There are long tables neatly placed in the classroom of the Primary 2 class of Golden Sun Kindergarten, and parents and children walk into the classroom one after another to find their own place according to the name written in the upper right corner of the desk.

Han Mo also walked into the kindergarten early with the materials and tools needed for baking, holding Xuanxuan's little hand, and Ding Rou stood at the gate of the school to greet the parents, smiling and greeting every child cordially.

The classroom is very warm, there is a special chef in the kindergarten who is responsible for Chinese food and pastries, and today's baking class has a master and a homeroom teacher to teach parents and children together.

Ding Rou sent the tools and required materials to each table, the tools distributed were very complete, and there was basically no need for parents to prepare anything, Han Mo was in case of emergency, so he took it and repeated, and he put his things under the table.

"It's all superfluous things, don't you need it?" Wang Xiaohu's mother happened to be behind Han Mo's side, and when she saw him put the things he brought under the table, she snickered in her heart, she guessed that Han Mo definitely didn't even know what baking was, and she didn't need anything to bring, so she continued to whisper, "As a father, you don't do much work at home, how can you make biscuits." ”

Han Mo didn't speak when he heard it, and Le Yan's mother, who was at the table next to them, glanced at Han Mo and whispered, "You can ask me for help when you need it." ”

Han Mo smiled politely.

Because parents know in advance that today's parent-child class is a baking class and making cookies. The fathers in the family were very self-aware and avoided it directly, and there was only one male head in the whole room, Han Mo, who was not so conspicuous at first, but Wang Xiaohu's mother spoke a little loudly, and the other parents also heard it, and they all cast sympathetic glances at Han Mo.

It is said that it is a parent-child class, but for something as tedious as making cookies, it is already quite well-behaved for children not to make trouble, and it is almost impossible to expect them to help.

Han Mo listened carefully to the explanation of the pastry chef, and the worried little guy who had been standing next to him gently tugged on the corner of his father's clothes, "Dad, you can do it, right?" After listening to the discussion of her classmate's mother, Xuanxuan's little heart was also worried about her father, although her father could do anything, he really hadn't made cookies.

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, not knowing that the little guy had been worried that he would fail, he smiled dotingly, and said confidently, "Don't worry, it will definitely not disappoint us Xuanxuan." ”

Xuanxuan stood on tiptoe and whispered, "As long as it's not the worst." After speaking, he glanced at the children around him.

Han Mo knew that although Xuanxuan was small, she also had a good face, and if the worst in the class was always gloomy, the children's self-esteem could not be hurt.

Han Mo swept Xuanxuan's upturned little nose with the back of his hand, and didn't pack the ticket with the child, but he was still very confident, it would definitely not be the worst in the class, he tried it many times last night, although the recipe on the Internet is not exactly the same as what the pastry chef said in terms of dosage, but this kind of thing is universal.

He succeeded in his first attempt yesterday, but in order to make the taste and appearance better, he practiced several more times, and did not sleep until he finally met his expectations, so he was very confident today.

Han Mo listened more seriously, and sitting behind him were Wang Xiaohu's mother and son and Zhang Mengmeng's mother and daughter, and the two mothers were talking in a whisper.

Xuanxuan's father listened very carefully and looked very attentive. ”

"Oh, no matter how hard you are, it's useless, men are not good at this, my child's father can't even cook noodles and make biscuits, men are almost the same, it's not much better. ”

"Well, too. ”

The biscuits have been made to the later stage, Han Mo pushed the kneaded dough into a pancake with a rolling pin, and there were a lot of gadgets distributed by the teacher just now, there were molds with small animal patterns, and there were also chocolate paintbrushes of various colors, you can draw some patterns on the biscuits, but the operation is very complicated, most parents have given up this step, and only a few parents are ready to spend some small lace or something like that with the mentality of trying.

The little guy has been watching her father busy with wide eyes, and she looked at the mothers of the children around her, although they are all in the final stage like Dad, but the steps of looking at Dad are much more cumbersome, and other mothers are directly pressing out patterns with molds, but Dad seems to have other operations.

Xuanxuan asked with a look of surprise, "Dad, are you painting?"

Han Mo made several commonly used colors with powdered sugar, kneaded small dough of different colors, and the patterns he made became more three-dimensional and varied.

Because the kindergarten uses a large oven, not a small oven at home, the pastry teacher stipulates a uniform thickness of the biscuits, and within this thickness range, the biscuits will not be mushy, which also tests the skills in making biscuits.

Some parents had already finished cooking, and the pastry chef and Ding Rou helped to send the finished biscuits to the oven room.

Han Mo had already planned what kind of cookies he wanted to make, and although his steps were the most tedious, they were not slow at all.

Ding Rou walked to Han Mo's table and took over the baking tray, on which were neatly arranged rows of small animals of different shapes, flowers and small trees, and couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise, "Xuanxuan's father, did you do this?"

Han Mo smiled.

Of course, Ding Rou knew that Xuanxuan's father must have done it, but she was shocked when she saw it for the first time, and she was worried that Xuanxuan's father would not even be able to hand over a work in the end, but she didn't expect that not only did it be handed over, but it was so different.

