Chapter 58

Long tables are neatly placed in the classroom of class 2 of golden sun kindergarten. Parents and children enter the classroom one after another and find their own position according to the name written in the upper right corner of the table.

Han Mo also walked into the kindergarten early with the materials and tools needed for baking, holding Xuanxuan's small hand. Ding Rou stood at the school gate to meet the parents and greeted each child with a smile.

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

Ding Rou sent the tools and materials to each table. The tools distributed were complete. There was basically no need for parents to prepare anything. Han Mo repeated it in case of need. He put his things under the table.

"What you bring is superfluous. Can't you use it?" Wang Xiaohu's mother happened to be behind Han Mo's side. When she saw that he put the things he brought under the table, she secretly laughed. She guessed that Han Mo must not even know what baking is and can't use the things he brought. She continued to whisper, "being a father, you don't do much work at home. How can you make cookies."

Han Mo heard and didn't speak. His mother Leyan at their adjacent table looked at Han Mo and whispered, "you can ask me for help later."

Han Mo smiled politely.

Because parents know in advance that today's parent-child class is baking class and making cookies. The father at home was very self-conscious and avoided it directly. Han Mo was the only male parent in the whole room. At first, it was not so conspicuous, but Wang Xiaohu's mother spoke loudly. Other parents heard it and threw sympathetic eyes at Han Mo one after another.

It's said to be a parent-child class, but it's quite clever for children not to make trouble for such complicated things as making cookies, and it's almost impossible to expect their help.

Han Mo listened carefully to master Xi Dian's explanation. The worried little guy standing next to him gently pulled his father's clothes, "Dad, you can do it, right?" After listening to her classmates' mother's comments, Xuanxuan was worried about her father. Although her father could do anything, she really didn't make cookies.

Han Mo was stunned for a moment. He didn't know that the little guy had been worried about his failure. He spoiled his smile and said confidently, "don't worry, we won't let Xuanxuan down."

Xuanxuan tiptoed and whispered, "as long as it's not the worst." Then Gu Lingjing glanced at the children around him.

Han Mo knows that although Xuanxuan is small, she has good face. If the worst in the class is always shameless, the children's self-esteem can't be hurt.

Han Mo swept Xuanxuan's upturned little nose with the back of his hand and didn't guarantee with the children, but he was still very confident that he would not be the worst in the class. He tried many times last night. Although the prescription on the Internet was not exactly the same as that said by master Xi Dian in terms of dosage, this kind of thing has everything.

He succeeded in his first attempt yesterday, but he practiced several times in order to make the taste and appearance better. He didn't sleep until he finally met his expectations, so he has a bottom in his heart today.

Han Mo listened carefully. Behind him were Wang Xiaohu's mother and son and Zhang Mengmeng's mother and daughter. The two mothers whispered.

"Xuanxuan's father listened carefully and looked very attentive."

"Oh, it's no use trying again. Men are not good at doing this. My child's father can't even cook noodles and make cookies. Men are almost the same. It's no better."

"Well, you too."

The biscuit has been made to a later stage. Han Mo pushes the kneaded dough into a pancake with a rolling pin. The teacher just distributed a lot of gadgets, including molds with small animal patterns and chocolate brushes of various colors. You can draw some patterns on the biscuit, but the operation is very complex. Most parents gave up this step, Only a few parents are ready to spend some lace with a try mentality.

The little guy has been watching his father busy with big eyes. She looked at the mothers of the children around her. Although they are in the final stage like his father, the steps to look at his father are much more cumbersome. Other mothers use molds to directly press out patterns, but it seems that his father has other operations.

Xuanxuan asked in surprise, "Dad, are you drawing?"

Han Mo made several common colors with powdered sugar and kneaded small dough of different colors. The pattern he made became more three-dimensional and varied.

Because the kindergarten uses a large oven, not a small household oven, the West Point teacher stipulates the unified thickness of biscuits. Within this thickness range, biscuits will not paste, which also tests the skills in making biscuits.

Some parents have finished, and the pastry master and Ding Rou help to send the biscuits to the oven.

Han Mo has long conceived what kind of biscuits he wants to make. Although his steps are the most cumbersome, they are not slow at all.

Ding Rou went to Han Mo's table and took over the baking tray. There were rows of vivid animals, flowers and small trees in different shapes on it. She couldn't help staring in surprise, "Dad Xuanxuan, did you do this?"

Han Mo smiled.

Of course Ding Rou knew that Xuanxuan's father must have done it, but she was surprised at the first sight. Originally, she was worried that Xuanxuan's father would not be able to hand in a work in the end. Unexpectedly, it was so different not only.

