Feng Ruoruo looks like a carefree little girl, but in fact, Feng Ruoruo is also a careful little baby.
Although the "Double Skin Milk Fruit Cookie Tart" made by her mother received praise from her two good friends, Feng Ruoruo still carefully asked for the opinions of every child in the class.
"Zhang Zhuangzhuang, you finished first. Do you think this egg tart is delicious?"
Zhang Zhuangzhuang looked at the children next to him who hadn't finished their meal yet, licked his lips and said, "It's delicious, but there's too little. I'm not full."
Hearing Zhang Zhuangzhuang's words, Liu Yan immediately laughed and said, "Hahaha, Zhang Zhuangzhuang, if you want to eat your fill, then none of us will have anything to eat."
When Liu Yan said this, all the children burst into laughter.
But Zhang Zhuangzhuang was still not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "It's okay. I can ask my mother to ask Feng Ruoruo's father to buy me a box of food to take home."
Then, Feng Ruoruo asked Liu Yan again: "Yan Yan, do you think today's egg tarts are delicious?"
Liu Yan nodded and said, "It's delicious. The double skin milk here is delicious, and there are fruit pieces. I especially like this one today."
When the children were asked one by one, they all thought it was delicious. Of course, some children thought it was better than marshmallows and cookies, while some still preferred marshmallows or cookies.
Feng Ruoruo carefully wrote down the opinions of each child, thinking that she could tell her mother when she got home.
Teacher Fang came back soon, and she was accompanied by the headmistress.
When they saw the headmistress and Teacher Fang come in together, the children naturally greeted the headmistress in unison.
The head teacher greeted the children with a smile, and then asked them with a smile: "Do you think the snacks that Feng Ruoruo's father sent are delicious?"
After hearing the headmistress's question, all the children answered in unison: "It's delicious."
The head teacher continued, "Well, the head teacher's grandmother also thought it was delicious, so should we also say thank you to little Feng Ruoruo?"
Later, led by the headmistress, the children all said to Feng Ruoruo, "Thank you, Feng Ruoruo."
Feng Ruoruo was thanked by the other children and the headmistress. The little girl immediately felt embarrassed: "No, you're welcome. Actually, it wasn't my dad who made this. It was my mom who made this, so everyone should thank my parents."
Teacher Fang was a little surprised when she heard this: "Huh? Was this egg tart made by Ruoruo's mother?"
Feng Ruoruo smiled and nodded: "Yes, Dad told me when he came. He said that Mom made it for everyone, but Mom was worried that it was not done well, so she didn't let Dad tell it. Then Dad told Ruoruo quietly."
When Chen Yaofei heard this, she couldn't help but mutter, "That's why Ruoruo asked everyone if it tasted good."
Feng Ruoruo continued, "Yeah, let me ask everyone if it tastes good. I can tell mom when I get home."
Liu Yan was immediately envious when she heard this: "Feng Ruoruo's parents are both amazing. They can both make delicious snacks. My parents can't even make them."
The head teacher smiled and said, "Each of our parents has something they are good at. They work very hard and love you very much, so we should all like them."
After all, children have simple minds. When they heard the headmistress say this, they all agreed happily.
The head teacher stayed in the classroom for a while and then waved goodbye to the children.
After leaving Feng Ruoruo's class, the head teacher met some teachers from other classes on the way, and each of them couldn't help but envy Teacher Fang.
"Really? I didn't expect that a child in Teacher Fang's class has such an awesome father."
"Yes, this has been going on for three consecutive days, and different snacks have been delivered every day."
"The key is that they are all made by hand, which is really rare."
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Of course there are also some who are dismissive.
"Hey, what's the big deal? If I make it myself, it means I can't afford fancy snacks."
"That's right. The parents of a child in my class often want to send some things, but the other children in the class don't like them."
"We have no right to interfere in other people's parents' affairs. Besides, the snacks they made may not be very delicious. It's just that the children find them new, so they eat them with gusto."
When the head teacher heard some teachers' discussions, he frowned slightly and after thinking for a while, he gave some warnings.
"Stop talking about these things behind their backs. We are all role models and should behave like role models. It is inappropriate for you to talk about children's parents behind their backs, and it is not good for the children to hear it."
The head teacher's serious words made the teachers who were discussing the issue fall silent immediately, and none of them dared to continue discussing it.
The head teacher then warned: "In the future, you are not allowed to talk about the parents of children behind their backs in the kindergarten. You must pay attention to every child, understand?"
The teachers naturally nodded in agreement and then quickly dispersed.
In fact, it is human nature to gossip. Kindergarten teachers are also human beings after all, so it is inevitable that people will gossip behind their backs. Fortunately, these teachers have been selected by the former principal, and they are all good teachers who are responsible and care about children.
Teacher Fang was actually aware of these discussions, but she didn't take them to heart. Besides, it wasn't a big deal for the parents to bring snacks.
I believe that after this warning from the old principal, teachers will pay attention to their words and deeds.
After the children finished eating the double skin milk fruit cookie tarts, it was time for their daily drawing.
Today, Feng Ruoruo looked at the drawing paper in front of her, but did not start drawing immediately. Instead, she was thinking seriously about what to draw.
However, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei next to them had already started drawing. Both little girls had things they wanted to draw.
In fact, at Feng Ruoruo's age, painting is more about cultivating their interest. Generally, kindergarten teachers will not set topics, but let the children express themselves freely and show their imagination.
So every afternoon during the drawing time, every child would draw a variety of paintings, some even some strange and bizarre.
Teacher Fang would collect each child’s painting and let the children take it home to show their parents on the last day of kindergarten each week.
Feng Ruoruo sat there, holding a paintbrush in her hand but didn't know what to paint? Then she turned her head and looked at her two good friends next to her.
The paintings by Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei are actually very similar, and they seem to be the dishes they ate at Su Ji yesterday.
The difference is that Yang Xiaoxi focused on painting the dishes, while Chen Yaofei painted the scene of a group of people eating together at the table.
Feng Ruoruo looked at Yang Xiaoxi's, then at Chen Yaofei's, and slowly the idea of drawing something came into the girl's mind.
Seeing that Feng Ruoruo hadn't started painting, Yang Xiaoxi turned around and asked in surprise, "Ruoruo, why aren't you painting?"
Chen Yaofei heard it and looked over. As expected, she saw that the drawing paper in front of Feng Ruoruo was still white, without a single stroke on it. She also felt a little strange: "Ruoruo, don't you want to draw?"
Feng Ruoruo came to her senses after hearing what her good friend said, smiling, "No, I was thinking about what to paint. I've already decided. Let's paint together quickly. Once we're done, we'll take the painting home today."
After hearing Feng Ruoruo's words, Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei nodded and turned back to continue painting seriously.
Feng Ruoruo also picked out suitable colors from her pencil box and began to paint seriously.
One circle, two circles, three circles...
Feng Ruoruo drew ten circles, then drew small circles on the big circles, dotted the small circles with other colors, and then began to draw little people around the big circles. Slowly, a scene of a busy restaurant appeared on the drawing paper.