roccoschili Chapter 244: Double Ninth Festival (6)
Chapter 244: Double Ninth Festival (6)
After the children finished their snack, I walked over to them, smiling, ready to lead these adorable little angels through the wonderful process of making chrysanthemum wine yesterday. But this time, there was a twist: before we started, I quietly opened the kindergarten's exclusive Bilin account and began a unique livestream.
As the livestream unfolded, I watched as the screen scrolled with enthusiastic messages and greetings from viewers from all over. Those warm and encouraging words flowed like a stream of pure water, slowly flowing into my heart and filling me with joy and satisfaction.
At that moment, a small figure suddenly appeared in front of the camera—it was the adorable and lively Maggie! Blinking her large, watery eyes, she greeted the audience in her sweet, angelic voice, "Hello everyone!" Instantly, the entire livestream seemed to ignite, with countless comments of praise pouring down like snowflakes, adorning the screen with extraordinary splendor. Some praised Maggie for her intelligence, cleverness, and understanding; others exclaimed, "She's a little angel on earth, melting everyone's hearts." Faced with such an enthusiastic response, Maggie smiled brightly, like a flower in full bloom under the sun.
I smiled, patted Maggie's head, and motioned for her to stand aside. Then, I picked up the chrysanthemums I'd prepared in advance, presented them to the camera, and said, "Hey everyone, these are the essential ingredients for making chrysanthemum wine: fresh chrysanthemums." Then, a special message caught my attention. The messager, claiming to be an experienced Chinese medicine practitioner, reminded me that there are many varieties of chrysanthemums, and that the Hangbai variety is the most suitable for winemaking. I quickly thanked this enthusiastic netizen.
Then, the children gathered around and began washing the chrysanthemums according to the instructions. Maggie was particularly enthusiastic, carefully fiddling with the petals with her small hands, occasionally looking up at the camera and smiling sweetly. With everyone's concerted efforts, the chrysanthemums were completely processed. Next came the addition of glutinous rice and fermented yeast. Each child carefully added the ingredients, as if completing a sacred task. Finally, I sealed the container and said happily to the camera, "Okay, now we just wait for time to brew our delicious chrysanthemum wine."
At this moment, Zi Xuan raised her tender little hand high and shouted in a clear voice: "Teacher, we have just tasted the delicious Chongyang cake! In this case, can we make some Chongyang cake by ourselves and give them as gifts to the kind grandparents in the live broadcast room?" As soon as the words fell, the children around seemed to be ignited with enthusiasm, and responded excitedly, saying that this idea was simply great.
Standing nearby, my eyes lit up when I heard this, and I thought to myself, "Wow, this is a brilliant idea! It lets the kids experience the joy of making delicious food firsthand, while also showing them their love for their elders—killing two birds with one stone." However, just as everyone was excitedly discussing how to make Chongyang Cake, a playful voice suddenly broke out: "Teacher Suisui, you're clearly trying to keep this wonderful thing to yourself and not let us try it! Just hearing the words 'Chongyang Cake' makes my mouth water, and you don't even want to make it with us? Humph!" It was the protest of Yaheng, the quirky little class member, whose feigned anger made everyone laugh.
I quickly explained, "I really didn't hide it, I just forgot for a moment!" Then I turned and went to the kitchen, where I once again took out the ingredients needed to make Chongyang cake. They were truly rich and varied, with delicate white rice flour, fragrant jujube paste, and sweet yet not greasy red bean paste.
The children were thrilled at the sight of the ingredients. They rushed to wash their hands and quickly gathered around, ready to show off their skills. Maggie volunteered to take on the crucial task of rolling the rice flour into a dough. Her cheeks flushed from the effort, but her eyes were filled with concentration and dedication. Not to be outdone, the other children joined in, some meticulously filling the dough with jujube paste and red bean paste, while others used their imaginations to shape it into all sorts of adorable and interesting shapes. One child successfully created a lifelike bunny, while another ingeniously crafted a sparkling star.
When all the Chongyang cakes were finished, I gently placed them one by one into the steamer, carefully adjusting the heat and time. Soon, wisps of white steam began to rise from the steamer, filling the kitchen with a rich, sweet aroma. Finally, the long-awaited moment arrived—I slowly lifted the steamer lid, and instantly, the alluring aroma surged out like a tide, filling the room.
I joyfully lifted the plate filled with Chongyang cakes and smiled at the camera, which had been set up before me. "Dear grandparents, come and see! These delicious Chongyang cakes are handmade by us lovely children. We sincerely hope you enjoy this special gift." As soon as I finished speaking, the children burst into a chorus of cheers: "Grandparents, we wish you good health and a long life!" The clear, resonant voices echoed in the air, like rays of warm sunshine, illuminating everyone's heart. At that moment, the livestream room seemed enveloped by a warm and powerful force of emotion, and countless moving messages instantly flooded the screen. "So touching!" "This is true love!" "It feels so childlike, bringing back fond memories of our childhood"... Heartfelt words of gratitude shone like stars in every corner of the room.
At the same time, a variety of exquisite gift effects flashed continuously, like colorful fireworks blooming in the sky. These gifts not only represented the netizens' love and support for the children, but also conveyed the deep love and innocence in their hearts. The entire live broadcast room was filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere, deeply intoxicating everyone in it.
Amidst the sounds of blessing and anticipation, the livestream slowly drew to a close, but the deep love that permeated the air lingered. Like a spring breeze, it gently caressed everyone's heart; like a clear spring, it gurgled deep into their souls. Though the livestream had concluded, the beautiful memories it brought will remain forever in everyone's hearts.