The group of children was already lively enough, but Yang Yi's appearance pushed the atmosphere to a climax!
"Xi Xi's daddy!"
"Uncle Yang Yi!"
"Uncle Yang!"
"The uncle who can cook!"
Xixi's "PaPa" was covered by all kinds of strange names. More than twenty children surrounded Yang Yi one after another. Their black eyes were full of curiosity and expectation. They jumped up and down in joy, showing the liveliness and energy that their age should have.
Of course, it was also a little frightening!
After sending Yun Yang Feng off, Yang Yi rushed over to find Xi Xi. He was a little anxious and did not bring the snacks and desserts that he had prepared for the children. Now that he was surrounded, his hands were empty and he looked awkward.
However, this was not what the children were concerned about!
"Uncle Yang, I want to eat pig trotters too." Little Bell Ding Ling's voice was soft and a little shy, but it was like a stone that stirred up a thousand ripples. The children nodded their heads, even Lu Weisha was looking forward to it eagerly.
Yesterday, which was Monday, Yang Yi had specially bought an insulated lunch box and filled it with some pig trotters and ginger vinegar for Xi Xi to share with her friends at the kindergarten.
Because there was a lot of it, not only did the children who often played with Xi Xi taste it, but three boys also came over to get a piece.
Everything else aside, the sweet and sour taste was definitely a child's favorite!
The news of how delicious the pig trotters were spread among the children in Springfield Kindergarten's upper class, but most of the children could only listen to other children's descriptions while drooling.
Ding Ling, who did not have anything to eat at that time, could only remember this' important thing 'as she smelled the aroma and watched Lan Xin eat heartily.
Among them, the one who was least anxious was Lan Xin.
The chubby girl giggled and whispered into Xi Xi's ear, "Xi Xi, let's not tell them that I ate at your house, okay?"
After Lan Xin found out that Xi Xi's house had such delicious pig trotters, she left her father last night and ran over to Xi Xi's house to eat and drink. Of course, this was also a daily occurrence.
After that, Boss Lan called Yang Yi to ask for the recipe, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She complained that Fu Jun didn't tell her the recipe, but that didn't need to be explained in detail.
Xi Xi felt that this was a little secret between her and Lan Xin. The little girl smiled and nodded.
Facing this scene, Yang Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could he take care of all these little fellows? I'm not running a restaurant. Besides, Yang Yi didn't think of this.
"Ahem, I can't bring the pig trotters over, but this afternoon, uncle will treat you all to a delicious hot pot, okay?" Yang Yi's mind turned and he said, "Then, if you still want to eat pig trotters, uncle can tell your parents how to make this dish. Then, if you want to eat it in the future, you can ask your parents to make it!"
It had to be said that the children were quite easy to satisfy. When they heard that there was hot pot for lunch and that they were going to eat a big meal, they all forgot about the pig trotters and let go of Yang Yi in satisfaction. They giggled and looked for their next target of interest.
On the other hand, Ding Ling, perhaps because she grew up in a single-parent family with only one father at home and her father was very busy with work, the little girl was more insecure. She felt that Yang Yi was very close and reached out her hand to ask Yang Yi to hold her hand.
Yang Yi didn't mind. He held Ding Ling's little hand and said to Teacher Mu, "How are the children's studies? Have you arranged who will sing each part? "
This scene was inadvertently seen by Xi Xi, who was showing her friends in front of them. The little girl suddenly felt a little jealous. If it were Lan Xin or Yang Luoqi, she wouldn't have such a big reaction, but Ding Ling and Xi Xi were not close. They were just ordinary friends!
The little girl pursed her lips and thought with some grievances,
PaPa doesn't even hold my hand!
How can he hold another girl's hand?
You can't hold another girl's hand! Well, except for Mom … and Brother … Brother doesn't seem to be a girl?
I don't care!
Xi Xi let go of Yang Luoqi's hand and ran to her father's side. She pouted and reached out to her father, saying, "PaPa, I want you to hold my hand."
Yang Yi looked down at his daughter. He didn't think too much. He smiled slightly, took Xi Xi's little hand with his empty right hand, and continued to talk with Teacher Mu.
Xi Xi didn't care much about what the adults said. She was held by her father, so she took the opportunity to grab one of her father's fingers. Only then did she feel a little relieved.
It seemed that if her father was going to be taken away, she would hold her father's hand and her father would not disappear!
The little girl looked at Ding Ling with some hostility, but Ding Ling did not notice this. She was curiously looking around the recording studio that they had just been led to with the rest of the group. There were so many instruments and equipment that the children were dazzled by them.
Of course, Xi Xi's little thought came and went quickly.
After Yang Yi let go of their hands at the same time, Xi Xi didn't deliberately stick to her father. Instead, she looked at her father with some admiration. Like a leader or a teacher, she walked to all the children and talked to them.
"Children, just now Teacher Mu told Uncle Yang that you all learned to sing the 'Song of the Pig', right?" Yang Yi clapped his hands and asked with a smile.
"We know how to sing it!" As if they were fighting to answer, the children all rushed to answer.
It wasn't just the little boys who were so enthusiastic. The little girls hadn't reached the age of being reserved yet. At this time, they excitedly shouted even harder than the little boys!
They didn't just answer. For example, Chen Shiyun, an absolute activist, even sang loudly in order to show off. "Pig, your nose has two holes …"
It was as if a fire had been lit in oil. The children all rushed to sing.
Even Ding Ling, who was a little shy before, followed. "When you had a cold, you still had snot and cow cow …"
Although the lyrics of this song were different, because it was catchy and very interesting, the children all remembered the first few verses and could sing it casually. The last few verses weren't a problem. As long as someone led them, they could also vaguely follow along.
Yang Luoqi and Xi Xi, the two little girls who loved to dance, even twisted their little buttocks and performed the simple pig dance that the choreographer and Teacher Shen had taught them. They couldn't stop giggling.
Mo Xiaojuan and Xiao Ai, who were accompanying the children at the back, couldn't help but shake their heads with a smile when they saw the lively children and their interesting appearances when they sang.
After they finished singing, Yang Yi asked everyone to applaud the children and said with a smile, "You all sang very well. In a while, Teacher Mu will divide you into groups. Each of you will sing the designated verses with the children in your group, okay? This is Teacher Jin. Teacher Jin will teach you how to sing better! "
Yang Yi even pulled Jin Yingming out. Jin Yingming looked at the group of children and felt a little headache. He had been a music producer for so many years, but he had never served so many children.
However, the boss had ordered him to participate in the recording of such an interesting song. Jin Yingming braced himself and waved to the children with a smile.
"Hello, Teacher Jin!" The children were very polite and shouted one after another.
However, it was not easy to deal with so many children. Before the recording started, they were excited and curious to explore the recording studio.
Although they had just met, Chen Shiyun dared to point to the console and ask Jin Yingming, "Teacher Jin, what is this? Is this microphone used to record songs? "
There was also Wang Xijuan. He remembered his question outside and Xi Xi's answer, so he ran to Jin Yingming, pulled Jin Yingming's sleeve, and asked, "Teacher Jin, are you the Uncle Jin that Xi Xi mentioned? Do you know how to play the strange zither outside? "
How could Wang Xijuan remember the name of that zither?
The group of children chattered, and Jin Yingming, who liked to listen to songs quietly, almost collapsed.
Would the recording go smoothly?
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