Parents Are Panicking About Building A Vocational And Technical College For Children

"Teacher Lin, Teacher Lin...I can also make dumplings..."

The limelight cannot be left to Lin Yuhang alone. They want praise, and they also want little red flowers.

When school was over, my parents came to pick me up. When they saw the little red flower on my forehead, they couldn't help but praise me.

The remaining nine children, without exception, rushed to make dumplings.

If every child could have this enthusiasm every day, it would be easy to build an early childhood vocational and technical college.

You don’t have to worry about it yourself.

"Okay, okay, you guys make dumplings too. Let's compete to see who can make dumplings the fastest and the best."

Lin Jinran was happy.

It’s off to a good start, at least the kids like it so far.

My job has been saved by 1%, and the next step is up to the director.

If this momentum can be maintained, Lebaby will definitely be able to carve out a niche in preschool education.

"Great!!!"

With a loud scream, the nine children dispersed, ran out to move stools, and then ran back in a hurry.

His movements were neat and uniform, and he did not give in to Jiang Che, a professional pastry master.

Seeing the children making dumplings with style, Jiang Che knew that the situation was stable.

With the blessing of the divine talisman of understanding and defying heaven, it is equivalent to giving every child a blessing.

When more than a hundred children are cheating together, it will be exciting to imagine the scene.

Once they enter the state, the children look focused and ignore what is going on outside the window...

Little did they know, their extraordinary performance had already been noticed by a group of experts and old professors who hurried over.

At first glance, they felt angry.

What a bullshit kindergarten that lets children cook and employs child labor, which is against the law.

At second glance, they were shocked.

Each of the children is so skillful that it makes people feel distressed, and their movements are very precise. They are not inferior to the pastry chefs in five-star hotels outside.

The third time, they cried.

Pots of hot dumplings exude an enticing aroma.

Fragrant, so fragrant.

How could there be such delicious dumplings?

Feng Tang is in his seventies this year. He is a true northerner. Dumplings are indispensable at home during the holidays.

He also likes eating dumplings very much.

Since arriving in the south, eating dumplings has not been popular in Moyang City due to different customs in different places.

Delicious dumpling restaurants are even rarer.

He hadn't smelled such authentic dumplings in years.

It's the smell of my mother in childhood.

...

"Mom, why are you here?"

Lin Yuhang had just finished showing off his masterpiece in front of the principal, when he turned around and saw his mother's smiling face outside the glass.

Is it just that mom is so weird, laughing and crying at the same time?

"I...I came to see you. Do you miss your mother?"

Zhou Qing couldn't hide his excitement when he saw that his baby had made a large plate of dumplings, each of which was prettier than his own.

Le Baobao's principal wanted to build a vocational and technical college for children. She heard from Yuhang's father on the way here.

She thought it was just a small fight and didn't pay much attention to it. As long as Yuhang was willing to eat, she would not object even if the principal said he wanted to build an outer space aircraft carrier group.

"Think...?"

Lin Yuhang thought for a while and asked tentatively.

"You kid, you are so heartless."

Zhou Qing was angry and funny.

Jiang Che and Lin Jinran were also surprised when they saw a group of people suddenly appear outside the door.

"Director, Lin Yuhang's mother brought a group of experts and professors over for investigation..."

Teacher Liu, who was standing on the edge of the crowd, took the initiative to introduce.

"Expert professor?"

Jiang Che asked confused.

"Hello, Director Jiang, I am Yuhang's mother, and I am also a doctor of gastroenterology."

“These are experts and professors in the field of gastroenterology around me.”

"This morning during the anorexia seminar, we happened to watch a video of Yuhang showing off three large bowls of dumplings. We were deeply shocked."

"Domestic authoritative expert in gastroenterology, Professor Feng Tang and Feng Lao of Union Medical College, decided to lead a team to investigate and asked Director Jiang to give his advice."

"Can you tell us what method you used to make Yuhang eat three big bowls?"

Zhou Qing explained his intention to Jiang Che.

Jiang Che didn't expect that a bowl of dumplings could be so powerful that it would bring together the industry leaders of gastroenterology.

"I'm serious. I don't dare to teach you. Please come here and we'll go to the office to chat."

Making a gesture of invitation, Jiang Che remained calm even in the face of a crowd of authorities.

They didn't swell up because of a bowl of dumplings, nor did they grovel because their status was lower than theirs.

Now he is a wall hanging, no one is afraid of him.

The young principal is neither impatient nor impatient. Feng Tang is very satisfied with Jiang Che's performance. In the past, when others heard his name and identity, their faces immediately changed, making them sick to watch.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the office and talk." As the team leader, Feng Tang naturally had to stand up and show his face after being introduced.

Otherwise, it is disrespectful to the other party.

"However, Director Jiang, I still have something to ask for."

Feng Tang said with a smile.

"Mr. Feng, please tell me."

When they first met, Jiang Che didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling. He was just a kindergarten principal. How could he help him as a famous professor of Union Medical College?

Union Medical College is one of the top medical schools in the country.

"It's not a big deal, just, can you give us a plate of dumplings?"