Chapter 845 - 595: The Magical Power of Food

Chapter 845: Chapter 595: The Magical Power of Food

In the Small (4) Classroom.

On the first day of school, Yang Yuxi, like other teachers in different classrooms, did not rush to arrange formal classes or organize outdoor activities for the children. Instead, she let the kids stay in the classroom, sit around on little chairs, and guided them to participate in a fun rhythmic game — "Fingers Change Change Change".

"One finger, one finger, change change change into a caterpillar."

"Two fingers, two fingers, change change change into a little white rabbit..."

With her gentle and playful guidance, the children gradually became immersed in this rhythmic world, mimicking the actions more and more convincingly.

However, amid this harmonious atmosphere, occasional childish and slightly aggrieved sobbing sounds could be heard.

Hmm.

The promised red sugar glutinous rice cake was yet to be tasted, the cartoons they wanted to watch were not available, and they were compelled to sit in the small chairs, speaking and doing those rhythmic games that had almost slipped from their minds...

Therefore...

This sudden sense of disparity quietly eroded their hearts like fine rain, bringing a slight sense of sadness and loss, making them unable to resist sobbing again.

After Qingqing and Weiwei said "turn into little rabbit" in unison with Yang Yuxi, they simultaneously turned their heads with puzzled looks in their big, grape-like eyes toward Liu Yuanyuan.

With a hint of concern, Qingqing gently asked, "Yuanyuan, why did you suddenly start crying like ’boohoo’? Did something unhappy happen?"

Weiwei blinked with big eyes, echoing, "Yes, Yuanyuan, why are you crying? Is there anything we can help you with?"

It would have been better if they hadn’t asked.

After their inquiry...

Instead, it made Liu Yuanyuan feel even more wronged.

Her small mouth spontaneously pursed, tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed, "I...I miss home, I want to go home..."

Seeing this, Qingqing quickly comforted her, "Don’t cry, Yuanyuan. You’ll be able to go home after school in the afternoon."

At the beginning of last semester, Qingqing wasn’t very familiar with the classmates in the class. When she saw others crying, she mostly just secretly thought it was a bit noisy.

But after a semester of interaction, especially after establishing a deep friendship with Yuanyuan, she naturally wouldn’t be indifferent like the last term.

Thus, she considerately pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and gently wiped the tears off Yuanyuan’s face.

While guiding other children, Yang Yuxi gently watched this scene, feeling a warmth and appreciation welling up inside.

If every child in the class could be like Qingqing — obedient, understanding, and caring for others — undoubtedly, the class would become more harmonious and warm, and the teachers’ workload would be greatly reduced.

Just as she was immersed in these thoughts...

Suddenly, Weiwei’s small, innocent voice rang in her ears, "Yuanyuan, don’t cry. Even if you cry, your mom won’t come to take you home right away..."

Although Weiwei’s voice sounded soft, it was like a sharp sword, piercing into the hearts of Yuanyuan and the other kids.

So!

The cries suddenly became louder again.

Yang Yuxi couldn’t help but pause for a moment.

She originally thought, with Qingqing’s comfort, plus Yuanyuan’s and other children’s cries gradually weakening, they might soon calm down.

But Weiwei’s words shattered the defenses of these children instantly.

She wanted to say a few words, but when she met Weiwei’s innocent and clear eyes, she ultimately couldn’t bring herself to reprimand her.

She just signaled with her eyes to Xie Jianing and Wang Wenxia beside her, indicating for them to comfort the crying children elsewhere.

Then she continued leading the other children in the game...

...

While busy in the kitchen, Huang Jun could faintly catch the sound of children crying.

At that moment, the cries rang out again, inevitably causing his heart to ripple with concern, worried that his two darling daughters’ emotions might be affected, leaving him with a slight unease.

Thus, when the red sugar glutinous rice cake was just finished, he didn’t bother to taste it and quickly said to Assistant Chef Qian beside him, "Assistant Chef Qian, I’ll leave the finishing touches to you. I need to go to the Small (4) Classroom."

After speaking, he quickly packed up the portion of breakfast meant for the Small (4) Classroom and hurried to the classroom in an anxious rush.

As he stepped into the classroom...

The enticing sweet aroma of red sugar glutinous rice cake instantly filled the space, attracting the little ones’ attention, as they curiously looked at this "messenger" of deliciousness.

"Daddy~"

Seeing him, Qingqing and Weiwei practically bounced off their chairs as if by reflex, their little feet eager to dash over to hug him.

But their little heads remembered the teacher’s reminder, that they shouldn’t leave their seats carelessly, so they forcefully halted, standing still, their eyes filled with deep affection for their dad.

Seeing Qingqing and Weiwei safe and sound, not joining the crying ranks of other children, Huang Jun was relieved of his anxiety.

He winked at them, his gaze conveying both recognition and a hint to continue obeying the rules and sit properly.

Seeing them seated again, he gently turned and let his gaze fall on Yuanyuan and the other little ones who were still sobbing in Xie Jianing and Wang Wenxia’s arms.