Gourmet: Twins' Father and Chef of the Kindergarten-Chapter 204 - 190: Mooching and Still Being Picky

At 4:30 PM, as the cheerful dismissal music played, the gates of Dorami Kindergarten opened right on time, marking the end of a day of joyful time and also ushering in the moment the children eagerly anticipated the most—going home.

The kindergarten, which was just immersed in various games and stories, now resembled a joyful ocean that had just dispersed, with innocent laughter lingering in every corner.

This laughter and the joyful atmosphere gradually floated out into the air as the doors opened, leaving a lingering trace of happiness.

The children, like little ponies set free, couldn’t wait to rush toward their waiting parents at the gate.

Their faces were filled with the desire to go home, and their steps involuntarily moved toward home...

NO! NO! NO!

That’s not how it was!

The truth is...

They all had a reluctant look on their little faces, a color of "I don’t want to go home," and their steps became exceptionally heavy, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, making each step extremely difficult, almost unable to move.

Exactly.

The children each harbored a little "secret desire"—they wanted to go home with Huang Jun.

As for why they didn’t express a desire to have dinner at the kindergarten, the reason is obvious.

After some time in kindergarten, they already knew very well that the kindergarten doesn’t provide dinner.

So...

They pinned all their food-loving hopes on Huang Jun, the "Chef," with full anticipation to follow him home.

After all, following Chef Huang meant every bite was a gourmet delight, each dish a culinary legend, while going home meant facing a mundane dinner and letting the taste buds endure a bland time.

The little ones might be small, but their minds are clear.

They know how to make decisions that best align with their wishes.

In an instant...

The kindergarten gate became the stage for another hilarious "not going home" drama.

And when parents once again heard their children make that familiar request—"I don’t want to go home, I want to go home with Chef Huang to eat"—they immediately felt overwhelmed, not knowing how to respond.

They could only silently remind themselves, "This is my own child, my own child, my own child," to soothe their helpless and irritated hearts, lest they couldn’t resist and let their child taste a bamboo shoot with meat right at the kindergarten gate.

For a moment, the gate became even more lively.

Patient parents crouched down, trying to gently coax their children home, saying they’d learned to cook from Chef Huang and promised to make delicious dinners themselves; some parents opened their arms, trying to comfort their children with hugs and kisses, hoping they’d understand the necessity of going home; while impatient parents, faces darkened, opted for the straightforward approach of picking the child up and leaving, regardless of how much they cried or struggled.

As for Lin Weilin, trying to carry his son away wasn’t so lucky.

No help there!

Lin Yipeng had already gotten used to his dad’s moves, even developing a predictive sense. With a nimble spin, he managed to escape, as agile as a small loach darting through water, making it impossible for Lin Weilin to catch him.

Watching his mischievous son’s antics, Lin Weilin’s brow furrowed tightly.

He pointed at Lin Pengyi, speaking with a hint of helplessness and threat, "Pengpeng, if you keep this up, I won’t come to pick you up anymore."

If it were last term, Lin Weilin’s words might have had some deterrent effect on Lin Pengyi, but now they were completely ineffective.

The little guy retorted without hesitation, "Don’t pick me up then, that’s fine, I can just go with Qingqing’s dad and have dinner at their house!"

Seeing his son’s face full of "I wish" expression, Lin Weilin couldn’t help but feel speechless.

He tried to counter his son’s fantasy with facts, saying flatly, "Qingqing’s dad doesn’t want to take you home."

But Lin Yipeng lifted his little face quickly retorting, "Qingqing’s dad does want to take me home!"

Lin Weilin was left both amused and exasperated by his son’s stubbornness.

He couldn’t help giving his son a helpless eye roll and said disdainfully, "Hmph, sure sure! Qingqing’s dad already has two kids; he’s not interested in taking an extra one like you home!"

However, Lin Yipeng was completely unfazed.

He blinked his monolid eyes and argued confidently, "He is interested! He is! Qingqing’s dad likes me! Because Qingqing and Weiwei are both girls, and Qingqing’s dad doesn’t have a boy at home..."

Saying this, a sly glint flashed in his eyes, and a brilliant idea crossed his mind as he continued, "So, Qingqing’s dad only has daughters, not a son, I... I can be... his son!"

That phrase of Lin Yipeng, "be Qingqing’s dad’s son," kept echoing in Lin Weilin’s head, like a thorn piercing deep into his heart.

Ouch!

So piercing!

Thinking of all the effort he put into his son through the years, only to get this kind of "return," he felt that this son... was born in vain!

Thinking of all his years of parental pampering and care, never expecting his son would say such things, he again felt that his pampering... was all in vain!

Alas!

Years of father-son bond couldn’t compete with Qingqing’s dad’s cooking...

How frustrating for him...

Speaking of which.

Just how delicious is Qingqing’s dad’s cooking?

Even making his beloved son contemplate recognizing another dad.

If given a chance, he must try it.

He really wants to see the charm of Qingqing’s dad’s culinary skills.

