Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Spring comes when the palm warbler begins to sing freely among the leaves again.

The plan for a year lies in spring, when the wind blows across the earth, melting the frozen frost, letting the shy and shy buds in the soil, afraid of the severe cold, poke their heads out, and then a mighty spring rain, lightning and thunder, It was very lively, like beating gongs and drums, to let the whole world know that it was time to put on new clothes.

The round sun hanging above the sky also faded away from the paleness of winter, and gradually gained scorching power. It sprinkled through the clouds and fell to every corner of the earth, and it was warm everywhere.

Daisy likes spring.

You can sow new flower seeds outside the villa. The sun is good, you can go out to play, and the rain is also good. Looking at the wetness flowing down through the glass window, it looks like a small waterfall, from high to low, Converged into a small stream under the window, and slowly flowed into the balcony, converging into a small puddle.

When Sophia arranged the painting of observation, Daisy painted rain.

It didn't rain today.The weather is fine and the sky is blue, which is a good day for going out.

The kindergarten children all got on the big school bus and set off to visit the snack factory together.

This time I went to an old factory with a long history and decades of production history. I heard that it was on the verge of bankruptcy not long ago, but it received a large amount of financial assistance when it was in crisis, and continued to operate firmly.

The imprint of the times, one less is one.

The children in the small class were going out for the activity class for the first time, and they were very excited. The big yellow school bus was filled with tender cries and laughter, but they all fell silent instantly under Sophia's gesture, and looked at the teacher with big eyes , listen to what has to be said.

"You need to walk hand in hand two by two." Sophia said, "Follow the teacher and the children in front closely, can you do it?"

"Yes!" Missy shouted the loudest.

"What should I do if I get lost accidentally, or encounter other troubles?" Sophia asked.

Sheldon raised his hand.

He was the most active when answering questions. Sophia nodded encouragingly at the little boy: "Sheldon, tell me."

"Can I go back after shopping?" Sheldon asked.

Sophia smiled and said, "No."

"If you get lost, can't you run around?" When the teacher turned to ask other children, Daisy approached Sheldon and whispered.

"I've read "Youth's Guide to Wilderness Survival," Sheldon said.

He was a little disappointed because he couldn't go back first and was forced to spend the whole morning with his noisy classmates. He held his two slender arms and looked at the scenery lazily. "If you get lost, you have to stand where you are and wait for the teacher to come back to find you. Or seek help from factory personnel."

"Yes." Daisy agreed.

For the sake of safety, the children hang cards with their names and contact information on their necks. The colors are bright and they can be seen at a glance.

Compared with Sheldon's laziness, Daisy has a lot of movements on the school bus, looking out the window for a while, looking at the seats on the bus, or looking at other children.

The dumplings are picked up by their father when they go to school and after school. Before today, there were no activities outside the school, so they never took the school bus.

Daisy's family seems to have all kinds of cars, but there is no such car. Although it is a little smaller than a super large caravan, it can hold so many children. There are big headlights and a stop sign with big letters on the front. Stop, other vehicles on the road must also stop, majestic and safe.

She has never been in a car with so many children before, and she has less personal space, but she is just as happy.

The snack factory I went to visit was a little far away from the kindergarten, so I set off early, and when I arrived, the hour hand was already pointing to ten o'clock.

The children poured out of the school bus like beans, lined up neatly, and followed the teacher to the gate of the snack factory.

On the top of the tallest building in the factory, there is a huge red stand, like a Hollywood sign on the hill, spelling "Old John" in print.

The brand is old, but it still stands firmly, just like the foundation of this factory, which is deeply rooted in the torrent of history, and it will stand firm even in the wind and rain.

Old John's chocolate beans are delicious, as are sandwich biscuits. The sandwich animal biscuits that Daisy liked to eat in Simpson's private mansion are made by Old John's factory.

"Have you held hands?" Sophia clapped her hands in front and asked the children.

Daisy looked at Sheldon who was wearing a mask, and stretched out her hand: "I want to hold hands."

The other children's hands are already tightly held, but this clean freak is still taking a lot of measures.

In the entire kindergarten, except Daisy, Sheldon refused to hold the hands of other children, because "they didn't wash their hands after grabbing toys, eating, or taking plasticine." Don had seen Daisy run to wash her hands.

Furthermore, if Daisy refused to hold hands with Sheldon, no other child would hold hands with Sheldon, so the two little ones were put in the same row.

After putting on the mask, Sheldon put on a pair of gloves, and was finally willing to reach out and hold Daisy's hand.

