God of Cooking Dad: Spoil his daughter to heaven

"Hello, Teacher Ye, I'm going to trouble you again."

As soon as he came to the school gate and showed his parent card, Qin Mo entered the campus.

Obviously, the school has already issued a notice to the security guard.

"Xinxin's father, you are the only one missing, I will take you there."

After Qin Mo entered the campus, he went straight to the office of his daughter's head teacher, teacher Ye Yin.

"Miss Ye, do I need to make any preparations?"

Ye Yin stopped and took a real look at Qin Mo for the first time.

I couldn't help but blush on my face.

Unexpectedly, Qin Mo, who had always been dressed in a yellow jacket, now changed into casual clothes.

Coupled with the continuous weight loss, there was an inexplicable aura exuding from him.

Ye Yin knew that this was only found in mature men, and now he added his handsome face.

Just looking at it, I found that my breathing was rapid.

"Ye Yin, whenever you meet a man, you will become nympho, and you are still a divorced man."

Suddenly, Ye Yin froze for a few seconds.

Qin Mo beside her saw the change of expression on her face, and suddenly turned red.

Quickly asked with concern: "Ms. Ye, what's wrong?"

Hearing Qin Mo's call, Ye Yin immediately came to his senses.

He hurriedly covered up his gaffe just now and said, "Ahem, Dad Xinxin, you don't need to prepare anything, just follow me."

Qin Mo, who was already disappointed in his marriage, did not notice Ye Yin's abnormal behavior at all.

"Father Xinxin, I'll take you here, and the rest will be guided by other colleagues."

After taking Qin Mo to the school cafeteria, he handed it over to another colleague.

Ye Yin left. During this process, Qin Mo didn't see his daughter.

"Hello parents, I am the person in charge of this school activity, the principal Shu Zhicheng."

Not long after Qin Mo sat down, a middle-aged man in a gray tunic suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

The temperament of this middle-aged man has already shown that he has been indulging in academic research for a long time.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth to introduce, he was the person in charge of the third elementary school.

"First of all, I would like to express my thanks to the school. I would like to thank all the parents for being able to take time out of their busy schedules to participate in this event. There are not many others. The staff will explain the situation to you later. Thank you again Everyone is coming."

After saying this, Shu Zhicheng greeted everyone and walked outside.

This event is not just for parents.

There is also social concern, and there is a reporter at the scene.

Shu Zhicheng did this to publicize No. [-] Primary School, not only paying attention to students' studies, but also paying attention to extracurricular activities.

"Trust me when I say this, parents get it."

Hearing this, Qin Mo glanced around.

Suddenly, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

There were more than 60 parents participating this time, and what surprised him was that there were parents over 50 years old.

Is this a grandpa-level involvement?

Unable to understand this, Qin Mo followed the staff to his place.

This is a simple stove, and it is still possible to do some simple operations.

Put the materials Qin Mo needs on it.

They are in the lobby on the first floor, and the venue has been cleaned up.

The venue of thousands of square meters can barely accommodate it without delaying everyone's performance.

Qin Mo checked the time, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

This time, the event was made by their participating parents, and the school invited some chefs.

Of course, all the entries are the works of parents, if the chef participates, the meaning of the competition will be lost.

"Okay, everyone can start."

At the beginning, he didn't realize that the hall on the first floor of the cafeteria was already broadcast live.

The audience was on the playground, and on a big screen, they saw the busy figures of these parents.

But there is also a small screen next to it, and all the chefs who are invited are playing here.

These are funded by some parents.

"Come on, Dad!"

Among the thousands of spectators on the playground, there was a pink girl in a school uniform, and the little girl was clenching her fists.

Eyes fixed on the screen, a figure.

This time Qin Mo plans to make both buns and sugar water.

It's just the limitation of the scene, he only wanted to make one kind of steamed stuffed bun this time.

And it's not a product in my bun shop.

The same is true for sugar water, a small pot of sugar water is only a few dozen bowls.

Qin Mo intends to focus on delicious and nourishing food.

Compared with the other big fights, Qin Mo looks elegant,

As long as you knead the dough, it takes a lot of effort.

Qin Mo didn't know that he was different from other parents. At the beginning of the halftime, he had already attracted the attention of an old man sitting in the front row of the playground.

"This is."

The old man couldn't help being surprised when he saw Qin Mo's movements when kneading his dough.

It's a pity that because it was a live broadcast, I didn't see it clearly.

If not everyone was there, he really wanted to go and watch it live.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, parents have already completed the work one after another.

The prepared delicacies were sent to the playground one by one.

Long dining tables have been set up on the spot and spliced ​​together.

The delicacies made by these parents are placed on the dining table, with their names marked on the side.

It is a work of a certain grade, a certain class, and a certain parent.

Compared with other delicacies, it can be prepared in half an hour.

It takes at least one and a half hours for the buns to be baked from the beginning.

For sugar water, Qin Mo also increased the time and boiled it for nine to ten minutes.

Just at 05:30, both were seated.

"Mr. Qin, it's all done."

After seeing Qin Mo stop, a staff member came over immediately.

"Yes!"

Looking at his own work, Qin Mo showed a confident smile.

"These are given to the podium judges."

Qin Mo already knew the rules of the event this time, and I heard that there will be rewards.

What he is referring to now is to prepare the amount for more than a dozen people.

The rest is brought to the dining table above the playground.

"Then invite Mr. Qin to follow me."

Qin Mo was the last one at the scene, so he followed the staff out.

It means that this event starts half an hour earlier.

"It's interesting!"

Looking at the dining table in the middle of the entire playground, delicious food has been placed.

There are also some dining tables in front of the rostrum.

There are also more than 60 contestants' delicacies on it, waiting for the judges' comments.

"Dad, is this something we can win?"

In the crowd, a little fat man asked a middle-aged fat man next to him.

"Don't worry, son, No.1 this time must be ours."

Wei Lecheng laughed and looked at Qin Mo not far away.

I just heard from my son that this guy knows how to make steamed buns and they are delicious.

I couldn't help but be contemptuous: "I just want to let you know that it's not just any cat or dog that can make delicious food."