Lu Xiyao's boyfriend?
Lu Qin raised an eyebrow and glanced at the little boy with a runny nose.
The little girl who was busy gobbling up her food heard the comment, turned her head, and rolled her eyes at the boy.
"Li Junjie, don't talk nonsense~!"
"I barely even know you~! And I've never touched your robot toy dog~!"
With that, she turned back and continued to chow down.
The other kids happily trotted over, bringing their own plates with them.
There was no helping it—after the three teachers hurriedly shoveled a few bites into their mouths, they joined Lu Qin in helping serve the children.
"Everyone line up properly. If you cut in line or don't queue up, you don't get to eat!"
At that, a few greedy kids who had charged ahead screeched to a halt and obediently got in line.
Seeing the other kids about to share her food, Lu Xiyao quickly picked up the pace.
Where it was originally one bite of meat for each bite of rice, it became two bites of meat per bite of rice.
Lu Qin and Teacher Li couldn't help laughing.
But with over twenty kids in total, the three dishes Lu Qin made were clearly not enough to go around.
They had to reduce the portions.
Each child got one piece of Twice-Cooked Pork, a small spoonful of tomato scrambled eggs, and a bit of chicken breast.
The main purpose was just to give the kids a taste—after all, their trays already had food on them.
"Uncle, can I have one more piece of Twice-Cooked Pork?"
Teacher Li immediately said, "Nope. Just a little taste is enough. You still have to eat your own food."
Some kids, spoon in hand, would eat whatever Lu Qin put on their tray right on the spot.
"Mmm~! So yummy~! This meat is so fragrant~!"
Their eyes sparkled with joy.
"All right, next!"
When it was Li Junjie's turn, Lu Qin smiled faintly.
"Here, eat a little more."
He gave him a whole chopstick's worth of garlic sprouts, tomatoes, and garlic cloves—double the portion.
Little Li Junjie's face fell. "Uncle, there's no meat~!"
"This is meat," Lu Qin said, pointing at the garlic cloves.
Because the sauce was so dark, it was hard to tell the garlic from the chicken breast.
"Really? Wow! There's so much meat!"
"Thank you, Uncle."
Li Junjie cheerfully returned to his seat.
He took a bite of garlic. The texture felt… off, but the sauce was delicious.
Still, it wasn't quite the same joy as the kids who got actual Twice-Cooked Pork.
Lu Qin's three dishes were only enough for half the kids. The trays were already empty.
Leaning back in her chair, Lu Xiyao rubbed her full belly in satisfaction.
"Ah~! I'm stuffed~! Hiccup~!"
Lu Qin helped wipe her mouth.
But there were still a dozen kids who didn't get any of Lu Qin's food.
They stood in line with their plates, staring teary-eyed at the empty serving trays.
In kindergarten, everything—whether playing or eating—had to be fair and equal.
Otherwise, the kids who missed out would feel very upset.
And when they felt wronged, they cried.
Sure enough, some kids started crying.
"Waaah~! The Twice-Cooked Pork is gone~! I haven't had any yet~!"
"Uncle~! I want your meat too~! Sob sob sob~!"
"Teacher Li~! I want meat~! I want meat~!"
"Li Junjie got some meat, so I want some too~!"
A whole chorus of wailing erupted.
Teacher Li tried to comfort them, but the more she talked, the louder the crying got.
"Wang Xiurui, didn't you already get some meat? Why are you in the crying crowd now?"
Teacher Li was speechless—this was getting out of control!
She had no choice but to look to Lu Qin for help.
"I'll head back to the kitchen again."
Lu Qin stood up. These little foodies weren't going to stop until they got their meat.
Lu Qin returned to the kitchen. The head chef and others had already heard about the crying chaos in the cafeteria.
Oh my!
Just how good must Lu Qin's cooking be to make the kids crave it this badly?
The chefs were noticeably more respectful now.
"Yaoyao's dad, still making Twice-Cooked Pork?"
"Mm."
The head chef perked up and then asked a little sheepishly:
"Um, ahem… Yaoyao's dad, can I record your cooking process? I'd love to learn a few things."
He pulled out his phone.
"Go ahead, be my guest."
Lu Qin didn't mind.
He didn't have time to formally teach anyone, but he wasn't stingy about letting others observe.
He quickly whipped up another batch of Garlic Sprout Twice-Cooked Pork and Garlic Chicken Breast. The portions were still generous.
As soon as the dishes were brought back to the cafeteria, the crying stopped instantly.
The kids' eyes lit up, all staring at the freshly stir-fried meat.
Teacher Li pinched a few kids' cheeks, exasperated.
"You little drama kings and queens!"
Even without being told, the kids had already lined up neatly.
"Teacher Li, I'll help serve too!"
Having eaten her fill, Lu Xiyao offered to help—she wanted something to do.
Lu Qin figured it was time to leave. If he stayed any longer, he might end up making a third trip to the kitchen.
After rubbing cheeks with his little one, Lu Qin left the kindergarten.
A group of kids came pattering after him.
"Uncle, will you come again tomorrow?"
"Uncle, I want to eat your Twice-Cooked Pork again tomorrow!"
"Uncle, bye-bye! I'll take care of Lu Xiyao. I'll give her half my apple this afternoon!"
"Uncle, where's your food stall? I'll tell my dad to go buy your Stir-Fried Rice Noodles and Twice-Cooked Pork!"
…
The security guard at the gate was stunned, forgetting to open the school gate when Lu Qin approached.
"Yaoyao's dad, you're amazing. Just one dish and you've conquered the whole kindergarten!"
"These kids are pretty adorable."
The security guard opened the electric gate.
"Where's your stall? I definitely have to stop by sometime!"
"It's not a fixed location. You can join the message group."
The security guard was surprised. "Huh? You have a group? I'll join!"
Lu Qin pulled out his phone and approved the request.
The guard's eyes widened.
"F-Five hundred and sixty-seven members?!"
"Whoa! That's a crazy amount of popularity!"
Then again, with food this good, it'd be strange if he wasn't popular!
Lu Qin got on his three-wheeled cart and returned to his rental home to prep for the afternoon's stall.
From that day on, there was a new dish on his menu—Chicken Tofu Pudding.
Thanks to the system's freshness-locking thermal box, he could prepare the Chicken Tofu Pudding at home and sell it as a ready-made item.
The taste wouldn't be affected.
Chicken Tofu Pudding was a complex dish. Though it was a traditional Sichuan specialty, few people still made it.
And among those who could make it well—fewer still.
Most people had never even seen it on a restaurant menu, let alone tasted it.
Many didn't even know what it was supposed to look like.
Lu Qin prepared a large pot, since the first step in making Chicken Tofu Pudding was brewing an aromatic broth from an old hen.
Normally, it would take five hours of slow simmering.
Gentle, prolonged heat was needed to draw out the full essence of the chicken meat and bones—highlighting the nutritional value of the old hen's broth.
But these days, with people living comfortably and well-fed, there's rarely a lack of nutrition.
So Lu Qin shortened the process.
He first pan-fried the chicken skin and fat to release its aroma, then added chicken bones and seasonings, simmering it hot-pot style.
This method produced a broth with a richer fragrance.
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