Shocked, our ancestors also had to go to kindergarten

As for the questions about Zhou Zhiruo and An Lingrong, she also answered them patiently.

"It's okay to live on the river. The school will pick you up every day."

"As for the tuition that Rongrong is worried about, it is not a problem. The fact that you are here means that your guardians, or your relatives, have already paid the fees for you."

“It doesn’t matter if you have a mentor. You don’t have to worship me as your master. I am just the teacher of the school.

No matter which school you study in, it is impossible for you to have only one teacher.

For example, there are scholars, martial artists, and enlightenment class masters, don’t you think so? "

Zhao Zheng nodded with a stern face. He couldn't refute.

I just want to ask, "Who paid the tuition for me?"

Father or mother?

"I don't know about this either. After all, they are your relatives and elders."

After all, it is the system that collects tuition fees, so she really doesn't know, but she should be able to check it through the backend of the principal's system.

I just don't know if the director has any confidentiality rules to follow.

"Okay, my three little darlings, do you have any questions? If not, let's go have breakfast first, okay?"

After all, they are young and easy to fool. The three children still feel confused, but they can only follow the arrangements.

Qin Huan noticed it just when the reward arrived.

The abandoned iron door of the cafeteria was instantly replaced by a fresh, childlike green door.

There is also a Q version child drawn on it, holding it with nothing wrong and smiling brightly.

The three people, who had never seen such a beautiful painting, were stunned.

Especially An Lingrong, she stared blankly, and besides humility, something seemed to be growing in her heart.

Qin Huan brought them into the cafeteria, which was filled with tables filled with childlike fun.

There are wooden shapes, cartoon shapes, as well as shapes of vegetables, fruits, animals, etc.

And in those rows of windows, there are many robots moving around.

"It's breakfast time, please line up at the window to order."

The three children all came from ancient times. When they looked at all these strange things, there was a look of strangeness and a little fear in their eyes.

After all, in their eyes, robots with round heads and glowing eyes are no different from ghosts...

Little An Lingrong was trembling.

Little Zhao Zheng had a stern face and pretended to be calm. If Qin Huan hadn't seen the slight trembling of his fingers, he would have believed that he was not afraid.

In response to this, she just wanted to say that he was worthy of being her ancestor, as he had been steady since he was young.

As for Zhou Zhiruo, she was young and relatively naive.

Now I have begun to rely on Qin Huan.

She tugged at Qin Huan's sleeve slightly and asked in a trembling voice, "Huan Huan... Teacher... are they... are they human?"

"Haha, no, they are robots, machines that imitate real people. You can think of them as tools or puppets that facilitate people's lives.

These are the robots that cook in our kindergarten, or in other words, in the school. They will be responsible for our meals in the future.”

In order to accommodate the children's height, all the windows are low.

And the window is not for them to serve food, it is for taking orders.

There is a machine on it with various pictures of food to choose from.

There were exquisite patterns and some of the dishes were things that even Qin Huan had never seen before. She couldn't help but feel a little greedy, but she remained calm.

After all, she is a teacher, she can't show her greedy side in front of the children!

Qin Huan stretched out his white fingers, casually ordered an exquisite set meal, and then let the three children take turns to come up and choose.

The three children looked at each other and no one moved.

In the end, it was Zhao Zheng who made the first move.

He thought that he was a man after all, even though he was still young, he was still a man and should not retreat.

There were too many patterns, so he didn't look at them carefully and just randomly clicked one.

Next, the braver Zhou Zhiruo stepped forward to make a choice.

She cautiously ordered a bowl of plain noodles because she had eaten this type of noodle dish in clear soup before.

When it was An Lingrong's turn, she lowered her head and poked quickly without even looking at him...

"Okay, let's just pick a seat and sit down."

Qin Huan chose a long table and sat down with them. The four of them sat on four sides, and it seemed like they were not familiar with each other.

In order to make the three children relax, she chatted with them while they were waiting.

"What does Ruoruo usually do at home?"

Compared with the other two children, little Zhou Zhiruo is more cheerful and lively. At that time, she has not yet gone to Emei Mountain and still retains the simple character of a boatman's daughter.

In fact, she was kind at first when she grew up, but she gradually became extreme because of the scumbag and the master with a strong control desire.

Sure enough, as a polite girl, even though she remained vigilant, she still answered every question.

"I rowed a boat on the river with my dad, and occasionally went fishing."

"Then Ruoruo should have learned how to swim, right?"

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head and said crisply, "Daddy said I'm still young, and he can only teach me in two years when I'm seven years old."

"Your father is right, children are not allowed to play in the water."

However, kindergartens may also offer swimming courses in the future.

Then Qin Huan turned his gaze to An Lingrong, trying to speak gently for fear of scaring this timid girl.

"What does Rongrong usually do at home?"

The little girl lowered her head and pinched the hem of her clothes nervously.

I wanted to keep silent, but because of fear, I dared not to.

But there was a slight tremor in her tone, as if she would burst into tears in the next second.

"Washing clothes...cooking, cleaning, helping dad organize spices..."

Qin Huan's eyes changed. Shit! Although he knew that An Lingrong's family was poor when she was young, he didn't expect that she would take on most of the housework at the age of five.

Maybe it's all life.

After all, her mother was a woman who went blind from embroidery, so she had no time to do these chores.

It was even more impossible for her father to do these things. He was busy selling spices every day and didn't care about her and her daughter.

Although he felt pity in his heart, Qin Huan did not show it on the surface.

An Lingrong has low self-esteem, but also extreme self-respect.

She doesn't like other people's pity and sympathy, as it will make her feel even more inferior.

So Qin Huan just smiled and praised: "Rongrong is amazing, she can even help parents with the chores at home.

It’s amazing that a child as young as Rongrong can do so many things.”

The girl who had been lowering her head suddenly looked up, as if a little surprised.

Then he lowered his head again, but kept the eyes of the woman who called herself a teacher in his heart.

Qin Huan looked at the only boy among them again.

Zheng Ge, who was only five years old, had already begun to show his tall physique. He was a head taller than two girls of the same age.

At this moment, I am sitting quietly waiting for my meal.

Seeing her gaze, he said simply, "Eat, rest, and go to the teacher's house to study."

This is what he does every day.

As for the chores at home, his mother will take care of them.