664: The Law of Conservation

The Law of Conservation

A two-yuan steamed bun sold at a roadside stall was eaten by a child. From the looks of it, it was even more delicious than the super five-star chef hired by the old residence!2

Of course, adults could not understand the psychology of children very well.

In the eyes of children, in the entire world, only their mother was the best; their mother was the prettiest, and their mother's cooking was the best!

In fact, even the food that passed through their mother's hands would become even better!

It was probably their biological mother's filter!

Jiang Tingxu did not really want to eat. After being forced to perform a bloody surgery for the entire night, she was really not hungry.

The mother and son finished eating the crab roe buns in two portions. They did not touch anything else.

Mo Boyuan also started the car and left. The speed of the car was not fast, but it was very comfortable.

After all, for the first time in their lives, a family of three went out on their own.

On the way, Jiang Tingxu asked his son:

"Ningning, did the teacher say what the event was like?"

The child blinks, the small head also deviates, thought carefully.

"I think so, but Ningning forgot."

All right.

Jiang Tingxu rubbed her son's little face:

"It doesn't matter. You'll know when you get there."

However, the man in the car in front frowned and couldn't help but say,

"Why didn't you ask me?"

What could that brat know?

He was such an adult in front of her, why didn't she ask him?

Doesn't this mean that you and your son were more important to your wife?

Jiang Tingxu didn't think of this:

"You know?"

"Of course. Their kindergarten's form teacher sent a message over. Why? Didn't you receive it?"

Jiang Tingxu shook her head. Then, she suddenly paused as if she had thought of something.

It seemed that she had erased all the messages yesterday or the day before yesterday!

Cough.

"I should have received it, but I deleted it."

There was a clear sense of guilt in his reply, and he did not dare to look at his precious son beside him.

Mo Boyuan chuckled:

"Oh you..." he looked rather helpless.

"I've seen the activity list. Basically, it's just playing with him."

This was the obvious difference between a private kindergarten and a public kindergarten. They did not bother their parents at all. They just came out to play, unlike the usual routines in public kindergartens, where they would always play house.

Usually, they only needed to send their children to the kindergarten every day. They did not need to prepare anything else.

Like the children in other kindergartens, they had to do all kinds of crafts and observation when they returned home every day.

In the private sector, these would be carried out by the teachers in the school.

This parent-child activity was indeed very parent-child-friendly. There was no competition or ranking. In any case, all the children and their parents could just play foolishly together.

Even the food and drinks for the entire day and night were directly arranged by the kindergarten.

Of course, the great service they provide comes at a price.

How many ordinary people's life savings was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars a year in tuition fees?

And how many social beatings did they have to suffer to be able to raise these hundreds of thousands?

It was the famous law of conservation.

The right to choose was in the hands of the parents. It just depended on what they chose to torture themselves with.

Wasn't it just the essence of a proper, realistic socialist old market economy!

Jiang Tingxu was still a little uncertain. It wasn't that she hadn't heard about it from her colleagues when she was in the hospital.

There were colleagues from other departments who complained that her child had a day of homework assignment in kindergarten and said that he wanted to make a new year's day-themed electronic newspaper.

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