Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

"My name is Jin Shanqing, what's your name?" Teacher Jin's tone was very gentle.

"Hello, Teacher Jin, my name is Fu Qingyun." Qingyun slowed down his speech, trying to make the teacher hear clearly.

Next, Teacher Jin asked what she did every day. Qingyun answered truthfully and she was quite satisfied with her daily actions.

After learning about the situation, Teacher Jin happily expressed that she liked this child very much and that it was great to be Qingyun's teacher.

"This is my gift to Qingyun." Teacher Jin took out a picture album from her tote bag. "These are all the photos I took. I hope Qingyun has a bright future ahead of him."

"Thank you, Teacher Jin." Qingyun took the gift and thanked him obediently, then took out the gift box he had prepared, "Teacher Jin, this is my gift for you, I hope you like it."

Teacher Jin was a little surprised. She often received gifts from parents, but had never met a child who had begun to have his own social ideas.

"Thank you Qingyun."

Since both parties were very satisfied, the next step was for Fu Shengyu to take Teacher Jin for a tour inside Fufeng Fort, while Feng Huayang took Rong Qingqing to the entertainment city.

Qingyun is a little introverted. She was a little worried that Teacher Jin was paying attention to her and wanted to talk to her. Fortunately, he never asked her.

The next day, Teacher Jin was going to teach Qingyun the language. Instead of starting with phonetic syllables, he took Qingyun outside and started teaching her from flowers, plants, insects and fish.

Qingyun found it very fresh, mainly because the teacher would take her to play together. They would find a piece of sweet grass to play with, play on the slide in the afternoon and lie on the grass looking at the clouds in the sky. It was very cozy and comfortable.

Qingyun still felt a little guilty when she was having dinner in the evening. She and her teacher had just been out playing today. Fortunately, Fu Shengyu only asked her if she was happy today and didn't ask what she had learned.

After dinner, Fu Shengyu took Qingyun for a walk outside. When they saw the flowers, plants and trees, Qingyun naturally blurted out the corresponding golden words for them.

Fu Shengyu was very surprised. Although Qingyun could not write, and did not recognize their golden language symbols, she could speak it.

When learning your mother tongue, you first learn how to speak it and then learn how to write it. It is natural that Qingyun can learn other languages ​​in this way as well.

Qingyun was particularly proud after taking a stroll. She learned a lot of words today. It turned out that she didn’t spend the whole day playing.

The following days were like this: I played outside in the morning on weekdays, listened to Teacher Jin’s stories and watched cartoons with Teacher Jin at home in the afternoon, and communicated with Fu Shengyu about what we had learned in the evening.

On weekends, Fu Shengyu would take them out to play on the streets, stroll around the city, and look for some delicious and fun things. Sometimes, when Fu Shengyu was not free, he would go out with Wen Geyin.

The days passed quickly when we were living a fulfilling life. Before we knew it, it was summer vacation for Xiao Qilin. Then Xiao Qilin said he wanted to go to the university to play with Qingyun.

In fact, Brother Long wanted to know whether the book was finished, and he couldn't wait to see the finished product.

After Qingyun asked Chang Jin, he learned that he was proofreading the book to see if there were any typos or grammatical errors.

Chang Jin was very happy for Qingyun to bring his friends to play with him, so Qingyun made an appointment with Xiao Qilin and Brother Long to go there on a weekend.

Later, Xiao Qilin said that he had travel plans for the summer vacation, but he didn’t know if he could make it. Qingyun was a little envious and agreed to meet him at the university this Saturday.

Qingyun wanted to bring a small gift to Xiao Qilin and Brother Long, so she asked Wen Geyin to take her to make bread.

Wen Geyin thought that Chang Jin had not come back for a long time, so she planned to go over and check on him together on Saturday, to prevent the weird little mushroom from being killed in the sun outside.

There was a big melee in the kitchen and flour was all over Qingyun. Sometimes she had to admit that she had no talent in some aspects, otherwise why would she be covered in flour just by taking the remaining little bit of flour.

