Chapter 109

The children have received the dishes. The head teacher in charge of life has filled the rice for everyone.

Han Mo cooked two dishes. One was sweet and sour ribs. Although this dish was very homely, it was Xuanxuan's favorite. Another dish is fried yam with Pleurotus eryngii mushrooms, with some fungus. Han Mo cooks for the little guy at home, pays attention to the combination of meat and vegetables, and tries to make the nutrition balanced. The second dishes make complaints about the baby's mother's Tucao when they are in the kitchens. They say that this dish is too vegetarian, and they must do two hard dishes here.

The two dishes made by Xiaohu's mother, in her words, are carefully selected, with heavy and slightly spicy tastes, boiled fish fillets and double cooked meat.

Children are the most real. If they like to eat, they will eat hard. If they don't eat enough, they will continue to want. But they don't want to eat the dishes they don't like. They will spit them out directly and say, "it's terrible."

Han Mo kept filling dishes for the children who lined up to ask for more dishes. Soon all the dishes were filled. Standing next to her, little tiger mother frowned, pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Suddenly, the little tiger sitting in the back stood up and trotted all the way with a small plate.

Xiaohu's mother picked up the spoon to serve vegetables. She was happy and looked at Xiaohu with a smile, ready to serve vegetables for him.

But the little fat man bumped and ran in front of Han mo. he didn't even look at his mother. Little tiger's mother twitched her eyes. If it weren't for the kindergarten, this spoon would surely fall on little tiger's ass.

Xiaohu still wants to eat, but there are no more dishes left, only a little on the small plate, which was originally reserved for display, but the child is the most important. Han Mo gave Xiaohu all the two small plates.

"Thank you, uncle." Xiaohu smiled foolishly and honestly. His fat face became rounder, and the meat of his face was piled together.

At the end of lunch, the plate was removed. There were only small flowers left on the children's table, one for each person. Later, it was their favorite flower sending link. Although they were young, they had already figured out who to give the flowers to in every little brain.

The voting session began immediately. It was just the lunch break. The teachers who were not the head teacher gathered at the door of class two. They all liked Han Mo's songs. After all, the teachers were at school and would not chase for group photos like other fans when they saw idols, but they still wanted to make a fuss. Most importantly, they all agreed that Han Mo could not cook.

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

"The lack of food doesn't mean it's delicious, or there may be a small amount of food."

Hearing this, the teachers who were surprised just now withdrew their surprised expressions.

"I bet you that Han Mo will never have more than three flowers in this afternoon tea." Miss Tian put her hands around her chest. She was tall and stood at the back. She was confident that she would win the bet.

Ding Rou organized the children to line up. Xuanxuan grabbed the first place with a pink flower in her small hand. The little guy wanted to be the first to present flowers to her father. Her little heart was a little impatient.

As soon as the teacher said that the voting began, the little guy swished and rushed over and said loudly, "Dad, here are some flowers for you." The little guy's pink face was full of smiles, stretched out his small arm and handed Huahua to his father.

Han Mo bent down to pick up the flowers and touched the little guy's head with his other hand, "thank you, Xuanxuan."

After sending the flowers, the little guy ran to her father. She hoped that all the little friends could give the flowers to her father, because the food made by her father was the best.

"Uncle's dishes are really delicious. Give them to Huahua." The second child shyly handed Han mo the flowers in his hand.

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 might have happened. Teacher Liu joked, "there is another flower from the afternoon tea you invited." Although she said so, she felt that it was difficult for the third flower to fall into Han Mo's hands.

In the third place is Mengmeng. She is introverted and easy to be shy. Holding a small red flower in her hand, she walked to Han Mo shyly, "uncle, your song is really good, and the dishes are delicious." Then hold the flower in his hand high in front of Han mo.

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

Little tiger's mother's expression has changed. According to her expectation, everyone else will give her flowers except Xuanxuan. How can she receive two flowers in succession? She tries to comfort herself. Maybe it is because Mengmeng has a good relationship with Xuanxuan that she will give them to Xuanxuan's father. After thinking so, her mood is much calmer.

The teacher outside the door quietly cheered, "three, three, there is afternoon tea today."

Mr. Tian said, "Oh, it's afternoon tea. It's a little fun."

Although the teachers are very happy that Han Mo got the three flowers, they still don't believe he can win. It may be that the first three chose him by chance. They set their eyes on the fourth child.

Standing in the fourth position is Le Yan. Without hesitation, she handed Hua Hua to Han mo.

At this time, the teachers looked at each other strangely, and quickly moved their eyes to the next children.

The fifth, the sixth, the seventh... Without exception, they all gave the flowers to Han mo.

Mother tiger's face is very ugly. She tightly pursed the corners of her mouth.

"God, can Han Mo really cook, and it's delicious."

"Is there anything else on the plate? I'll try it later."

"No, who said just now, not because it's delicious, but because it's done less."

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

One by one, the children, Han Mo's hand has a big bunch of flowers. Xuanxuan takes her father's clothes without hiding her pride. Her pink face is happy to bloom. Said excitedly, "my father is the best."

The children have sent out the flowers, leaving only the last child in the team, Xiaohu.

Little tiger's chubby little hand held a red flower. He shook his fat body and walked slowly forward.

As the children kept offering flowers to Han Mo, the little tiger's mother standing aside had no hope, but there was no empty flower in her hand. She still felt very embarrassed. At this time, the little tiger came to them. The little tiger's mother's last hope came. She stared at the little tiger with an ordered eye.

Xiaohu didn't look up. The farther he went, the lower his head was. He deliberately didn't look at his mother's direction.

It was not a long way. He walked for a long time. Everyone's eyes fell on him in and outside the classroom.

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

The little tiger's face turned red. It seemed that he had made a great determination. He moved very hard and lifted the flower over his head.

The children clapped together, and the teachers outside the door opened their eyes and mouths.

Little tiger touched the back of his head and said with a simple smile, "uncle, what you made is the best of all the dishes I have eaten."

Han Mo leaned over to take the flowers and gently pinched Xiaohu's fat face, "thank you, Xiaohu."

Mother tiger's face turned blue.