Before long, Teacher Li returned.
The kitchen staff had agreed.
Lu Xiyao let out a cheer.
Lu Qin brought over the pork and some seasonings, then followed Teacher Li toward the kitchen.
Lu Xiyao also trotted after Lu Qin on her short little legs.
As long as Lu Qin was there, she did not want to be apart from him.
There was one head chef and three assistants in the kitchen.
Lunch had already been prepared, and they were all free, leisurely cleaning up the stovetops.
When Lu Qin entered the kitchen carrying the meat and vegetables, everyone looked him over curiously.
He was Lu Xiyao's dad?
He did not look like someone who could cook.
Over the past two days, little Lu Xiyao had brought her own lunch, making the other children drool with envy.
All the kindergarten teachers knew about it.
Later, word had even reached the kitchen.
They had been curious. It was just Fried Rice Noodles—how delicious could it possibly be?!
The head chef nodded at Lu Qin and said expressionlessly,
"You can use this stove and the kitchenware. If you need someone to lend a hand, these three young men can help."
"Thank you, but I can manage on my own. I'm just making one or two home-cooked dishes for my daughter."
As Lu Qin spoke, he got to work.
The head chef and the three assistants watched from the side.
The food at Starlight Kindergarten was considered quite good, with plenty of substantial dishes that looked, smelled, and tasted excellent.
Unlike other kindergartens, their dishes were not bland and oil-free.
No soy sauce, no MSG, all under the lofty banner of healthy carbohydrates, protein, and dietary fiber.
If children did not even have an appetite, how were they supposed to grow up healthy and