Chapter 47： Qing Qing was kidnapped (1/2)

"Walking and walking, we are little ones holding hands, walking and walking, going on an outing together in the white clouds..."

The cheerful voice of children echoed over the kindergarten, bringing a joyful atmosphere.

Qingqing, Hanhan and another child, holding the little hand together, happily sang the picnic song taught by the teacher, each carrying a small bag, and queuing up to board the bus arranged by the school.

For this trip, considering safety issues, the school has allocated six teachers to the children in small classes.

In addition to the original four teachers, there are a total of ten teachers with twenty children, and one person can watch two of them, which is completely relaxed.

Fortunately, Han Han and Qing Qing were assigned to the same teacher.

This strange teacher has a cute baby face and looks very friendly.

When she talked with Qingqing and Hanhan, she also had equal attitudes. They treated them as friends. There was no general adult's superiority to children. Qingqing liked her very much when she first saw it.

"Teacher Tang, would you like to eat cookies?"

The way Qingqing expresses his likes to people is to share food.

"Thank you Qingqing."

Huatang did not refuse the children's sharing. After taking Qingqing's biscuits, he took out two small jellies from her bag and gave them to her and Han Han.

"Here, we exchange snacks."

"I want too, and I want to exchange snacks with the teacher."

Hanhan, who had consciously learned, held the jelly that Huatang had given, and pulled out a pack from her small backpack... and gave it to her.

"Uh……"

Holding the spicy strips, Huatang was somewhat speechless.

What's the matter with Hanhan's parents, how can they prepare something like spicy strips for children?

"What else is in Hanhanbao, the teacher will change you whatever you like, OK?"

Worried about the existence of bad food, Huatang could only find a way to coax Hanhan to hand it over.

Fortunately, Hanhan is a generous kid, so she directly gave her entire bag to Huatang.

Huatang took it over and turned it over. Sure enough, he found potato chips, carbonated drinks, spicy dried fish, and even a box of fried chicken?

It still feels warm to the touch, maybe Hanhan’s parents got up early to buy it, or they simply fried it for their children at home.

No matter how much thought was spent, the unsuitable things were unsuitable, and Huatang's stiff face was confiscated by Hanhan.

Of course, in order to be afraid of the children crying, she also took out some snacks from her backpack and put them back in Hanhan.

Think oneself

Han Han, who had completed a big deal, happily held the returned small bag and grinned, making Qingqing a little bit envious.

It is a pity that Huatang has not many things to exchange with Qingqing.

She would not eat the things confiscated from Hanhan, so she would take them back to Hanhan's parents when Qiuyou returned.

This is equivalent to directly subsidizing Hanhan half of her ration.

Fortunately, although the museum is not in the city center, the neighborhood is considered a bustling area. She can buy something to eat when she is hungry.

Upon arriving at the destination, Qingqing was led by Hua Tang and walked into the museum in a line.

The kindergarten has negotiated with the museum a long time ago. Today, the number of general visitors the museum receives will be deliberately reduced by half to avoid too many people, accidents, and injury to the children.

The things in the museum are things that Qingqing has never seen before. There are all kinds of weird insects, all kinds of precious animal specimens, and there are living small animals living here.

Said to be a museum, in fact, it is more like a combination of a museum and a zoo.

"Children, come here, everyone..."

As soon as she stepped into the bird exhibition hall, the narrator inside enthusiastically waved to them.

Huatang knowingly led the two children in, and stood with the others, visiting and listening to the explanation by the narrator.

"Do you know what kind of bird this is?"

The narrator projected the infrared pen in his hand onto a picture scroll on the wall, and everyone looked over.

Unlike other exhibits that have specimens or photographs on other booths, this exhibit is just a painting, which looks like a very old painting.

After years of baptism, the original white drawing paper has become weather-beaten sallow.

However, the pattern on the painting is still lifelike, the bird standing on the branch is so agile as if it will come out of the painting in the next second, and Han Han and others can't help but widen their eyes in amazement.

Even the teacher is no exception.

"Qing Qing knows." Qing Qing enthusiastically raised her little hand to reply: "This is a bird."

"Hahaha... the kid is so cute, this is indeed a little bird." Qing Qing said nothing wrong, but still amused the commentator.

"But, this is not a normal bird." She deliberately sold it.

"What kind of bird is that?" a curious little fatton asked cooperatively.

"It's called Zhumengniao. In the legend, people who meet this bird can dream of it if they can get blessings from it. That's why they have this name."

"Wow--!!!"

Kids are good

Deception, a commentary that has no real evidence at all can fool them one by one.

"If... if Hanhan could meet Zhu Mengniao, it would be great."

Hanhan looked longing, Huatang saw this and couldn't help but curiously asked: "When I met Zhu Mengniao, what wish would Hanhan make?"

"Hanhan wants to be a little beauty who can't eat fat all her life!"

Huatang: "..."

This... is really an ideal exquisite foodie.

"What about Qingqing?"