It was the first time that the father and daughter held hands. Feng Yifan gently held his daughter's tender little hand, looked into her clear eyes, and a long-awaited satisfaction surged in his heart.
Before he had time to think more, other children in his daughter's class gathered around him and chattered, bringing Feng Yifan back to his senses.
"Hello uncle, are you Feng Ruoruo's father?"
"Oh, Feng Ruoruo, your father is so tall."
"Feng Ruoruo, your father doesn't look like a chef at all."
"Yeah, aren't all chefs fat?"
"Feng Ruoruo's father doesn't smell like cooking fumes."
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Hearing what the children said, Feng Ruoruo said with a smile: "This is my dad. The marshmallows we eat are made by my dad. My dad's cooking is also very delicious."
As the little girl spoke, she raised her chin proudly, obviously feeling proud to have such a father.
To Feng Ruoruo, although her father is still a little strange and her mother doesn't like him that much, she is still proud to have such a father.
Because the marshmallows Dad sent today were really delicious, the children and Feng Ruoruo both liked Dad’s marshmallows very much.
After listening to his daughter's introduction, Feng Yifan smiled and greeted the children in her class: "Hello everyone, I'm Feng Ruoruo's father. Do you like uncle's cotton candy?"
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The children all said in unison that they liked the marshmallows made by Feng Yifan very much.
Seeing that the children in his daughter's class liked it, Feng Yifan nodded and said, "It's good that everyone likes it. If there is a chance in the future, uncle will make other candies for you all."
Hearing this, all the children cheered happily: "Yes, yes, we want to eat the candy made by uncle."
When Feng Ruoruo heard what her father said, she pulled her father hard with her little hand and then stood in front of her father.
"My dad has to tell me what kind of candy to make, you can't just ask for it casually.
But if the candy my dad makes tastes good, I will definitely bring it for everyone to eat. Teacher Fang said that good things should be shared by everyone, and Feng Ruoruo will share with everyone. "
Feng Yifan looked at his daughter standing in front of him, protecting him like a little guard.
After hearing what his daughter said, Feng Yifan also found it very interesting.
On the one hand, the daughter told the other children that her father was hers and that the other children could not let her father make candies for them at will.
On the other hand, Feng Ruoruo generously said that if her father made delicious food, she would bring it to the kindergarten to share.
The way his daughter "asserted her sovereignty" looked so adorable that Feng Yifan couldn't help laughing. He liked and loved his daughter more and more.
Feng Yifan smiled and pulled his daughter and said, "Well, our little princess has spoken, and uncle has to listen to Feng Ruoruo."
A group of children also nodded, indicating that they were willing to listen to Feng Ruoruo and would not ask their uncle to make candy casually.
At this time, Liu Zihao suddenly stood up and asked: "Uncle, can you make a cake? I want a very beautiful cake.
Feng Ruoruo said you can do everything, so can you make a cake?"
When asked this question, Feng Yifan was a little stunned. He didn't expect that his daughter would tell other kids in kindergarten that her dad could do everything.
Feng Ruoruo was immediately unhappy when she heard what Liu Zihao said: "Liu Zihao, my father doesn't make things casually. Don't ask casually here. I won't let my father make it for you."
Hearing the protective tone in his daughter's words, Feng Yifan felt as happy as if he had eaten honey.
But he couldn't let his daughter lose face in front of the other kids, so he said decisively: "Uncle can indeed bake a cake, but as I said, I must get Feng Ruoruo's consent before uncle can do it."
This sentence made Liu Zihao a little disappointed. The little boy originally wanted to skip Feng Ruoruo and let her father make the cake.
After Feng Ruoruo's father said this, the little boy realized that he could not get away from Feng Ruoruo.
Although Liu Zihao and Feng Ruoruo reconciled in the afternoon, they all had a lot of fun playing games together.
But the somewhat chauvinistic Liu Zihao still feels that it is cheap for a boy to ask a little girl for love.
When Feng Ruoruo heard what her father said, she was naturally very happy and felt that her father really supported her.
Lifting her pretty little chin, Feng Ruoruo said proudly: "Hehehe, Liu Zihao, if you bully us girls again in the future, I won't let my dad make delicious food for you."
Liu Zihao instantly felt like a frost-bitten eggplant, and could only timidly say, "Okay, I won't bully you guys anymore."
Not only Feng Ruoruo, but also the girls in other classes were very happy to get such a promise from Liu Zihao.
As for Teacher Fang and a group of parents who were watching on the side, they all thought that these children were very interesting and were also curious about Feng Yifan, the father.
However, the children were originally playing together, and there were no teachers or parents involved. The atmosphere seemed unusually harmonious, but it was broken by a voice.
"What's going on? How can a little girl like you order my son around? How did my son bully you?"
Along with an impolite voice, a woman wearing high heels, a leather jacket and skirt, and sunglasses pushed through the crowd and walked in.
Feng Yifan was a little surprised after looking the newcomer up and down. He didn't expect that among the children in his daughter's kindergarten, there would be a parent dressed like this.
Feng Yifan took a step forward, protected his daughter behind him, and faced his mother who was dressed in punk style and had a hot body.
"You are Liu Zihao's mother, right? Just now, they were just playing around. We parents should not intervene casually, right? If we parents intervene over such a small matter, it will have a very bad impact on the child."
Liu Zihao's mother snorted coldly: "Your daughter took advantage of you, of course you don't want your parents to intervene.
I just listened to you for a long time. Aren't you just a cook? Do you really think you are such a big shot? If my son doesn't eat the cake you make, does that mean he can't afford cake?"
Feng Yifan thought it was a little ridiculous: "I didn't say you couldn't afford cake. I just learned a little bit abroad, and it may not be up to your standards."
Liu Zihao's mother was not polite at all: "Of course, if our Zihao wants to eat, he must eat the best."
The mother turned to the little boy and said, "Zihao, come with me. It's just a cake. I'll buy you the best cake to eat when I get home. You don't need to beg others for it."
Liu Zihao looked at his mother, then at Feng Yifan, and then at the other children in the class.
The little boy couldn't help but say, "Mom, the marshmallows made by Feng Ruoruo's father are really delicious. I won't bully them in the future. I can ask Feng Ruoruo's father to make me a cake. This is also quite cost-effective."
The little boy's words made almost all the parents present smile knowingly, thinking that the little boy looked fierce, but was actually very interesting.
She actually used not bullying the kids in her class as a bargaining chip in exchange for Feng Ruoruo's father making her a cake.
However, Liu Zihao's fashionable hot mom was not happy: "What's the bargain? Marshmallows? Can't our family afford cake? Let's go."
After that, without giving the child a chance to speak, the hot mom directly pulled Liu Zihao away from the crowd. They rushed around all the way, really arrogant.
Looking at the hot mom pulling her son away, many parents came to their senses and started to complain.
"What kind of person is this? You have no manners at all."
"That's right, no wonder my daughter said her son always bullies other kids in class."
"Really? It really is a family education issue. The mother is not good enough to raise a good child."
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The most embarrassed person at this time was Teacher Fang. He thought the atmosphere in the class was quite harmonious, but he didn't expect such a hot mom to suddenly appear and shatter the original harmonious atmosphere.
Finally, Teacher Fang could only say: "Okay, parents can register and take their children home."
The parents naturally registered with Teacher Fang and left one after another, taking their children with them.
Feng Yifan signed his name in the teacher's registration book, and while walking with his daughter, he chatted with other parents. He couldn't help but think that the relationship between parents of kindergarten children was quite complicated.