She probably offended the Kitchen God, who didn't like her staying in the kitchen.

Wen Geyin could hardly hold back his laughter, and looking at Qingyun's resentful and dazed look, he endured it for a long time but couldn't find a way to say any words of comfort in a calm manner.

The continuous setbacks really undermine people's self-confidence. Qingyun wanted to get tools to clean the kitchen, but then he remembered that he was not even as long as a broom.

Teacher Jin came over quickly and comforted Qingyun softly, even then he did not forget to insert a few golden words. Qingyun sometimes wished that Teacher Jin did not have to be so dedicated.

Wen Geyin processed the dough in her hand and sent it to ferment. After washing her hands, she cleaned up the snow-white Qingyun. Fortunately, it didn't spill on her head.

After changing into a coat and an apron, Qingyun moved back into the kitchen with a wronged look on his face. "Brother Yin, what should we do next?"

"Next, let's make new snacks, the snacks that Qingyun is good at." Wen Geyin looked at Qingyun with a smile, then went to get new ingredients.

Qingyun didn't know why she saw some ill intention in Wen Geyin's smile. The next moment, she felt like she was really a little fool. How could a gentle and refined man like Brother Ayin do such a bad thing?

Standing on a low stool and lying on the cooking table, Qingyun watched Wen Geyin kneading a new dough, preparing a new filling, and rubbing lemon zest into it. Qingyun thought that this sweet and sour taste would definitely be delicious.

"Qingyun, do you like pandas?" Wen Geyin asked while whipping cream.

"Yes, pandas look a lot like glutinous rice balls."

"Brother Ayin also likes pandas. They look as cute as Qingyun." When Wen Geyin said this, he laughed twice and took out a few panda molds from the cupboard.

While waiting, Wen Geyin also prepared a mango filling, and holding Qingyun's little hand, she prepared a rose sea salt filling, which Feng Huayang loved.

At this time, the bread dough has been fermented. After it is shaped, it is placed in a special tray, brushed with butter, and then put into the oven.

The remaining time is spent on using molds to press out the shape of the new dessert, which is what Qingyun is best at.

But this time it was not that simple, because the black and white colors on the panda's body were not easy to make, especially the eyes. Qingyun often pressed out a white face which was particularly funny.

Later, Qingyun learned her lesson. She observed the mold and chose to use less white to make the eyes first, and then pressed the rest on, and a satisfying and serious panda shape appeared.

For the sake of convenience and to increase the success rate, Qingyun chose to only make panda heads, which are larger and easier to operate.

By the time the sweet aroma of bread and butter fills the pastry kitchen, this traditional pastry is almost done.

Qingyun tasted the freshly baked bread, and the rich flavor of red dates filled her entire mouth. It was a very healthy sweetness and fragrance. Qingyun was very happy eating it, although she did some things that held her back in this process.

"Brother Ayin is the best person in the world at making red date buns." Qingyun shouted while holding up a half-eaten bun.

"Then the red bean buns are not delicious?" Wen Geyin teased Qingyun with a smile. Except for the red bean Yuanxiao, Qingyun didn't want anything with red bean elements.

After hearing Wen Geyin's question, Qingyun narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth and started laughing foolishly, trying to get away with it. This trick always works.

Sure enough, Wen Geyin just touched her head and let her go.

After finishing a small red date bread, Qingyun tasted the fruits of her labor with trepidation. The lemon aroma was strong, with a good blend of sour and sweet. The outer skin was soft and delicious, even better than the snack she made last time.

"Is it delicious, Qingyun? I made it according to your image." Wen Geyin picked up a piece of the whole red panda.

"Look, do these two ears look like your little balls? Look at this white belly, does it look like it's covered in flour?"

“Does the sour and sweet taste in it resemble Qingyun’s previous unhappiness?” Wen Geyin shook the snack in his hand.

Qingyun was completely stunned, then turned around and ran away. She was laughed at by Wen Geyin, right? She knew that she would be laughed at for her stupid look!