Liu Yan continued, "Can you eat very beautiful snacks?"

Feng Ruoruo nodded: "Yes."

Another child asked, "Why is that blooming biscuit?"

Feng Ruoruo nodded again: "Some."

“Are there marshmallows?”

"have."

“Are there any towel cakes?”

"have."

...

The children asked a lot, and Feng Ruoruo said there would be any, which made the children very happy. The children in the class kept shouting.

It attracted the children in other classes to watch Feng Ruoruo's class.

Some teachers also find it very strange.

At this time, Fang Shiting, who was called to the office by the principal, also heard the shouting downstairs, and quickly spoke to the principal and walked out of the principal's office.

Standing upstairs and looking down, it turned out that the children in her class were making noise.

At this time, I was really worried when I helped the class replace the class and looked at the teacher in the class. I didn’t understand why these children suddenly started yelling? It seemed that they were cheering.

Fang Shiting quickly said to the principal: "Director, that matter is definitely a false accusation. I promise I will never do that kind of thing."

The principal also nodded: "I know, but you have to know that such things may affect parents' views on our kindergarten. I hope you can handle private issues well and not affect normal work."

Fang Shiting felt a little wronged, but at this time she could only nod and agree: "Okay, director, I will deal with it."

The principal saw Fang Shiting's grievance and said helplessly: "Teacher Fang, I'm really sorry. Our kindergarten is really powerless to do anything about this and cannot help you."

In fact, the principal did not intend to make things difficult for Fang Shiting, but was more worried that it would affect Fang Shiting's work in the kindergarten.

If some parents know about it, if some parents believe it, it will be very unfavorable to Fang Shiting.

That's why the director hopes that Fang Shiting can handle these private matters well.

There were shouts from the class downstairs. Fang Shiting knew that she was going downstairs, so she could only say to the dean: "Okay, director, I will find a way to deal with it, so I'll go down first."

The principal also said helplessly: "Okay, you go first. It's really hard to lead your class now. Thank you so much."

Fang Shiting laughed when she heard this: "Director, I like these energetic children."
Chapter completed!