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

Wang Xiaohu's mother came over and said carelessly, "Xuanxuan's father just saw that you also handed in your work. It's really not easy. However, the front of the biscuit is paved. Only when the finished product is brought out can we see whether it is well done. It's said that we have to take these cookies back. It's all right. Your cookies have failed. I'll give you some of mine later and give them to the children. "

Han Mo didn't speak and smiled to express his thanks.

Mengmeng is a good friend of Xuanxuan. The two girls play with the rest of the dough together. After hearing what Wang Xiaohu's mother said, Mengmeng kindly said to Xuanxuan, "Xuanxuan, you can eat my cookies later. My mother is good at making cookies."

Xuanxuan kneaded a small dough into a circle and said happily, "no, I have cookies made by my father."

After a while, Ding Rou and master West Point returned to the classroom. They pushed a cart respectively. The upper three floors were filled with baking plates, all of which were biscuits made by parents and children.

Everyone gathered around and looked for their own biscuits. Although they boasted that they often made them at home, they didn't know what they could do today.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were attracted by a plate of biscuits on the top of the cart. The biscuits on other plates were either burnt and light black, or kept a yellowish color, which was nothing new. Only one plate of cookies were made into lovely patterns, blue whales, pink kittens, yellow little people, colored flowers and green pine trees.

"Mother tiger, did you do this?" Yueyan's mother looked back and asked.

Mother Wang Xiaohu looked surprised, "this, this, how can I do it?"

Everyone is asking each other whose work this is. Teacher Ding Rou smiled and whispered, "this is the biscuit made by Xuanxuan's father."

It can be imagined how surprised the mothers were. Little tiger's mother stared round and couldn't even say a word.

"Dad Xuanxuan, how did you make it? How did you make the little green pine?"

"Yes, Xuanxuan's father told us, and we'll do it when we go back."

Mom, you asked me one by one. It was all about the making process of biscuits. Han Mo specially downloaded the software for making pastries the night before, which was full of methods for making biscuits and cakes. He recommended the software to everyone and told them that it was not difficult to do everything.

Ding Rou prepared many beautiful biscuit boxes. She helped the children pack their biscuits and handed them to everyone, and the names were written on color cartoon stickers.

Xuanxuan just got her own biscuit. She couldn't wait to put one into her mouth and tasted it happily. She looked up and suddenly found that the children were looking at her.

Wang Xiaohu swallowed his mouth. "Can Xuanxuan give me one of your biscuits?"

Xuanxuan is not a stingy child. She takes out a biscuit and gives it to Wang Xiaohu.

Zhang Mengmeng quietly walked up to Xuanxuan and whispered, "can you give me one too?"

Mengmeng is her good friend. Of course, she can't refuse. Xuanxuan took out another cookie and handed it to Zhang Mengmeng.

Other children also looked at the biscuit box in Xuanxuan's hand. No one paid attention to whether the biscuits made by their mother were packed by the teacher. Anyway, as long as they can eat a piece of Xuanxuan's biscuit, they can exchange it with a box of biscuits.

Xuanxuan hugged the box in her arms and whispered reluctantly, "well, you can only eat one piece."

In the blink of an eye, the originally full biscuit box was empty, and there was only a biscuit lying alone under the box

At 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 send the children. Xuanxuan was always very unhappy because her father only ate one biscuit and gave the last one to teacher Ding. The little guy didn't say it. He was very unhappy.

Little tiger's mother stood at the door and saw Han Mo's father and daughter come out. She remembered buying books in the supermarket yesterday and said in a loud voice, "Dad Xuanxuan, why didn't you buy yesterday's book? Even if you don't buy the frog prince, you must buy little red riding hood. Go home and educate your children. This is common sense of safety." She has a loud voice.

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

Han Mo didn't speak. After all, people were talking to him. He stood down and didn't leave directly.

Mother tiger began to talk about her reading experience again. "You may not have seen it yet. I'll tell you briefly. It's a little girl who went to give grandma a cake. As a result, she met a big gray wolf on the way..." she opened her chatterbox and began to chatter.

At first, Ding Rou just looked at Han Mo and didn't want to talk much, but later she couldn't listen. She whispered in Xiaohu's mother's ear, "in fact, Xuanxuan's father is the Royal knight. He painted Little Red Riding Hood and frog prince."

Mother tiger was stunned. Before she finished, she stuck her words in her mouth and suddenly looked back at Ding rou.

Ding Rou nodded affirmatively.

Little tiger mother's expression stiffened on her face and looked at Han Mo awkwardly.

Han Mo neither denied nor spoke.