rou stood at the school gate to greet the parents, smiling and greeting every child kindly.

The classroom layout is very warm. There are special chefs in the kindergarten who are in charge of Chinese food and western pastries. In today's baking class, the chef cooperates with the head teacher to teach parents and children.

Ding Rou distributed the tools and the required materials to each table. The distributed tools were very complete, and there was basically no need for parents to prepare anything. Han Mo repeated it for emergencies. He put his own things under the table. .

It's all extra stuff that I bring, can't I use it? Wang Xiaohu's mother was just behind Han Mo's side. Seeing him put the things he brought under the table, she snickered in her heart. She guessed that Han Mo must be even baking. I don't know anything, I can't use any of the things I brought, and continued to whisper, Being a father, I don't do much work at home, so how can I make cookies.

Han Mo heard but did not speak. Leyan's mother at the table next to them glanced at Han Mo and whispered, You can ask me for help if 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 fathers in the family were very self-aware and avoided directly. There was only Han Mo, the male parent in the whole room, and it was not so conspicuous at first, but Wang Xiaohu's mother spoke a little loudly, and the other parents also heard it and cast their votes to Han Mo. Come to sympathetic eyes.

It is said that it is a parent-child class, but for something as tedious as making cookies, it is quite well-behaved for children to not make trouble, and it is almost impossible to expect them to help.

Han Mo listened carefully to the pastry chef's explanation. The worried little guy who had been standing beside him gently tugged at the corner of his father's shirt, Dad, you can do it, right? I was also worried about my father in my heart. Although my father can do everything, he really never made biscuits.

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, not knowing that the little guy had been worried that he would fail, he smiled dotingly, and said confidently, Don't worry, we won't let Xuan Xuan down.

Xuanxuan stood on tiptoe and whispered, As long as it's not the worst. After speaking, she glanced at the surrounding children.

Han Mo knew that although Xuanxuan was small, she had a good face. If the worst of the class always had a dull face, the children's self-esteem would not be hurt.

Han Mo swiped Xuanxuan's small nose with the back of his hand. He didn't make any promises with the child, but he was still very confident, and he would definitely not be the worst in the class. He tried many times last night, although online The amount of the recipe and the pastry chef are not exactly the same, but this kind of thing is perfect.

He succeeded when he tried it for the first time yesterday, but in order to make the taste and appearance better, he practiced a few more times, and he didn't sleep until he finally reached his expectations, so he was very confident today.

Han Mo listened more seriously. Sitting behind him were Wang Xiaohu's mother and son and Zhang Mengmeng's mother and daughter, and the two mothers were talking quietly.

Dad Xuanxuan listened very seriously and looked very attentive.

Oh, no matter how hard you try, it's useless. Men are not good at doing this. My child's father can't even cook noodles or make biscuits. Men are about the same, and it's not much better.

Well, yes.

The biscuits have been made in the advanced stage. Han Mo pushed the kneaded dough into a pancake with a rolling pin. The teacher just distributed a lot of small tools, including small animal pattern molds and chocolate paintbrushes of various colors. You can draw some on the biscuits. Pattern, but it is very complicated to operate. Most parents give up this step, and only a few parents are ready to spend some small lace and the like with the mentality of trying.

The little guy kept his eyes open and watched his father busy, and she looked at the mothers of the children around her. Although they were all in the final stage like their father, the steps of looking at their father were much more complicated. Other mothers were Use the mold to directly press out the patterns, but Dad seems 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 made became more three-dimensional and had more patterns.

Because the kindergarten uses a large oven, not a small oven at home, the West Point teacher stipulates a uniform thickness of the biscuits. Within this thickness range, the biscuits will not be sticky, which also tests the little skills when making biscuits.

Some parents have already finished making them, and the pastry chef and Ding Rou helped to send the finished biscuits to the oven room.

Han Mo has long thought about what kind of biscuits he wants to make. Although his steps are the most complicated, he is not slow at all.

Ding Rou walked to Han Mo's table and took the baking tray. There were neatly arranged rows of small animals, flowers and small trees. She couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise, Dad Xuanxuan, this is this. What did you do?

Han Mo smiled.