All the cookies have been put into the oven, and all that is left is the waiting time, and the parents who know each other are chatting, and of course the topic of discussion is the cookies made today.

Wang Xiaohu's mother took the initiative to come over and said with a big grin, "Xuanxuan's father just saw that you also handed in your work, it's really not easy." However, the front of this biscuit is all foreshadowing, and the finished product can be brought out to see if it is done well. I heard that we have to take these cookies back, it's okay, your failure, I'll give you a little bit of mine later, and give it to the child to taste. ”

Han Mo didn't speak, but smiled and thanked him.

Meng Meng is Xuan Xuan's good friend, the two little girls play with the rest of the dough together, Meng Meng heard Wang Xiaohu's mother's words, kindly said to Xuan Xuan, "Xuan Xuan, you can eat my cookies in a while, my mother is good at making cookies." ”

Xuanxuan kneaded a small dough into a circle, and said beautifully, "No, I have biscuits made by my father." ”

After a while, Ding Rou and the pastry chef returned to the classroom, each pushing a small cart with three layers of baking trays, all of which were biscuits made by parents and children.

Everyone gathered around, looking for their own biscuits, and although they all boasted that they often made them at home, no one knew what they could make today.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were drawn to a plate of biscuits on the top of the cart, and the biscuits on the other plates were either toasted and tinged with a faint black color, or they remained yellowish in color, nothing new. Only one plate of biscuits on it was made into cute patterns, blue whales, pink kittens, yellow people, colorful flowers, and green pine trees.

"Mother Little Tiger, did you do this?" asked Le Yan's mother when she turned around.

Wang Xiaohu's mother looked surprised, "This, this, where did I do it." ”

Everyone was asking each other whose work this was, and Teacher Ding Rou smiled and whispered, "This is a biscuit made by Xuanxuan's father." ”

One can imagine how surprised the mothers were, and Xiaohu's mother was even more round-eyed, so surprised that she couldn't even speak.

"Xuanxuan's father, how did you make it, how did you get the little green pine tree?"

"Yes, Xuanxuan's father will tell us about it, and we will do it when we go back. ”

Moms, you and I are asking one by one, all around the process of making cookies, Han Mo specially downloaded the software for making pastries the night before, which is full of methods for making cookies and cakes. He recommended the software to everyone and told them that it was not difficult to make everything he made.

Ding Rou prepared a lot of beautiful biscuit boxes, she helped the children pack up all the biscuits that belonged to them, handed them to everyone, and wrote their names on colorful cartoon stickers.

Xuanxuan just got her biscuit, couldn't wait to take out a piece and put it in her mouth, tasted it deliciously, and suddenly found that the children were looking at her.

Wang Xiaohu swallowed his saliva, "Can Xuanxuan give me a cookie of yours?"

Xuanxuan is not a stingy child, she took out a biscuit and handed it to Wang Xiaohu.

Zhang Mengmeng quietly walked to Xuanxuan's side and whispered, "Can you give me a piece too?"

Mengmeng is her good friend, of course she can't refuse, Xuanxuan took out another biscuit and handed it to me Zhang Mengmeng.

The other children also looked at the box of biscuits in Xuanxuan's hand, no one paid attention to whether the biscuits made by their mother were loaded by the teacher, anyway, as long as they could eat a piece of Xuanxuan's biscuits, they could exchange it for a box of biscuits.

Xuanxuan hugged the box in her arms tightly and whispered a little reluctantly, "Then, then you can only eat one piece." ”

In the blink of an eye, the originally full biscuit box was empty, and only a single biscuit lay under the box......

At the end of the open class, the afternoon holiday, the children followed their mothers out of school, Ding Rou stood at the door of the kindergarten to see off the children, Xuanxuan has been very unhappy, because the biscuit made by her father only ate a piece, and the last piece was also given to Teacher Ding, the little guy didn't say anything, and he was very unhappy.

Xiaohu's mother stood at the door and saw Han Mo's father and daughter walking out, she still remembered the book buying in the supermarket yesterday, and said in a loud voice, "Xuanxuan's father, why didn't you buy yesterday's book, even if you don't buy "The Frog Prince", but "Little Red Riding Hood" must be bought, go home and educate your children well, this is common sense of safety." "She has a loud voice.

Ding Rou was standing behind her, very close, and when she spoke, Ding Rou looked at Han Mo unnaturally.

Han Mo didn't speak, after all, people were talking to him, so he stood down and didn't leave directly.

Xiaohu's mother began to talk about her reading experience again, "You may not have read it, let me tell you a briefly, it is a little girl who went to deliver a cake to her grandmother, but met a big bad wolf on the way......" She opened the conversation box and began to chatter.

At first, Ding Rou just looked at Han Mo's indifferent reaction and didn't want to talk much, but then she couldn't listen to it anymore, and whispered in Xiaohu's mother's ear, "Actually, Xuanxuan's father is a knight of the royal horse, and "Little Red Riding Hood" and "The Frog Prince" were painted by him. ”

Xiaohu's mother was stunned, and the unfinished words were in her mouth, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Ding Rou.

Ding Rou nodded affirmatively.

Little Tiger Mother's expression froze on her face, and she looked at Han Mo embarrassedly.

Han Mo did not deny it and did not speak.