At this moment, Huang Jun arrived at the entrance of the small (4) kindergarten class with Qingqing and Weiwei.
The classroom was filled with the sound of crying.
To be precise, the entire floor was filled with the cries of children.
Huang Jun felt at a loss.
He barely escaped the cries at the school gate, yet he still couldn't escape the cries inside the classroom...
He braced himself and led his two little ones into the classroom.
He saw caregiver Wang Wenxia holding the two most tearful children, comforting them, while other kids sat on chairs, playing with toys and occasionally sniffing.
Just looking at this scene made his head hurt.
At this moment, he only hoped that his two little ones wouldn't be led astray by these little crybabies...
Fortunately, the two little ones still remembered his words that "good children don't cry," merely tilting their heads to look at the crying children, remaining curious and still not understanding why they were crying.
"Qingqing, Weiwei are here..."
Wang Wenxia noticed Huang Jun and his daughters entering, greeted them with a smile, and continued to comfort the two little crybabies she was holding: "Nannan, Jiajia, be good, don't cry, mommy will pick you up after school. Would you like to play with toys together with sister Qingqing and sister Weiwei now?"
Wang Wenxia wasn't sure which were older, the two children in her arms or Qingqing and Weiwei, she was just coaxing them casually.
Unfortunately.
The two little crybabies didn't listen to her, they just kept crying.
Crying even more fiercely!
This left Wang Wenxia with less time to attend to Huang Jun and the others, as she handed tissues to wipe the tears of the two little crybabies.
Actually, the new students starting kindergarten can be divided into several types: one type starts crying and fussing at the entrance of the kindergarten; another starts normally but cries searching for their parents once they realize they aren't in the classroom; and there's a type that hasn't cried yet, but might suddenly start crying at some point in the future.
Of course, there are children who don't cry, like Qingqing and Weiwei.
However, such children are indeed rare.
Even in the middle class, some children still couldn't help but cry after returning from a summer break.
Huang Jun saw that his two little ones weren't affected, and felt slightly relieved, but still wasn't at ease given the situation inside the classroom.
So, he tried comforting the two little crybabies: "Nannan, Jiajia, don't cry. If you don't cry, uncle will make sugar figures for you to eat later, okay?"
Yes indeed.
Making sugar figures for the kids was an idea he suddenly had at the school gate.
He remembered that in his childhood, craftsmen making sugar figures were often seen around the streets and school gates.
But now, the figures of those craftsmen have almost vanished.
Previously, when taking Qingqing and Weiwei to the park, they encountered an old craftsman making sugar figures there, attracting the attention of many children.
Qingqing and Weiwei were no exception!
He remembered they both chose rabbit-shaped sugar figures at that time.
Unfortunately, they never saw that craftsman again when returning to the park later.
When Qingqing and Weiwei heard the mention of "sugar figures," their beautiful eyes couldn't help but flash with a gleam of excitement.
They really wanted to eat them~
However, Nannan and Jiajia looked up with a cry in their throats, saying, "Boo hoo, I want mommy, not sugar figures..."
Huang Jun didn't get discouraged, taking out his phone and showing them pictures and videos of sugar figures.
The two little crybabies were immediately attracted to the sugar figure pictures in his phone, forgetting to cry and merely sniffling softly.
Even the kids sitting on chairs couldn't resist their curiosity, craning their little necks to join in looking, forgetting to sniffle.
This made the classroom much quieter.
Huang Jun asked with a smile, "So, do you two want to eat sugar figures now?"
Nannan and the others pursed their lips, the desire written all over their faces, and then they nodded.
Huang Jun continued, "If you want to eat them, you have to listen to your teacher and not cry. If you can do that, uncle will go to the kitchen and make them for you shortly, and then bring them to you, okay?"
Nannan and the others still nodded.
"It's a promise then, we'll pinky swear."
Huang Jun pinky swore with each of them and stamped it.
Wang Wenxia, seeing Huang Jun stop the crybabies from crying with one move, admired him sincerely.
She felt after six years of being a caregiver, she couldn't comfort children as well as Huang Jun...
Feeling Huang Jun was a parenting expert hindered by being a chef.
She smiled and thanked him: "Wang Wenxia smiled and thanked him: "Qingqing's dad, if it wasn't for you, I would really be at a loss."
"No need to be so polite!"
After speaking, Huang Jun said goodbye first.
But before leaving, he didn't forget to say a few words to his two daughters.
Watching his back, Qingqing and Weiwei slightly curled the corners of their mouths, clearly unwilling, but they didn't cry and ask to follow him. They knew he was going to make sugar figures, so with anticipation, they went to play with their toys comfortably.
Soon.
They welcomed a new classmate, carried in tearfully by Xie Jianing.
"Boo hoo hoo... I want mommy... boo... I don't want to go to kindergarten... boo hoo hoo..."
"Lingling, be good, don't cry, mommy will pick you up after school this afternoon."
After comforting, Xie Jianing placed Lingling nearby to sit, gesturing to Wang Wenxia to help comfort, and prepared to go out to meet other children.
But suddenly, she noticed Nannan and Jiajia, who had cried the hardest, weren't crying anymore, only sniffling occasionally.
Even the other children were quiet, focused on fiddling with their toys.
What happened?
She initially thought Wang Wenxia comforted them, smiling to compliment: "Teacher Wang, not bad, you actually got these little crybabies to calm down so quickly."
"It wasn't me who did it!"
Wang Wenxia didn't take credit, truthfully saying, "It was Qingqing's dad."
Xie Jianing felt a bit surprised, but considering Huang Jun had raised Qingqing and Weiwei to be so obedient and sensible, he surely had some skills in parenting.
Just curious about what method he used to stop these crybabies from crying.
"Teacher Wang, how did he do it?"
"He said if they don't cry, he'll make sugar figures for them to eat!"
"Ah? Tempting with food? But hey, that can work!"
Xie Jianing's face showed sudden realization, thinking this method wasn't bad.
But then she thought, making sugar figures requires considerable skill, though Huang Jun is a chef, could he really do it well?
When she returned to the school gate and shared how Huang Jun calmed the crybabies with Yang Yuxi and other teachers, they all showed puzzled expressions.
Is Qingqing's dad really that amazing?
He even knows how to make sugar figures?
Could he simply be bluffing the kids?
However, knowing Huang Jun well, Yang Yuxi knew he was someone who follows through on his words and wouldn't bluff the kids.
She suddenly understood the method Huang Jun mentioned earlier at the school gate.
Although she worried a bit about Huang Jun's craftsmanship—what if the kids don't like it?
Given the nature of children, they're bound to cry if disappointed...