Hardcore Chef Dad

For the first time, the father and daughter held small hands, Feng Yifan held his daughter's tender little hand gently, looking at her daughter's clear eyes, a longing for satisfaction emerged in his heart.

Before I had time to think about it, other children in my daughter's class gathered around, chattering and pulling Feng Yifan's thoughts back.

Hello uncle, are you Feng Ruoruo's father?

Yeah, Feng Ruoruo, your father is so tall.

Feng Ruoruo, your father doesn't look like a chef at all.

Yes, aren't all chefs fat?

Feng Ruoruo's father doesn't smell of oil smoke either.

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Hearing the children's words, Feng Ruoruo said with a smile, This is my father. The marshmallows we eat are made by my father. My father's cooking is also very delicious.

The little girl said, raising her chin proudly, clearly proud to have such a father.

For Feng Ruoruo, although her father is still a little unfamiliar, and her mother doesn't like her that much, she is still proud to have such a father.

Because the marshmallows that Dad brought today were really delicious, the children and Feng Ruoruo liked Dad's marshmallows very much.

After listening to his daughter's introduction, Feng Yifan smiled and greeted the children in his daughter's class: Hello everyone, I'm Feng Ruoruo's father. Do you like that uncle's marshmallow?

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The children all said in unison that they liked the cotton candy made by Feng Yifan.

Seeing that the children in her daughter's class liked it, Feng Yifan nodded and said, Everyone likes it. If there is a chance in the future, my uncle will make other candy for you all to eat.

Hearing this, all the children immediately cheered happily: Okay, okay, I want to eat the candy made by uncle.

When Feng Ruoruo heard his father's words, he pulled his father hard with his little hand, and then stood in front of him.

What candy my dad wants to do, you have to listen to me, you can't just ask for it.

But if the candy Dad made was delicious, I would definitely bring it for everyone to eat. As Teacher Fang said, good things should be shared with everyone, and Feng Ruoruo will share them with you.

Feng Yifan watched his daughter stand in front of him, protecting him like a little guard.

After listening to her daughter's words, Feng Yifan also found it very interesting.

On the one hand, the daughter told the children that her father was hers, and the children could not let her father make candy.

On the other hand, Feng Ruoruo said generously that her father made delicious food and she would bring it to the kindergarten to share.

The small appearance of her daughter's swearing sovereignty looks really cute, which makes Feng Yifan can't help laughing, and he likes and loves his daughter more and more in his heart.

Feng Yifan smiled and pulled his daughter and said, Well, our little princess has spoken. Uncle wants to listen to Feng Ruoruo.

A group of children also nodded, expressing their willingness to listen to Feng Ruoruo and would not ask their uncle to make candy.

At this moment, Liu Zihao suddenly stood up and asked, Uncle, can you make cakes? I want that kind of beautiful cake.

Feng Ruoruo said that you can do everything, so can you make cakes?

When asked this way, Feng Yifan was a little stunned. He didn't expect his daughter to tell the children in kindergarten that her father would do anything.

And Feng Ruoruo became unhappy after hearing Liu Zihao's words: Liu Zihao, my father doesn't make things casually, don't ask casually here, I won't let my father do it for you.

Hearing the meaning of maintenance in his daughter's words, Feng Yifan was as happy as if he had eaten honey in his heart.

However, he couldn't let his daughter lose face in front of the children, and said decisively, Uncle does know how to make cakes, but that's what he said, only with Feng Ruoruo's approval, uncle will do it.

This sentence made Liu Zihao a little disappointed. The little boy wanted to skip Feng Ruoruo.

Let her dad make the cake.

As a result, when Feng Ruoruo's father said this, the little boy also understood that he still couldn't get away from Feng Ruoruo.

Although in the afternoon, Liu Zihao and Feng Ruoruo were reconciled, and everyone had a good time playing games together.

But some macho Liu Zihao children still feel that it is very cheap for boys to ask for a little girl.

And Feng Ruoruo was naturally very happy when she heard what her father said, and felt that her father really supported her.

Raising her pretty chin, Feng Ruoruo said proudly, Hee hee, if you, Liu Zihao, bully our girls again in the future, I won't let my dad cook you delicious food.

Liu Zihao instantly looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, he could only reassurely say, Well, I won't bully you in the future.

Not only Feng Ruoruo, but also the little girls in other classes were very happy to get such a promise from Liu Zihao.

As for Teacher Fang and a group of parents watching on the side, they all thought that these children were very interesting, and they were also curious about Feng Yifan's father.

However, the children were playing together, no teachers and parents came forward, the atmosphere seemed unusually harmonious, but it was broken by a voice.

What's the matter? Why do you, a little girl, order my son? How did my son bully you?

With an unceremonious voice, a woman in high heels, a leather skirt, and sunglasses pushed the crowd away and walked in.

Looking up and down the visitor, Feng Yifan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that among the children in his daughter's kindergarten, there were parents dressed like this.

Feng Yifan took a step forward, protecting his daughter behind him, and facing his hot mother dressed in punk.

You are Liu Zihao's mother, aren't you? It was just a joke between children just now. We parents shouldn't come forward casually, right? If our parents come forward on a trivial matter, it will have a very bad impact on the children.

Liu Zihao's mother snorted coldly: Your daughter took advantage, of course you don't want your parents to come forward.

I just listened to it for a long time, aren't you a cook? What do you really consider yourself to be? If my son doesn't eat the cake you made, can he still afford the cake?

Feng Yifan felt a little ridiculous when he heard it: I didn't say that you can't afford cake, I just studied abroad a little bit, and it may not be in your sight.

Liu Zihao's mother was also rude: Of course, if we Zihao want to eat, we must eat the best.

As she said that, her mother turned around and pulled towards the little boy and said, Zihao, you're leaving with your mother, isn't it just a cake. Mommy will buy you the best cake to eat at home. You don't need to beg others.

Liu Zihao looked at his mother, then at Feng Yifan, and at the other children in the class.

The little boy couldn't help but say, Mom, the marshmallows that Feng Ruoruo's father made are really delicious. I won't bully them in the future. I can ask Feng Ruoruo's father to make me a cake to eat, which is quite cost-effective.

The little boy's remarks made almost all the parents present smile, thinking that this little boy looked fierce, but it was actually very interesting.

He even considered not bullying the children in the class as a bargaining chip for Feng Ruoruo's father to make cakes.

However, Liu Zihao's fashion hot mom is not happy: What's the deal? Cotton candy? Can't our family afford cake? Let's go.

After saying that, she didn't give the child a chance to speak, and the hot mother directly pulled Liu Zihao away from the crowd. It is also rampant along the way, and it is really very defiant.

Watching the hot mother drag her son away, many parents came back to their senses and complained a few words.

Who is it? No manners at all.

That's right, no wonder my daughter said her son always bullied children in class.

Really, it really is a family education problem. It's not good to be a mother. You can't teach good children.

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At this time, the most embarrassing thing was Teacher Fang. I thought the atmosphere in the class was very harmonious.

In the end, Teacher Fang could only say: Okay, parents can pick up their children after registering.

Parents also naturally registered with Teacher Fang and left with their children one after another.

Feng Yifan signed the teacher's register, and while pulling his daughter away, he chatted with the parents of other children. He couldn't help thinking in his heart that it turns out that getting along with parents of kindergarten children is quite complicated.