PFC Chapter 242: Double Ninth Festival (4)
Chapter 242: Double Ninth Festival (4)
The blissful weekend flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was back to the somewhat frustrating workday. That Monday morning, at the first glimmer of dawn, I scrambled from my warm bed, moving quickly and efficiently. I was preoccupied with my daily responsibilities, so I didn't dare delay even a moment. After washing up, I carefully placed the dogwood leaves I'd prepared in my bag and briskly set off for the nursery.
When I arrived at the nursery, a light mist still hung over the grounds, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere. I headed straight for my master's embroidery workshop, feeling remarkably relaxed along the way. As soon as I entered, I saw my master, already seated at her frame, busy at work. Her focused expression instilled a deep respect.
I quickly walked over to my master, smiled, and gently handed her a carefully trimmed branch of dogwood. I helped her put it on her lapel. Then, I slowly opened the insulated box I had brought with me, and a tempting aroma immediately wafted out - the box contained the Chongyang cake I had made myself.
I couldn't wait to urge Master to taste it, my eyes filled with anticipation. Master first glanced at the cakes in the insulated box with a hint of surprise, then a delighted smile spread across her face. Her loving gaze seemed to melt everything. She whispered, "Oh, you child, you're always so thoughtful. You think of Master all the time." With that, Master reached out, gently picked up a piece of Chongyang cake, and placed it in her mouth.
I watched Master chew each bite meticulously, taking each bite with great care, nodding her head from time to time in approval. After a moment, she looked up, beaming with praise, "Hmm, your cooking skills are truly becoming even more refined. The taste is truly exceptional!" Hearing Master's praise so highly, my heart swelled with joy, and I couldn't help but laugh. Then, I obediently sat down beside Master, quietly enjoying this delicious breakfast with her.
At that moment, a sudden clamor erupted from the entrance of the previously quiet and peaceful embroidery workshop. The sound spread rapidly, like a ripple breaking the surface of a tranquil lake. Intrigued by the sudden noise, we all hurried to the entrance to investigate.
As we approached the door, we were met with a delightful sight: the innocent and adorable children from our kindergarten were gathered tightly at the entrance of the embroidery workshop. Their eyes widened, their gazes fixed on the shop, their expressions revealing unconcealed excitement and anticipation. As we slowly approached the entrance, a delightful sight suddenly came into view. A group of innocent, lively, and adorable children were tightly clustered in front of the quaint entrance. They were like a flock of chirping birds, brimming with curiosity and energy. Each child's clear, watery eyes were wide open, their gaze fixed on the workshop, their intense gazes seemingly piercing the walls. From their bright, lively eyes, one could clearly sense an unquenchable excitement and anticipation flowing freely.
After patiently and carefully questioning them, I learned that these adorable little angels had already washed up early in the morning and had begun their morning joyful time in the spacious and bright activity room. However, since I hadn't arrived yet, and then they'd heard rumors that I had brought them some delicious and unprecedented food, these little guys couldn't contain their excitement and eagerness, and they rushed here like wild horses, just to be the first to see these mysterious delicacies.
Seeing these lively and adorable children, a gentle smile appeared on my face. I waved to them, inviting them into the embroidery workshop. Upon hearing my call, the children swooped in like a flock of cheerful birds, instantly filling the workshop with a bustling atmosphere. Then, I pulled out pieces of carefully prepared Chongyang cake from the package and carefully distributed them to each child.
The children took the Chongyang cakes and immediately took big bites, filling their little mouths with the sweet, soft, and glutinous treats. Soon, their lips were covered in cake crumbs, but they didn't mind. They continued to chew happily, occasionally uttering exclamations of praise like "so sweet" and "so delicious." The chirping laughter echoed through the embroidery workshop like a beautiful melody.
The master stood quietly observing all this, her kind face beaming with joy. Suddenly, an idea struck her: she'd like to teach the children how to embroider dogwood patterns. The children, thrilled to the point of dancing and cheering, erupted in excitement. Then, they eagerly sought a suitable spot to sit down, their hands already throbbing with excitement, eagerly awaiting the master's start.
The master walked among the children and patiently and meticulously taught them how to thread a needle and draw a pattern. The children listened attentively to the master's instructions, meticulously imitating his movements, fearing to miss even a single detail. Although a little clumsy at first, under the master's tireless guidance, the children gradually mastered the technique, becoming increasingly deft and skillful with their needlework.
As time passed, a strong atmosphere of learning permeated the embroidery workshop, filled with laughter and joy. I stood quietly by, admiring this warm and beautiful scene, feeling a surge of emotion: Isn't this a true legacy? Not only the traditional culinary culture represented by the Chongyang Cake, but also the ancient and exquisite embroidery techniques—they all came alive in this moment, conveying warmth and care through our hands and hearts.
Thinking back to last night, when I decided to contact Master and come to the kindergarten together, I actually had such a beautiful hope in my heart—I hope to bring this precious traditional culture to more people, especially these innocent children. Now it seems that this wish is gradually being realized, which feels great!