Wait a minute!

Didn’t his wife mention a "Parent Experience Day" at the kindergarten after National Day?!

Hmm, it’s happily decided, he must participate when the time comes.

What?

Only one spot per family?

Even so, he’s definitely going!

What?

His standing in the family isn’t enough to compete with his wife?

No problem, he speaks with authority!

...

Huang Jun had no idea what happened at the kindergarten gate.

At this moment, he was just spending time with his two precious daughters, playing with cats!

Qingqing and Weiwei were sitting beside the cat’s nest, focused on using the cat toys bought by Yang Yuxi to tease their little paw buns and pumpkin pancakes!

At the end of the cat toy was a delicate little cloth bag, crafted by an artisan to resemble a lifelike mouse.

This "mouse" had round eyes and pointed ears, looking incredibly realistic.

And from its rear, a bunch of fluffy artificial feathers emerged, swaying lightly, as if it were a real mouse tail.

Qingqing and Weiwei waved the cat toy around, making the little "mouse" flip and jump in the air. The buns and pumpkin pancakes were immediately drawn to it, staring wide-eyed at the "mouse," then pouncing suddenly...

But each time, they only pounced into thin air.

Because Qingqing and Weiwei skillfully made the "mouse" escape every time.

"Hee hee~" Qingqing and Weiwei were having more fun than the two kittens, giggling non-stop.

Sitting beside them, Huang Jun saw the sky gradually darkening and smiled as he urged, "Qingqing, Weiwei, it’s getting late, we should head home!"

Weiwei turned her head to look at Huang Jun, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She pouted her lips, acting cute, "Daddy, I want to play a little longer with the buns, okay?"

Qingqing also hurriedly turned her head, mimicking her sister, using her big watery eyes to gaze at Huang Jun.

Expressing her reluctance with her look.

Seeing his daughters’ pitiful little expressions, Huang Jun’s heart softened.

He indulgently nodded: "Alright then, you can play for five more minutes! But remember, we must go home after those five minutes."

"Thank you, Daddy!"

Qingqing and Weiwei cheered and continued using the cat toys to tease the two kittens.

Huang Jun smiled, took out his phone, and started the timer.

"Meow~"

Orange, who had been leisurely lying on the ground with half-closed eyes enjoying the sunset, suddenly sprang up, gracefully walking towards Huang Jun.

It stopped softly in front of Huang Jun, its tail swaying gently, fixing him with its bright Kazi Lan eyes, filled with expectation and longing, as if saying, "Human, I’m hungry, serve the feast quickly!"

Huang Jun keenly caught Orange’s eager gaze, slowly turning to gaze at Orange’s cute and innocent appearance.

A wave of tenderness rose in his heart, and he couldn’t help but reach out, gently stroking Orange’s head, feeling the soft fur glide beneath his fingers, the warm body temperature transmitting through his palm.

The usually proud Orange, at this moment, surprisingly allowed Huang Jun to pet it without moving.

Enjoying this rare moment of closeness!

Huang Jun understood and gave a slight smile. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

This was clearly a sign of wanting to be fed now!

After all, this fellow usually put on an aloof act, only becoming so docile and cute when asking for food.

He teased with a laugh, "Don’t rush, you greedy orange, I’ll prepare your favorite food right now."

Saying this, he picked up some cat food nearby and poured it into Orange’s food bowl.

Orange eagerly leaned forward, sniffing cautiously, but suddenly lifted its head, eyes full of dissatisfaction, fixing Huang Jun with a stern glance as if saying: Human, do you have a misunderstanding with ’favorite food’? This flavor is off!

Wow!

Eating for free and still being picky.

It’s good to have food, yet being choosy.

Seeing Huang Jun’s indifferent attitude, Orange had to lower itself again, bowing for its meal.

It cautiously approached Huang Jun, its fluffy body gently rubbing against his leg,

Meow~ meow~

The soft meowing echoed in the air, carrying a hint of coquettishness and pleading.

Now.

Huang Jun almost got goosebumps all over.

He would rather see Orange do flips than watch it act spoiled!

"Alright, alright! Wait a moment!"

Huang Jun returned to the kitchen, heated some leftover lunch in the microwave, mixed it up, and poured it into Orange’s food bowl and the bowls for the two kittens.

No choice!

These three cats wouldn’t touch any cat food; they only ate the meals he prepared.

He had to reserve some lunch to give them for dinner.

Initially!

He didn’t want to spoil them, but he couldn’t stand to see his two precious daughters pampering them!

If he didn’t prepare their favorite meals, they might bring these little guys home every day.

Just thinking about that scenario gave Huang Jun a headache.

At this moment, Orange sniffed the food in its bowl and began eating merrily, its contentment bringing a sense of comfort to Huang Jun.

And the buns and pumpkin pancakes also caught the scent of the food, rushing over to enjoy their meal.

Seeing this.

Qingqing and Weiwei had to put away their thoughts of continuing to play with the cats and followed Huang Jun back home.