Of course Ding Rou knew that Xuanxuan's father must have done it, but she was shocked when she saw it at first sight. She was worried that Xuanxuan's father would not be able to submit even a piece of work in the end. Unique.

All the biscuits have been put into the oven, and the rest is waiting time. Parents who know each other chat, and of course the topic of discussion is the biscuits made today.

Wang Xiaohu's mother took the initiative to come over and said carelessly, Dad Xuanxuan just saw that you also submitted your work, it's not easy. But the front of this biscuit is a foreshadowing, and you can see if it's done well when the finished product is delivered. I heard that we have to take these biscuits back, it's okay, yours failed, I will give you a little of mine and give it to the children.

Han Mo did not speak, but smiled and said thank you.

Mengmeng is Xuanxuan's good friend. The two little girls play with the rest of the dough. After Mengmeng heard what Wang Xiaohu's mother said, she kindly said to Xuanxuan, Xuanxuan, eat my biscuits later, I Mom is good at making cookies.

Xuan Xuan kneaded a small dough into a circle, and said happily, No, I have biscuits made by my father.

After a while, pastry chef Ding Rou returned to the classroom. The two of them were pushing a small cart. The top three floors were filled with baking trays, all of which were made by parents and children.

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

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were drawn to the plate of biscuits on the top layer of the cart. The biscuits in the other plates were either burnt and pale black, or remained yellowish in color, nothing new. Only the cookies on one plate were made into cute patterns, blue whales, pink kittens, yellow little people, colorful flowers, and green pine trees.

Mother Xiaohu, did you do this? Mama Leyan asked back.

Wang Xiaohu's mother looked surprised, This, this, how can I do it?

Everyone was asking each other, whose work is this, Mr. Ding Rou smiled and said softly, This is the biscuits made by Xuanxuan's father.

One can imagine how surprised the mothers were, and Xiaohu's mother even stared at it, so surprised that she couldn't even say a word.

Dad Xuan Xuan, how did you make it, and how did you make the little green pine tree?

Yes, Xuanxuan's father will tell us about it, and we will do it when we go back.

Moms, you asked me every word, and it was all about the process of making cookies. Han Mo specially downloaded the software for making pastries the night before, and it was full of methods for making cookies and cakes. He recommended this software to everyone, and told them that everything they made was included, and it was not difficult.

Ding Rou prepared a lot of beautiful cookie boxes. She helped the children pack up their biscuits, handed them to everyone, and wrote their names on colorful cartoon stickers.

Xuanxuan just got her own biscuits, she couldn't wait to take out a piece and put it in her mouth. She tasted it happily, and when she raised her head, she suddenly found that the children were all looking at her.

Wang Xiaohu swallowed, Can Xuanxuan give me one of your biscuits?

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

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

Mengmeng is her good friend, of course she can't refuse, Xuan Xuan took out another biscuit and handed it to Zhang Mengmeng.

The other children also looked at the biscuit box in Xuanxuan's hand, and no one paid attention to whether the biscuit made by their mother was installed by the teacher.

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

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

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

Xiaohu's mother stood at the door and saw Han Mo's father and daughter come out. She still remembered the purchase of books in the supermarket yesterday, and said in a loud voice, Dad Xuanxuan, why didn't you buy the book yesterday, even if you don't buy The Frog Prince, But Little Red Riding Hood must be bought, go home and educate your children, this is common sense of safety. Her voice was loud.

Ding Rou was standing 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 him, so he stood down and didn't leave directly.

Xiaohu's mother began to talk about her experience of reading books again, You may not have read it yet, let me tell you briefly, it was a little girl who went to deliver cakes to her grandma, and she met a big bad wolf on the way... ' She started chattering as soon as the chatterbox opened.

At first, Ding Rou just saw Han Mo's indifferent reaction, and didn't want to talk too much, but then she couldn't listen anymore, and whispered in the ear of Xiaohu's mother, Actually, Xuanxuan's father is a horse rider, Little Red Riding Hood and The Frog Prince It's all drawn by him.

Xiaohu's mother was stunned for a moment, her unfinished words stuck in her mouth, and she turned back suddenly to look at Ding Rou.

Ding Rou nodded affirmatively.

The little tiger mother's expression froze on her face, and she looked at Han Mo awkwardly.

Han Mo did not deny or speak.