Gourmet: Twins' Father and Chef of the Kindergarten

Chapter 605: Chapter 509: As Thin as Paper, Yet So Even—Simply Amazing

As mid-December arrives, the chill of winter quietly intensifies, and the temperature gradually drops, as if every wisp of air has crystallized into ice, its touch chilling to the bone.

In this season, the day grudgingly shortens, while night greedily lengthens, wrapping the world in a deep shade of bluish-purple.

And today, coinciding with the Winter Solstice, the day with the shortest daylight and longest night of the year, even the sun seems unwilling to show up early, hesitant to rise.

In this cold morning.

Huang Jun holding Qingqing and Weiwei’s small hands, slowly stepped out of the community gate.

Instantly.

A more biting wind hit them head-on, carrying with it the unique chill of winter, causing their family of three to shiver involuntarily.

Looking around, the trees along the street gently swayed in the wind, and the dead leaves, like fragments of time, danced gracefully on the ground, spinning tales of the quietness and solitude unique to winter.

Originally, the journey to the kindergarten wasn’t far. Walking not only allowed them to enjoy some parent-child time and exercise, but also to savor the fresh morning air. Little did they expect today’s cold to be so biting, regretting not driving the Wuling van along.

But to go back for the car now was obviously not a good idea.

"Qingqing, Weiwei, come, let Dad carry you a part of the way..."

Huang Jun said, squatting down to adjust the two little ones’ collars carefully, then gently lifted them up, setting off onto the path to Dorami Kindergarten.

"Daddy, am I heavy?"

Qingqing nestled in his warm embrace, eyes sparkling with concern.

Mainly worried that Dad would be tired!

Huang Jun’s lips curled into a doting smile, shaking his head lightly, "Not heavy, not heavy at all. Holding my little Qingqing is like having a warm little sun in my arms, no matter how cold it gets, I feel endlessly warm."

Weiwei, seeing this, refused to be outdone, gently tugging at Huang Jun’s lapel, raising her innocent little face to ask in her tender voice, "Daddy, what about me? Am I not heavy too?"

"Of course not!"

Huang Jun looked down, meeting Weiwei’s smiling face, answering indulgently, "Both of you are Daddy’s little darlings. Holding you is like having two little suns, wherever I go, my heart is warm."

Though the two little darlings were getting heavier, making the embrace more challenging, for Huang Jun, it wasn’t a problem. His strength was more than enough to handle it easily.

Hearing she was one of Daddy’s "little suns," Qingqing immediately acted, her tiny hand covering Huang Jun’s face, laughing, "Daddy, your face is cold, let me warm it up for you~"

And truly.

A child’s warmth is indeed strong. As soon as her tiny hands covered him, Huang Jun felt like his face was wrapped in two warm pockets.

Really warm!

"Daddy, let me warm your face... Hmm... I’ll warm your forehead instead!"

Weiwei was eager to join but seeing Qingqing’s hands already on Huang Jun’s cheeks, she settled for covering his forehead.

Lucky she didn’t say to cover Huang Jun’s eyes, or he would be navigating through the winter wind blindly.

Feeling the children’s pure warmth, happiness filled Huang Jun’s heart. He laughed, "Truly my two warm little padded jackets~"

"Heehee~"

Qingqing and Weiwei exchanged a smile, their innocent joy spreading through the air.

Reaching the kindergarten gate,

The two little ones hopped down from Huang Jun’s arms, cheerfully greeting Yang Yuxi and Xie Jianing as usual, "Miss Yang, Miss Xie, good morning!"

"Qingqing, Weiwei, good morning!"

Yang Yuxi and Xie Jianing replied with smiles, waving at them before each taking the little hands, "Let’s go into the classroom, okay!"

"Thank you for your hard work, teachers..."

Huang Jun expressed his gratitude gracefully, waving to the teachers and the children, intending to head towards the kitchen, when Yang Yuxi’s gentle voice stopped him, "Qingqing’s Dad, could you spare a moment? I have something to discuss privately with you."

Before Huang Jun could respond, she had naturally taken hold of his sleeve, leading him to a quiet corner.

"Miss Yang, what do you need to discuss with me?"

Huang Jun asked curiously, with a hint of confusion.

Yang Yuxi lowered her gaze slightly, a blush creeping up her cheeks, softly speaking, "It’s like this: on the first of next month, which is January 6th, it’s my dad’s birthday. He’s always praised your cooking highly and wishes to one day taste your culinary skills firsthand. So, I’ve taken the liberty to ask if you could come to our home that day to help prepare a special birthday feast, giving him an unexpected surprise. It means a lot to me..."

She clasped her hands together, with an expression of "please, please," her gaze full of anticipation as she looked at Huang Jun.

"So that’s the happy occasion."

On hearing this, Huang Jun’s face broke into a warm smile, nodding lightly in agreement, "Of course, I can."

"Thank you so much, Qingqing’s Dad!"

Joy and gratitude shone in Yang Yuxi’s eyes, "Then it’s settled, I will personally come to pick you up, and Qingqing and Weiwei, too."