While playing in the kindergarten, Feng Ruoruo did not forget that today was his father's birthday.

When they were able to move freely during class, Feng Ruoruo summoned Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei, and the three little Zhuges got together again, and it was time to give each other advice.

Feng Ruoruo first said seriously: "Xixi, Feifei, do you know? Today is my father's birthday."

Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei were a little surprised at first.

Yang Xiaoxi exaggeratedly: "Wow, Ruoruo, is Feng's birthday today? Why is Feng's birthday one day later than you?"

Chen Yaofei was also surprised, but she didn't exclaim like Yang Xiaoxi.

The little girl asked softly: "Ruoru, is it true? Today is Dad Feng's birthday?"

Feng Ruoruo nodded seriously: "It's true. Dad was my birthday today. It was my mother and grandma who told Ruoruo. I asked my grandfather, and my grandfather said yes."

Yang Xiaoxi exclaimed again: "Then we have to go to kindergarten, we can't make cakes for Dad Feng."

Chen Yaofei nodded: "Yes, we are all in kindergarten, so we can't make cakes for Dad Feng together."

Yang Xiaoxi then said, "Let's ask Teacher Fang for leave, and then we go to Ruoruo's house together to make cakes for Papa Feng, okay?"

I have to say that Yang Xiaoxi always gives bold ideas when talking about messy ideas.

Feng Ruoruo heard this and said, "No, we can't ask for leave, Teacher Fang will not agree, and his parents will not let us not go to kindergarten and go home."

Chen Yaofei agreed: "Yes, Teacher Fang will not agree."

Yang Xiaoxi did not give up and continued: "We can ask Teacher Fang to call Papa Feng, and then we told Papa Feng that Papa Feng would definitely agree because we were going to make cakes for him."

Feng Ruoruo was a little moved by Yang Xiaoxi: "Xixi, is this OK?"

Chen Yaofei was still a little worried: "Not good? What if Dad Feng disagreed?"

Feng Ruoru suddenly smiled and said, "If my father doesn't agree, then I will cry on the phone. My father will agree."

Yang Xiaoxi immediately clapped his hands and applauded: "Okay, Ruoruo and I will cry together."

After listening to the ideas of the two friends, Chen Yaofei felt that it was too terrible and she didn't dare to do that at all.

Therefore, Chen Yaofei was still relatively rational and held her two friends for some persuasion.

"Ruoruo, Xixi, it's not good for you to do this. This will make Dad Feng unhappy, and Teacher Fang will not dislike us in the future."

Then Chen Yaofei also helped to come up with an idea: "We can make gifts to Papa Feng in the kindergarten, and then take them to Papa Feng when the kindergarten is over."

After hearing what Chen Yaofei said, Feng Ruoruo and Yang Xiaoxi thought this method was also very good.

Feng Ruoru immediately said, "I forgot everything, I have thought of the gifts I prepared for my father."

Yang Xiaoxi quickly asked, "What kind of gift is it? Ruoruo, what gift do you want to prepare for Dad Feng?"

Feng Ruoruo replied with a smile: "I want to draw a painting for my father, and then I want Xixi and Feifei to draw with me. The three of us draw a large painting and give it to my father."

Chen Yaofei felt that her idea was very good: "Okay, Xixi and I will help Ruoruo paint for Dad Feng."

Yang Xiaoxi asked again: "Then Ruoruo, what painting should we draw for Papa Feng?"

Feng Ruoruo showed a smile with Chen Zhu in his chest: "We draw our father to cook in the kitchen, and then we also have to draw all kinds of dishes that our father has cooked for us, as well as those snacks, okay?"

This idea was thought of by Feng Ruoruo yesterday.

Yesterday, she discussed it with her mother and grandma after her birthday.

At that time, when my mother and grandma heard her idea, they praised her for her very good idea.

Feng Ruoruo, mother and grandma both felt that dad would like this gift.

Now because Yang Xiaoxi and Chen Yaofei are next to you, Feng Ruoruo wants two good friends to draw with him, so that even the three little girls give their father together.

After confirming the gift, the three little girls naturally discussed how to draw it together.

If it were the past, the three little girls might not know how to discuss drawing.

But during this period, Chen Yaofei's grandmother was teaching them to draw on the weekends, so the three little girls also had some ideas for painting.

After discussion, Feng Ruoruo was responsible for painting the way his father looked in the kitchen.

Then on the other two drawing papers, one was Yang Xiaoxi who painted Feng's snacks, and the other was Chen Yaofei who painted the dishes made by Feng's father.

After such a division of labor, the three little girls could not draw immediately.

Because they still have to wait until they get up after taking a nap, and only then can they have the opportunity to draw during the afternoon painting class.

