"Qingqing, Weiwei, you shouldn't treat your friends like this; it's not polite..." Gently pressing down Qingqing and Weiwei's chubby little hands, he affectionately patted their little heads.
"Daddy, I know that!"
Qingqing and Weiwei nodded obediently, but they became clingy, holding onto Huang Jun's leg, as if declaring their claim.
Huang Jun immediately understood their intentions and couldn't help but laugh.
He crouched down, smiling as he spoke to the other children, "Kids, I can't be your gym teacher because if I did, I wouldn't have time to make delicious meals and snacks for you."
"Oh, I see..." Upon hearing Huang Jun's words, a hint of disappointment appeared on the children's faces.
But compared to losing the delicious food Huang Jun made, they'd rather choose the latter.
Besides.
