That's right.
Standing in front of the small pot, Huang Jun was at it again with new movements.
He laid out a row of bamboo sticks on the cutting board, holding a spoon, he lightly danced it over the bamboo sticks.
The thick syrup seemed to have been given life, transforming into golden threads, slowly sliding onto the cutting board.
Quickly.
One exquisite, dazzling pattern after another appeared before everyone's eyes.
A dragon soaring through clouds and mist!
A noble and beautiful phoenix!
A panda playing with bamboo, a little dog with a ball in its mouth...
What is art?
Art is not merely confined to music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
At this moment, Huang Jun was the artist at the dining table, painting beautiful pictures for all the children with syrup, turning ordinary syrup into extraordinary art pieces.
This scene left Aunt Lin and Aunt Li with their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time, until Huang Jun finished drawing patterns on all the bamboo sticks on the non-stick board, they finally came back to their senses.
With admiration written all over their eyes.
Aunt Li praised, "Chef Huang, you are so amazing, you can even draw dragons and phoenixes, and they look so lifelike..."
Huang Jun smiled, "Aunt Li, don't flatter me too much, or I might start floating with pride."
"But you really are amazing!"
Aunt Li insisted, "I remember when I was young, there were always sugar figure masters setting up stalls at our school gate, but those people were mostly elderly masters. Chef Huang, you're so young, it's impressive enough that your cooking is delicious, but being able to make sugar figures so well is truly remarkable and rare."
Aunt Lin couldn't help but curiously ask, "Chef Huang, are you a descendant of some sugar figure master? Otherwise, how could you make such beautiful sugar figures?"
"..."
"Aunt Lin, I'm not a descendant of any sugar figure master."
"Then this skill of yours..."
"I learned it online."
"???"
Upon hearing this, Aunt Lin and Aunt Li were both taken aback.
Learning online could result in such vivid sugar figures?
They also often learned cooking from others online, but the results always ended up as, "looks easy when you watch, but fails when you try..."
Uh...
This might be the difference between ordinary people and professional chefs...
Aunt Li and Aunt Lin chuckled, "Of course, you studied to be a chef, so you naturally learn easily and do it perfectly."
"I studied finance in college."
"Ah? You mean you also learned those dishes online?"
"Yes!"
"..."
Aunt Lin and Aunt Li were vexed.
They initially thought it was just a professional gap, but now it seems it's just a matter of talent...
No wonder they had been cooking for decades, yet the taste still left something to be desired...
This is all due to a lack of talent...
Realizing this point made them even more frustrated!
Unaware of the significant impact his words had on the two kitchen staff, Huang Jun continued making sugar figures while saying, "Aunt Lin, Aunt Li, once I make a few more, let's take them together to the children…"
...
In the Classroom of Class (4).
Xie Jianing brought in several more children, most of whom she carried directly into the classroom.
The slightly better-behaved ones stopped crying upon seeing the toys as they were immediately attracted to them.
But some kept crying non-stop.
As the classroom filled with more kids, Qingqing and Weiwei couldn't help but furrow their little brows, finding these kids too noisy.
It wasn't just them feeling it was noisy!
It was Wang Wenxia, who was trying to soothe multiple children at once, who felt it was so loud that her head ached terribly, and at the same time, felt utterly overwhelmed: there was just no end to comforting them...
When will this end!
Even though only half an hour had passed since the start of school, it felt like an eternity to her.
Fortunately, as the children were almost all settled, Xie Jianing didn't go out again but stayed in the classroom to help soothe the kids, otherwise, Wang Wenxia couldn't handle it alone.
What a headache!
She thought of the little expert in comforting kids…Huang Jun.
Hoping he could come quickly to help deal with these little criers.
But no matter how she waited, there was no sign of him.
She couldn't help but feel a bit worried.
Worried that Huang Jun said he would make sugar figures for the kids just casually?
What if...
If Nannan and Jiajia ask later, what should she say?
Imagining these kids discovering they were stood up, they would surely cry in front of them.
And the crying wouldn't easily be stopped…
Ugh!
Just thinking about it made her head hurt.
But on second thought, since Huang Jun made a pinky promise with these kids, he shouldn't be just fooling them, right?
After all, he is such a responsible person, he wouldn't easily break his promise.
Originally, she should have gone to the kitchen to check, but given the current situation, she simply couldn't get away.
Feeling helpless.
She felt someone tugging at her sleeve, and when she turned her head, it was Nannan.
The little one whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "Teacher, when will the uncle come? When can Nannan eat the sugar figures?"
Wang Wenxia: "..."
Xie Jianing: "..."
"Soon, soon, the uncle is already making them, and once they are ready, he'll bring them over."
Wang Wenxia wasn't sure whether Huang Jun kept his promise to make them, but she still bit the bullet to reassure, "Nannan, be good, go back to your seat, and when uncle brings them, the teacher will call you over to get it, okay?"
Nannan hesitantly expressed his concern, "Teacher, the uncle won't lie to Nannan, will he?"
Wang Wenxia: "..."
Xie Jianing: "..."
The current batch of children is not easily fooled…
"He won't, he won't, Uncle Huang Jun never lies to children."
Nannan pouted, "But my dad tricks me like this..."
It's no wonder he thinks this way, as he often got duped by his dad, every time his dad would make a pinky promise and then just let it slide without further follow-up.
Therefore, when the sugar figures from Huang Jun had been delayed, he began to doubt Huang Jun's promise.
"He won't, my daddy always keeps his word, whatever he promises, he'll definitely do." Qingqing, not liking her father being misunderstood, bravely stood up and retorted.
Weiwei also nodded, agreeing with Qingqing's words, "Yes, my dad has never lied to us either, whatever he promises, he will do, he will make sugar figures for you to eat."
Even though they had never tasted their father's sugar figures, they unconditionally trusted their dad.
Nannan was truly intimidated by the two sisters' momentum and didn't dare to make a sound, pouting, looking at them as if he wanted to cry but didn't dare to.
Huh?
How strange?
Why do they both look exactly alike?
What's going on?
This belated realization left him clueless about which of the sisters was which, and temporarily made him forget about crying...
Nearing nine-thirty.
Huang Jun finally finished the required amount of sugar figures and also took on the task of delivering them to the small class (4).