It was lunchtime at Little Sun Kindergarten in Tianhai City.
“Ping’an, what delicious food did your dad make today?”
Teacher Wang had just left the classroom with a child who had a stomach ache when another child, Wang Ziwen, ran over to the back row, clutching his food tray.
His eyes blinked as he stared at the person in front of him, his face full of anticipation.
Wang Ziwen’s words were like a bugle call for a charge, and soon several other children followed, running over with their food trays.
The little sprouts sat together, looking at the person in the center with bright, sparkling eyes.
Su Ping’an didn’t answer; he surveyed the group like a king inspecting his territory, counting the number of people who had gathered.
He nodded contentedly and carefully pulled a large, two-tiered insulated lunchbox from his backpack.
The little sprouts’ gazes instantly shifted, their eyes eagerly fixed on the large insulated lunchbox.
“Ta-da! Today, we’re having braised lion’s head, bigger than a fist!”
As he spoke, Su Ping’an opened the first layer of the large insulated lunchbox.
The aroma of the food quickly wafted through the air.
“Wow—!”
The little sprouts exclaimed in unison, their adorable, round eyes wide open, and their mouths unconsciously salivating.
Even the children sitting quietly at their own tables, eating, were drawn by the scent and unconsciously looked over.
Round, stewed meatballs were neatly arranged in the insulated box, coated in a thick, reddish sauce, surrounded by a layer of vibrant green vegetables.
The bright colors combined with the rich, meaty aroma made one’s appetite surge just by looking at it.
“What is braised lion’s head? Is it a lion’s head?”
“I don’t know, who cares what it is, as long as it’s delicious.”
“Exactly, exactly.”
“It smells so good!”
“It really is bigger than my fist.”
The children chattered excitedly, full of enthusiasm.
“Don’t worry, everyone gets some.”
Su Ping’an reassured them, then opened the second layer.
A different aroma, not as dominant as the braised lion’s head, also wafted out.
Su Ping’an looked proudly at the children, who once again exclaimed, and introduced, “These are vegetable and shrimp rolls.”
Brightly colored vegetables wrapped in translucent spring roll skin, with a whole peeled shrimp inside.
The orange, red, yellow, and green colors were pleasing to the eye.
A layer of sweet and sour sauce, emitting a fruity fragrance, was drizzled over the top.
Wang Ziwen picked up a delicate-looking vegetable and shrimp roll and took a bite.
The spring roll skin was thin and easily bitten through, revealing the Q-bomb and sweet shrimp.
The vegetables were also fresh and crisp, and with the sweet and sour sauce on the surface, it was incredibly appetizing.
“Wow, this shrimp isn’t fishy at all, and it tastes a little sweet.”
“Ping’an’s dad is amazing; I’m so envious of Ping’an, he gets to eat delicious food every day.”
Wang Ziwen’s words were echoed by the children next to him.
“Ping’an’s dad is great.”
“Too bad he’s not my dad, otherwise I’d be so happy I’d die.”
“I’m so envious of Ping’an, having a dad like that.”
“Boo hoo hoo, my dad only cooks instant noodles, he can’t compare at all.”
“I also want a dad like Ping’an’s.”
Su Ping’an, who was envied by the children, heard this and his eyes filled with pride.
In his eyes, Su Haoze was the most amazing and best dad in the world.
Not only was he handsome, but he also had excellent cooking skills.
Inside the classroom, the aroma continued to spread.
Many children put down their spoons, staring at the braised lion’s head on Su Ping’an’s table and salivating.
“What is that? It smells so good.”
“I want to eat…”
“I want to eat too. Should we go ask?”
“It seems to be called ‘lion mud ball’?”
“Never mind, it’s too tempting.”
A Xiao Pangzi couldn’t resist and ran directly to Su Ping’an, shouting, “Su Ping’an, what delicious thing is this? Let me have a taste!”
As he spoke, he reached out to grab the food in front of him, but Su Ping’an dodged him.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you? It’s just a bite of food, why are you so stingy?”
Xiao Pangzi angrily slapped the table, his eyes still fixed on the braised lion’s head, his mouth unconsciously salivating.
Su Ping’an said nothing, only hugged the food in his hands and retreated, then quickly finished it.
“You…!”
Xiao Pangzi, seeing the delicious food gone, angrily pointed his chubby finger at Su Ping’an, “You just wait! We’ll see about this!”
Su Ping’an completely ignored him, disregarding his words.
When school was dismissed, he paid no attention to Xiao Pangzi’s fierce glare.
“Dad, I’m home.”
Su Ping’an scurried into the small shop, rushing towards Su Haoze like a little firecracker, hugging his calves tightly and rubbing against them.
“Ping’an, did you eat well today?”
Su Haoze gently patted the little cub on his leg.
“Of course! Dad’s cooking is super, incredibly delicious.”
“I ate every last bit, didn’t waste a single grain of food!”
Su Ping’an grinned, looking up, his eyes full of adoration for Su Haoze.
“Ping’an is great.”
Su Haoze smiled and picked up Su Ping’an, weighing him in his arms; he was indeed much heavier than before.
Who would have thought that he, a bachelor for over thirty years, would suddenly have a child after transmigrating to a parallel world?
Although this child was not his biological one, but the only bloodline left by his elder brother and sister-in-law who had passed away early.
However, having such a child by his side made Su Haoze feel less lonely.
Of course, raising a child was not a simple matter; it required time, effort, and a lot of money.
Fortunately, when he transmigrated, he also gained a gourmet system, acquiring superb cooking skills.
This system required him to create beloved dishes, and then unlock more new specialty recipes through 'likeability points'.
Upon unlocking a certain number of recipes, he would receive more other rewards.
With the system’s advice and help, he finally chose to open a Small Restaurant near the Little Sun Kindergarten where Su Ping’an attended.
The foot traffic here was relatively stable, with several schools nearby, almost encompassing kindergartens, primary schools, and junior and senior high schools.
These were all potential customers he could attract.
However, there were only a few decent-looking small eateries, meaning less competition and inexpensive rent.
The surrounding area mostly consisted of temporarily set up mobile food stalls.
More importantly, the transportation was very convenient; whether going to the market or home, it wasn’t very far, probably only about a fifteen-minute journey.
This saved a lot of time.
Time, after all, was money.
“Ding—gained likeability +10.”
“Current likeability: 35.”
“Unlock new recipe when likeability reaches 100.”
The system’s notification suddenly rang out.
Su Haoze’s hand paused as he was closing the door, then quickly resumed, pulling down the shop door with a normal expression and holding Su Ping’an’s hand as they went home.
Little did he know that at this moment, the parent group chat was in an uproar.
Someone was shouting in the group chat, “Whose parent in this group made braised lion’s head! Come out!”
