The likes and dislikes of children change very quickly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThey may start to hate someone because of a small thing, but they can also like someone because of a competition.

Mirage's performance in the relay race cannot be said to be hardworking. Anyone who sees her red smiling face will feel the desperate momentum. The classmates were no exception, and some girls even stepped forward to greet and care.

"Thank you, I'm fine. The little mirage also accepted it when it was good, and the blush on his face gradually dimmed, and it didn't seem so exaggerated.

"That's good, also, your dad is so good, he feels like an athlete on TV, no, it should be said that he is faster than an athlete, and the last stick in the next class is said to be run by a former athlete, and he is not half as fast as your dad. ”

"yes, yes, your dad is so fast. ”

"It's really fast, and it's over with a bang. ”

Tong Jianjun listened quite awkwardly on the sidelines, can't you children change the adjective? What is your father so fast, what is called the end of the word? Who is your Chinese teacher, and I want to talk to him about education.

"You're running so fast. The old Muqiao Eighteenth Taibao came to Tong Jianjun, "Although you kid owes a lot of words, but this time I owe you a favor." ”

"You don't have to owe favors, and it feels like you're useless. Tong Jianjun said truthfully.

"You guys really owe it. "The old wooden bridge 18 Taibao wanted to attack, but he withdrew his hand, and for the sake of his victory, let him go this time.

"That's all I have to eat with this mouth. Tong Jianjun said with a smile.

After the mixed relay, the morning sports meeting came to an end.

Next, please take your children to the cafeteria. ”

When Tong Jianjun heard this, he took the mirage to the canteen of Muqiao No. 2 Elementary School. It has also been specially dressed up to make it look like a child's day.

Some of the tables in the cafeteria are full of ingredients, as well as various sauces, oils, and salts. Those tables also have the class number on them, and it seems that each class has its own ingredients.

"What do you mean, is this going to hold a cooking competition?" Tong Jianjun was stunned, this unfolding didn't seem right, didn't he come here to hold a parent-teacher conference, why was it a sports meeting all of a sudden, and a cooking competition all of a sudden?

A school teacher temporarily acted as the host, holding a microphone in his hand, standing in front of the ingredients and saying, "For all the children, the most delicious meal must be the meal cooked by the parents, so ......"

"I think it's better to be willing to fight chicken!"

"McDanald, of course!"

"No, no, no, it's really better than a kidney!"

Before the teacher could finish speaking, the elementary school students below made a retort, which made her very embarrassed.

"Parents, can you bear to be defeated by foreign fast food? Show your true level and let the children know the fighting power of the parents! The ingredients on the table of each class can be used at will, come on, parents!"

However, since he was pushed out to be the host, this teacher is also a bit level, and immediately changed the topic and became a little enthusiastic.

"Oh oh oh, it's finally time for me to show off my skills!"

Before Dong Yijun could speak, Lu Mingfei beside him began to scream. The gentleman's uncle's eyes froze, and he seemed to be very combative, not a waste of wood at all.

Each class was assigned several pots, and although they couldn't be boiled at the same time, they took turns to come and one dish per person, and it didn't take much time.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, cut the vegetables over and over again, and said, "Little boy, let me tell you, when chopping vegetables, the hand that holds the vegetables holds the vegetables with his fingertips and bends the hand slightly inward......

The only thing that responded to him was the sound of the board sounding from the tuk, Lu Mingfei turned his head to look, and the kitchen knife in his hand shook, almost cutting his hand.

The seeded green pepper in Tong Jianjun's hand was cut into thin strips of the same size almost instantly, and the green pepper shreds flew in the air, but they fell neatly on the plate on the side, as if they had been specially placed by hand.

Seeing Tong Jianjun pick up a potato, Lu Mingfei reacted that he should want to make shredded potatoes with green peppers, so he picked up a silk grater next to him and wanted to hand it to Tong Jianjun.

However, someone threw the potatoes into the air, and it was impossible to see what his hands were doing, and another stack of shredded potatoes fell into the prepared water, and a few thin slices of potato skins fell into the garbage can on the other side.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the silk wiper in his hand, then looked at the shredded potatoes on Tong Jianjun's side, and put it away embarrassedly.

"By the way, Brother Lu, what did you just say?" Tong Jianjun cut the minced garlic and turned his head to ask.

"Haha, nothing. Lu Mingfei looked at the vegetables on his board that had just begun to be cut, and laughed dryly. Originally, I wanted to rely on the cooking show that I practiced after I got married, but it turned out that people were not in the same dimension as me at all!

"Wow, Uncle Tong is so amazing!" Lu Nali sighed, "My gentleman's father is not good, and a few vegetables have not been cut for half a day." ”

Resisting the urge to vomit blood, Lu Mingfei continued to cut his own vegetables. Good knife work does not necessarily mean that it is burned well, knowing that this possibility is very small, Lu Mingfei can only hypnotize himself like this.

"Little boy, let's eat together in a minute. Lu Mingfei said, you can't just admit defeat, your own food, but even the most picky Nanali can accept it, not necessarily worse than Xiaotong's.

"No problem. Tong Jianjun nodded.

Because of the fast cutting, Tong Jianjun occupied a pot first, and after a little consideration, he moved the board to the edge of the pot. In this way, even if you cook a few more dishes, it shouldn't take too long.

When Lu Mingfei finally cooked his first dish and happily came to the table with the dishes, there were only a few empty plates left on the table.

"Little Mirage is so happy, she can eat such delicious food every day. Lu Nali sighed, "My dad can't do it, he just can eat." ”

Poof, an invisible sharp arrow pierced Lu Mingfei's heart.

"Although I used to think that my father's food was okay, is it really because I haven't eaten real delicious?" Lu Luxiu sighed.

Puff, a few sharp arrows pierced Lu Mingfei's body.

"Honey, I'm sorry. Marianne's face was still flushed with an unfading flush, and she said apologetically.

What else can Lu Mingfei say, of course, he chose to forgive her......

On the edge of a plate, there is also a not-so-obvious shredded potato. Seeing this, Lu Mingfei stretched out his chopsticks and picked them up, he wanted to taste what kind of dishes made his family betray him one by one.

"Ah~~~"

A high-pitched cry of pleasure resounded throughout the cafeteria.