Almighty Star Daddy

The children have all received the dishes, and the head teacher in charge of life has already served the rice to everyone.

Han Mo made two dishes, one was sweet and sour pork ribs. Although this dish was very common, it was Xuan Xuan's favorite. Another dish was fried yam with king oyster mushrooms, with some fungus. Han Mo pays attention to the combination of meat and vegetables when cooking for the little guy at home, and tries his best to balance nutrition. When this second dish was in the small kitchen, Xiaohu's mother was always complaining that this dish was too vegetarian, so I would like to make two "hard dishes" here.

The two dishes that Xiaohu's mother made were carefully selected in her words, and the taste was relatively heavy and slightly spicy, boiled fish fillets and double-cooked pork.

Children are the most real. They will eat if they like it. If they don’t have enough, they will continue to ask for it. But if they don’t like to eat, they will not think about giving face to anyone and reluctantly eat it. , "It's really unpalatable."

Han Mo kept serving dishes to the children who were queuing up and asked to refill the dishes. Soon all the dishes were finished. Xiaohu's mother, who had been doing nothing at the side, frowned, her lips were pursed, and she didn't speak.

Suddenly, Xiaohu, who was sitting in the back, stood up and trotted along with a small dinner plate.

The little tiger's mother picked up the spoon for serving the dish, happy in her heart, and looked at the little tiger with a smile, ready to serve him the dish.

But the little fat man ran over, until he was in front of Han Mo. He didn't even look at his mother. The corner of Xiaohu's mother's eyes twitched fiercely. If it wasn't for the kindergarten, this spoon would definitely fall on Xiaohu's. ass on.

Xiaohu still wanted to eat, but there were no more dishes left. There was only a small plate left, which was originally reserved for display, but the child was the most important thing, so Han Mo gave the two small plates to Xiaohu.

"Thank you uncle." Xiaohu smiled honestly, his already fat face became more round, and the flesh of his face was piled up.

At the end of the lunch, the plates were removed, and there were only small flowers left on the table for the children, one for each person. After a while, it was their favorite flower delivery session. Although they were young, they had already thought about it in every little head. Who to give flowers to.

The voting session started immediately. It happened to be during the lunch break. The teachers who were not the head teacher gathered at the entrance of the second class. They all liked Han Mo's songs. , but they still wanted to join in the fun. The most important thing was that they all agreed that Han Mo could not be able to cook.

"Hey, look, Han Mo's dishes are all empty." Teacher Liu pointed to the plate in front of Han Mo in disbelief.

"The absence of dishes does not mean that they are delicious, it may also be that the amount of dishes is small."

Hear this sentence,

The teachers who were still surprised just now took back their surprised expressions.

"I bet you guys that Han Mo will never have more than three flowers for today's afternoon tea." Teacher Tian put her hands around her chest. She was tall and stood at the back, confident that she would win the bet.

Ding Rou organized the children to line up. Xuanxuan held a pink flower in her hand and rushed to stand in the first position. The little guy wanted to be the first to present flowers to her father, and she couldn't wait in her heart.

As soon as the teacher said that the voting began, the little guy rushed over and said loudly, "Dad, give you Huahua." The little guy's pink and tender face was full of smiles, and he stretched out his arms and handed Huahua to his father.

Han Mo bent over to pick up the flowers, and fondly touched the top of the little guy's head with his other hand, "Thank you Xuanxuan."

After delivering the flowers, the little guy ran to her father. She hoped that all the little friends could give her flowers to her father, because the dishes made by father are the best.

"Uncle's food is really delicious, give it to Hua Hua." The second child shyly handed the flower in his hand to Han Mo.

Han Mo received two flowers. The teachers standing at the door were not surprised. After all, the first one was Xuanxuan, and the second one was probably a coincidence. Teacher Liu teased.

, "There is one more flower before the afternoon tea you invited." Although she said that, she felt that it would be difficult for this third flower to fall into Han Mo's hands.

The third place is Mengmeng. She is more introverted and easily shy. Holding a small red flower in her hand, she walked up to Han Mo shyly, "Uncle, you sing really nice songs, cooking dishes. It's delicious too." Then he held the little flower in his hand high in front of Han Mo.

Han Mo said gently, "Thank you, Mengmeng."

Xiaohu's mother's expression changed a bit. According to her expectations, everyone would give her flowers except Xuanxuan, who may vote for her father. How could she receive two flowers in a row? She tried to comfort herself, maybe because of cuteness Meng and Xuanxuan have a good relationship, so she gave it to Xuanxuan's father. After thinking about it this way, her mood was much calmer.

The teacher outside the door cheered softly, "San Duo, San Duo, there is afternoon tea today."

Teacher Tian pouted, "Oh, isn't it afternoon tea, what a trifle."

Although the teachers were very happy that Han Mo got three flowers, they still didn't quite believe that he could win. It might just happen that the first three chose him, and they set their sights on the fourth child.

Standing in the fourth position was Le Yan, she handed Hua Hua to Han Mo without hesitation.

At this time, the teachers all looked at each other in disbelief, and then quickly moved their eyes to the next child.

The fifth, sixth, seventh... without exception, all of them gave flowers to Han Mo.

Xiaohu's mother's face was very ugly, and the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed.

"My God, does Han Mo really know how to cook, and it's delicious."

"Is there any more on the plate, I want to try it later."

"No, who said it just now, not because it's delicious, but because it's made in small quantities."

The teachers all looked at the teacher collectively. She laughed awkwardly and didn't speak.

The children followed one by one, Han Mo already had a big bunch of flowers in his hand, Xuanxuan held her father's clothes by the corner of her shirt, she did not hide her proud expression, and her pink face blossomed with joy. Excitedly, he said, "My dad is the best."

The children have all sent out the flowers, only the last child in the team, Xiaohu, is left.

Little Tiger's chubby little hand was holding a small red flower, and he slowly walked forward with his chubby body swaying.

As the children kept presenting flowers to Han Mo, the little tiger's mother who was standing by the side had no hope, but there was not a single flower in her hand, and she still felt extremely embarrassed. At this time, the little tiger came to them, Little Tiger's mother's last hope came, and she stared at Little Tiger with commanding eyes.

Xiaohu didn't look up, the further he walked, the lower his head became, deliberately not looking in the direction of his mother.

It was not a long way, but he walked for a long time. In the classroom, outside the classroom, everyone's eyes fell on him.

Xiaohu suddenly raised his head and stood in front of Han Mo and his mother. Time seemed to stand still. In fact, this vote is not so important to Han Mo, but to the child, this little flower is his support.

Xiaohu's little face was flushed red, as if he had made a great determination. He moved very hard and lifted the flower above his head.

The children applauded together, and the teachers outside the door widened their eyes and opened their mouths in unison.

Xiaohu touched the back of his head and said with a smile, "Uncle, what you cooked is the best of all the dishes I have ever eaten."

Han Mo leaned over to take the flower, and gently pinched Xiaohu's chubby face, "Thank you, Xiaohu."

Xiaohu's mother's face instantly turned ashen.