Chapter 57

Today is Sunday. Children don't have to go to school, but there is an open class on Monday morning. Parents need to be present to attend class with children. Generally, open classes are manual. They sew dolls together or disassemble toys. Shuya is very interested in children's education. The golden sun read by Xuanxuan belongs to a very good kindergarten in the north. Of course, the charge is also very beautiful.

Han Mo was busy in the kitchen. He washed the bowl he had just finished eating and put it in the cupboard. The little guy sat at the table with his small chin in his hands and looked at his father's busy figure.

At this time, Han Mo suddenly remembered that the little guy just said that he would go to school for a parent-child open class tomorrow. He didn't say the content of the class and what to prepare. In his memory, Han Mo couldn't find the content about the open class, because Xuanxuan had never had a parent-child class with her before. Her mother was busy and her father was "busy". Every time she watched other children do handicrafts with their parents, she was very envious.

"Dad, will you really accompany me to the parent-child class tomorrow?" Because in the past, my father promised, but when it came to class, he would find reasons not to go. The little guy was a little confused.

Han Mo wiped his hands, went to the little guy and touched her head. "Of course Dad will go. Let's go to kindergarten tomorrow, okay?"

Xuanxuan opened her eyes excitedly, and her little baby fat face blossomed happily.

Han Mo handed the freshly squeezed juice to Xuanxuan and asked with a smile, "what do you usually do in parent-child class?"

"The last time I made fruit with cotton and cloth, the last time I made clothes for dolls, and the last time I made puzzles." Xuanxuan tried to remember with her tender mouth.

When Han Mo heard this, he secretly laughed. These are not difficult for him. He is good at them. Han Mo gently continued to ask, "what about this time?"

"Teacher Ding said it was a baking class to make cookies." The little guy drank a mouthful of juice.

Han Mo was stunned and made cookies? Although he knows that many people now use the oven to make cookies and cakes at home, and he has seen them in his friends' homes in the original world, he is only limited to seeing them and has never made them himself. Han Mo didn't speak, thinking in his heart.

Xuanxuan saw that her father suddenly stopped talking, her long eyelashes flashed twice, tilted her small head and whispered, "Dad."

Han Mo spoiled and pinched the little guy's face. "Let's go to the supermarket to buy what we need tomorrow."

Before going out, he dressed up the little princess as usual. The little guy was used to looking beautiful every time he went out with his father. After dressing up, he turned around in front of the mirror and took his skirt with a little pride.

When he got to the supermarket, Han Mo pushed the shopping cart and Xuanxuan followed him. Originally, Han Mo wanted to hold Xuanxuan in the shopping cart, but the little guy refused and said he wanted to go by himself.

Han mo later learned that Xuanxuan was afraid to wrinkle her beautiful skirt. Now the little guy pays great attention to his image.

The supermarket is very large and sells a wide range of things. Han Mo bought the ingredients and tools needed for baking for the first time and found them according to the signs.

Suddenly, the little guy pointed to the bookshelf and said, "Dad, look, it's the Frog Prince and little red riding hood."

Han Mo looks at the position pointed by Xuanxuan's small hand. This area is the children's reading area. The bookshelf is filled with children's favorite story books, and little red riding hood and frog prince are placed in the most prominent place. Both books are covered with transparent film, and the packaging is very exquisite.

Han Mo just wanted to take it down and have a look. The woman next to him took the lead.

"Oh, father Xuanxuan, you also take your children to the supermarket." The woman took the book in her hand and greeted Han Mo warmly.

Han Mo was impressed by her. He was Wang Xiaohu's mother in Xuanxuan's class. He also nodded politely.

Seeing that Xuanxuan pointed to the book just now, Wang Xiaohu's mother said carelessly, "although there are these two picture books in school, children love to read them. We should buy another one and keep them at home."

Han Mo nodded in agreement and said nothing.

Mother tiger continued, "Hey, I don't know if you read these two books, but I have read them myself. To tell you the truth, I took great pains to educate my children. No matter how busy your work is, you should also pay attention to your children and see what books they like to read. "

Han Mo smiled and listened politely.

Mother Xiaohu usually tells other mothers that they don't like listening. Today, she finally caught Han Mo and wanted to boast about her parenting experience. She continued, "the authors of these two books are amazing. They can tell profound truth with two simple stories. I won't say much about his painters. You may not understand it. After all, you're not engaged in art, I still know a little. "

She paused and continued proudly, "Little Red Riding Hood is about these children who must listen to their parents and are not allowed to talk to strangers outside《 The frog prince tells them that you can't judge people by their appearance when making friends. Xuanxuan's father, do you think I'm right? " Little tiger's mother is very satisfied with her feelings. She talks a little about her children.

Before he bought anything, Han Mo didn't want to waste more time, so he smiled and said, "yes."

Xuanxuan curled her mouth and held her father's clothes. "These two books are originally..."

Han Mo Chong fondled the little guy's head and winked. Xuanxuan knew that her father didn't want her to say, so she pouted and didn't say a word.

Little tiger's mother wanted to say something. Han Mo first said, "we have to buy something. Let's go first." Han Mo smiled, nodded and took Xuanxuan away.

Little tiger mother took Book pestle in place, "don't buy your book."

Han Mo and Xuanxuan have walked a distance, but they also heard the last words of Xiaohu's mother. Xuanxuan Dudu said unconvinced, "cut, we have the original version drawn by our father."

Han Mo smiled and pinched the little guy's pink face.

This is really a big purchase. Han Mo searched the materials needed to make biscuits on his mobile phone. The kindergarten will prepare some for tomorrow's parent-child class, but parents should also prepare some for emergencies. He didn't know what the school would prepare for him. Anyway, he bought everything he could use.

It's time to take big and small bags home. Although Han Mo is not good at baking, he is a good cook. He used to live alone for so many years and has developed a good cooking skill. He once thought of opening a small restaurant when he retired.

The little guy watched cartoons. Han Mo worked alone in the kitchen and soon made three dishes and one soup. He used to eat his own meat and vegetables, and the taste would be heavier. Now he is cooking for Xuanxuan. Han Mo tries not to put seasonings to keep the taste of the ingredients.

Xuanxuan was surprised and excited when she first ate the dishes made by her father. Now she is used to it. In his little heart, her father is so capable and can do anything.

The evening always passed quickly. After dinner with Xuanxuan and cleaning up the kitchen, he was pestered by the little guy to talk about Little Red Riding Hood all night. It was time to go to bed after taking a bath.

The little guy was still holding Han Mo's arm in bed, clamoring to tell a story, and only listened to Little Red Riding Hood, because when Little Red Riding Hood was published, Xuanxuan was with her mother and didn't hear the story told by her father at the first time. She was very unwilling. Today she yelled to hear enough. This is not an excessive request. Han Mo naturally seriously meets the little guy's wishes.

Until Xuanxuan fell asleep and his pink face showed a satisfied smile, Han Mo gently pulled out his arm, covered the quilt again, pecked gently on the little guy's forehead, got up, turned off the light and left the room.

Han Mo has a more important thing to do. Practice making cookies.

The bright moonlight shines into the room through the window. Han Mo uses his mobile phone to find out the method of making biscuits. Today, he deliberately bought more materials for his own practice in the evening. According to the steps on the prescription, he weighed, fed and mixed noodles, and made various shapes with molds

Until the clock and minute hands coincided and pointed to 12 o'clock, Han Mo took a look at his achievements and turned off the kitchen light.