Gourmet: Twins' Father and Chef of the Kindergarten

"Darling, seriously, tell me, are you sure these two patterns under your hands are of the adorable Peppa Pig and the gentle and lovely Pleasant Goat? No matter how I look at them—up, down, left, or right—they kind of look like... pink and white wavy oil barrels..."

The little girl silently shook her head, a helpless bitter smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"Huh? You say they look like pink and white oil barrels? No way!"

Her boyfriend, taken aback, re-evaluated his work. He felt that although the work wasn’t exquisite, it wasn’t as bad as his girlfriend claimed. He chuckled and said, "Oh, babe, I got it. Maybe I forgot to draw the nostrils!"

Saying that, he picked up the chocolate-colored cream and cautiously added two tiny and delicate nostrils to the front of the pink ’oil barrel.’ Then, with meticulous strokes, he outlined two round eyes on each side and didn’t forget to give the white ’oil barrel’ a pair of eyes and a mouth.

After completing this ’masterful’ touch-up...

He turned to his girlfriend with anticipation: "Babe, come take a look. Surely there’s some resemblance now, right?"

Looking at the two pieces, the little girl: "..."

Haha, you tell me?

It was already bad enough, but adding more just made it even more damn eye-searing...

Now, she needed a pair of eyes that hadn’t seen this.

At the same time, she had to admit that she had fully ’witnessed’ her boyfriend’s artistic talents, and silently mused: This guy, his artistic cells must have gone off to make gifts for aliens or something...

Meanwhile, the frosting artist lady standing next to Huang Jun stared at his "masterpiece" incredulously, exclaiming, "Sir, you have quite a skill! These designs are beautifully done. Are you a professional baker too?"

Huang Jun shot a gentle look at her and smiled humbly, "You’re too kind, I’m just a hobbyist who knows a bit about baking. Though I sometimes make pastries, this is my first try at frosting."

"So outstanding on your first try?"

The frosting artist lady had a complex expression that screamed "I haven’t read much, don’t trick me," mixed with some skepticism as she carefully examined Huang Jun, attempting to find unusual clues from this gentleman of extraordinary temperament.

Laughingly, Huang Jun explained, "Actually, I learned how to make sugar figurines before, and that experience gave me a good understanding of shaping and painting ingredients. I think that may have helped me with this frosting attempt."

"Oh? So you also mastered such a traditional skill! No wonder!"

The frosting artist lady finally understood and felt relieved.

After all, creating sugar figurines is indeed a high-difficulty art—far more sophisticated and intricate than decorating cakes!

Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary stay-at-home dad had such hidden talents?

It was truly surprising!

At this moment.

Her understanding of Huang Jun’s talents deepened, and her gaze at him held more admiration.

After all, in today’s world, there aren’t many people who can make sugar figurines. Even those who can are usually older people, like middle-aged uncles or grandpas.

But a young man like Huang Jun, who could settle down to learn and pass on these traditional crafts, is indeed rare and commendable...

Just then...

Huang Jun suddenly felt a gentle tug at the hem of his clothes.

He turned around in confusion, looking down...

Only to see a chubby little boy standing behind him, looking up with a tilted head.

Curiously, he asked, "Little friend, is there something you need?"

The little boy blushed when Huang Jun asked, a hint of awkwardness glittering in his eyes.

He sneaked a glance at his mom standing not far away, eyes full of pleading.

Seeing this scenario.

The little boy’s mom gave a wry smile, nodded towards Huang Jun, and explained, "Sir, my child especially loves the Peppa Pig and other cartoon characters you drew, he thinks they’re fabulous. He initially wanted me to draw an Ultraman on the cake, but... I struggle enough with puppies and kittens, let alone such a complex pattern... So he was wondering if you could help draw an Ultraman for him."

The little boy nodded his small head at his mom’s words, then looked at Huang Jun with anticipation.

Hoping he would say yes.

Faced with such innocent expectance, Huang Jun smiled warmly and readily agreed, "Of course, I’d be happy to help!"

The little boy’s eyes lit up like light bulbs instantly.

His mom also expressed her gratitude, "Thank you so much, we didn’t mean to trouble you!"

"Not at all!"

Huang Jun waved his hand with a smile and confirmed, "You want an Ultraman drawn, right?"

The mom nodded repeatedly, "Yes!"

Huang Jun responded understandingly, "Alright, no problem, leave it to me!"

Saying this, he turned to Qingqing and Weiwei, instructing, "Qingqing, Weiwei, you two stand here nicely, don’t move. Daddy’s going to help the little brother draw an Ultraman; I’ll be back soon, okay!"

Seeing the two little ones obediently nodding in agreement, he slowly walked over to the young mother’s table, mixing colorful creams while softly asking the little boy, "Little friend, which Ultraman do you like?"