He is not used to being in close contact with people other than his mother and grandma. He felt awkward holding his father and brother's hands for a long time during dinner prayers. Now he feels Daisy's little hands are tight, and there is some awkwardness on his face .

Daisy hurriedly said: "I won't pinch you, don't be afraid, okay?"

"I'm not afraid." Sheldon said.

The children slowly walked into the snack factory two by two.

This factory is really big!There is a big brass statue of an old man at the door. It is Old John, the founder of the "Old John" brand, holding a sign with a smile on it. The map of the factory is drawn on the sign.

There are departments specializing in the production of chocolate, biscuits, advertising, and a special viewing channel for foreign tourists. You can walk on various production lines and see how snacks are made.

Many children still think that once chocolate and potato chips are made, they look like chocolate and potato chips, and there is no need for processing or raw materials.

I made simple handmade biscuits in class before, but biscuits are biscuits, and chocolate is chocolate.

"How good is it if you don't know how food is made?" said the director.

That's why this arrangement was made, and the children were asked to see how the food came from. They were originally going to the bread factory, but Old John agreed to the application first, so he let them see the birth process of the snacks.

The little bean dices walked slowly into the viewing passage, and first took a look at the production process of finger biscuits.

Daisy's family has a Wendy who is very good at cooking. She has seen Wendy make small biscuits, and she knows that she needs to knead the flour into balls for a long time.

But this is not the case at all in the factory.

Walking into the passageway with two large glass walls, looking down, it is a large production workshop. Now the snack production has been mechanized. The large machines running in the workshop are like transportation hubs, and the conveyor belt is the road. One by one, they were sent to the next processing point, and then changed into a new look. On the contrary, there were very few people wearing white sterile work clothes.

The situation where many people gathered together to knead noodles happily did not exist at all. In the big steel and silver noodle kneading machine, the machine is happily stirring the flour, baking powder and other ingredients mixed in proportion, kneading the noodles, and then the next A machine scrapes out dough of uniform size and thickness like a skin, and sends it to fermentation.

The fermented dough is like a baby in an incubator. When it comes, it is a small one. After stretching and being sent out by the conveyor belt, it has already fermented into a thick one.

The little bean dings were head to head, watching the machine making biscuits in the workshop attentively, as if watching magic, and they all expressed a little emotion.

Daisy was engrossed in watching it, but in Shelton's view, although this kind of mechanized production saves labor, it is too streamlined and dull. It is good to understand the principle once you see it, and there is nothing unusual about it.

"Doesn't your father's company do food?" Sheldon asked.

When Tuanzi heard the question, he turned his head back, thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No."

Stark Industries used to sell arms, but now it mainly develops clean energy and technology products. Tony has no interest in food, so he didn't set foot in this field.

Sophia clapped her hands again in front, asking the children to follow to the next workshop to have a look.

Daisy walked forward holding Sheldon's hand, and suddenly heard voices behind her, she turned her head to look, and found a group of older children in school uniforms not far away.

Speaking of older children, they are actually teenagers who are already in junior high school.

The dark gray uniforms are tall and handsome, and the teenagers are still wearing black ties, but compared to the seriousness of the children, they talk more than visit.

Junior high school students probably not only look at it, but also experience it for themselves.

Tuanzi looked around and found a familiar face inside.

There is such a coincidence.

When Daisy opened her eyes and looked back curiously, the young man walking in the crowd who was casually watching the production in the workshop also spotted her with a glance. The companion said a few words, and walked at the forefront from the middle of the free-walking team.

The young man with a heroic face gradually approached the group of children, close enough to be able to talk to Daisy at the back: "Why are you here?"

"It's Damian." Daisy said, "How are you?"

Black hair and green eyes, and a feeling similar to Bruce Wayne, isn't it Damian.

"Your kindergarten to visit?" Damian asked.

Daisy nodded, and she was a little happy to meet an acquaintance: "You also come to visit."

Damian opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, a man in a suit walked quickly on the aisle. He was very happy to see the young master of the Wayne family, and greeted him, "Master Damian, are you here to visit the factory?" ?”

He didn't speak very loudly, but he was heard by the first two or three people.

"I'm here with the people in the class, you don't want to be around." Damian said.

The man said "yes, yes" and retreated.

Tuanzi looked at the man, then at Damian, and thought that maybe they came to visit often and knew each other like this.

Otherwise, even if Damian was a young master in Wayne's house, not everyone would call him young master outside.

Daisy is a young lady in Jarvis's mouth, but she is still an ordinary Daisy when she goes out.

"What do you often come here for?" After Daisy asked this, Damian said lightly, "The Wayne Group just bought this factory."