However, although we can't draw it immediately, the three little girls still discussed together what to draw on the drawing paper?

For example, what snacks did Feng Yifan make for them? What delicious dishes did he make for them?

The three little girls had a very intense discussion, and even some of the children next to them couldn't help but come closer to listen.

Interestingly, when it came to mention the snacks made by Feng Ruoruo's father, other children soon participated and discussed what snacks Feng Ruoruo's father made?

Immediately afterwards, the children's discussion turned into a group of children arguing about which dim sum is delicious.

Until lunch time, a group of children were still arguing together.

Teacher Fang initially thought the children were quarreling, but after some inquiry, he learned that these children were not quarreling, but were arguing: Which of the snacks made by Feng Ruoruo’s father is the best?

Teacher Fang was also a little amused, but after thinking about it, it seemed that for these children, there was nothing wrong with arguing about such a topic.

However, Teacher Fang cannot let the children continue to argue.

"Okay, you can discuss it together, but you can't be like a quarrel. And whether the dim sum is delicious or not, each child tastes differently, and there will definitely be different. We cannot force other children to make the same choice as ourselves."

Although Teacher Fang said this, the child is a child after all, and soon began to argue again.

Because the opinions cannot be unified, it is natural that children will definitely argue.

In the end, Teacher Fang was a little helpless and could only stop the children from discussing.

"Okay, okay, don't say anything more. We're going to have a meal now. If any child continues to talk, then Teacher Fang will deny his little red flower."

For the children in kindergarten, decorating the little red flowers is definitely the most terrible punishment.

After Teacher Fang said this, the children quickly sat down and did not dare to speak any more.

Teacher Fang was quite satisfied with the child's appearance.

Then Teacher Fang and the staff who delivered the meals together distributed lunch to the children.

When I got lunch at noon, Liu Zihao suddenly stood up and said, "This is not delicious, why didn't Feng Ruoruo's father make it for us?"

When Teacher Fang heard Liu Zihao's words, he immediately said, "Liu Zihao, what are you doing? Sit down."

Then, Teacher Fang said to the children: "Feng Ruoruo's father can only cook a lunch for us on Children's Day, so today we will continue to eat the meals made by the canteen aunt."

Although Liu Zihao sat down, Xiaomou continued to say, "But the aunt made it not as delicious as Feng Ruoruo's father."

After Liu Zihao said this, the other children in the class started to yell.

"The food made by Feng Ruoruo's father is delicious."

"We want to eat the meal made by Feng Ruoruo's father."

"You want to eat the meal made by Feng Ruoruo's father."

"I don't want to eat what the canteen aunt made, it's not delicious."

"Don't eat it."

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Seeing a group of children saying this in person, the staff of the cafeteria who came to deliver the meal were also a little amused and crying.

"Teacher Fang, what food did these children eat? Why did they suddenly do this?"

While comforting the child, Teacher Fang also apologized to the cafeteria staff: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen. In fact, it was yesterday during Children's Day. Didn't the kindergarten have activities? So he found a chef outside the kindergarten to give the children a Children's Day banquet."

The cafeteria employee nodded and said, "I have heard of that, too. I heard that there are a lot of seafood and a lot of barbecue for self-service. I really envy you."

Teacher Fang smiled and said, "It was all sponsored by others. The children did eat a little better yesterday."

The cafeteria staff looked at the canteen's meals and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "No wonder, compared with yesterday, these are indeed a bit too low-end today."

At this time, Zhang Zhuangzhuang suddenly said: "No, the best food yesterday was made by Feng Ruoruo's father, which was better than yours."

When the cafeteria staff heard this, they felt even more embarrassed and wanted to argue, but they didn’t know how to argue with the child?

But I heard from the children that the food cooked in their own cafeteria is not as delicious as others, and I am a little unwilling to accept it.

The canteen staff thought: It’s just food, how big is the difference?

Liu Zihao followed and said: "Yesterday Feng Ruoruo's father made meat and these dishes, but it was better than yours."

Teacher Fang stopped Liu Zihao again: "Okay, Liu Zihao, you have a good meal. If anyone doesn't eat, the teacher will deduct someone's little red flowers."

The staff of the canteen are still very grateful to Teacher Fang's words, otherwise their canteen would be a little difficult to step down.

However, the cafeteria staff were still a little curious about the children saying "Feng Ruoruo's father cooked."

She whispered to Teacher Fang: "What kind of rice is this cooked by Feng Ruoruo's father? Did it cook it by a child's father in your class in Teacher Fang?"

Teacher Fang also quickly replied: "Yes, it was indeed made by a child's father in our class."

The cafeteria employee was curious: "What a child's father made? Could it be the father who came to deliver snacks before?"
To be continued...