When Huo Qin heard the little dumpling's question, he was only slightly surprised for a moment, and then calmly removed the little hand that was trying to cover up the matter, and told Chaochao that he had indeed been arranging things for kindergarten recently.

Huo Qin has already selected three elite kindergartens, all of which offer top-tier privacy and safety in the city.

He wanted Chaochao to choose from these three companies herself.

So, Mr. Huo, who is always decisive in his actions, took the little dumpling to visit each campus the next day.

The principals of all three kindergartens personally greeted her, treating her with respect and enthusiasm. During the visit to the first kindergarten, Chaochao looked around with great interest. Upon arriving at the second kindergarten, the similar facilities and environment made her unable to resist leaning on Huo Qin's shoulder and letting out a small yawn.

By the third place, when passing by the kindergarten's canteen and the daily menu with pictures, Huo Qin saw a certain dumpling suddenly freeze, and he knew the outcome in his heart.

In the end, Chaochao's choice was indeed the third one.

On that day, the Huo family completed the enrollment procedures for Chaochao and signed a multi-million dollar contract with the kindergarten for the upgrading of the canteen and other campus construction.

Five days after visiting the kindergarten, Chaochao had returned home to her and her father. The little dumpling, wearing a straw hat, squatted in the garden helping earthworms loosen the soil, her mind constantly drifting to thoughts like, "I want to go to kindergarten!" and "Oh, I really, really want to go to school!"...

What are kindergartens like?

Before meeting her father, Chaochao thought that the place her aunt had mentioned where many children played in a big courtyard was a kindergarten. Later, the system hesitantly told her that it was called an orphanage.

The system, which was secretly slapping itself in the middle of the night, wailed: "Waaaah..."

A round bee hovered around Chaochao's head, finally settling slowly on the small flower she had tucked into her straw hat.

Hearing its approaching voice, Chaochao put down her little shovel and took a miniature teacup, a prop from a game of pretend play, from the metal bucket. She opened the thermos and poured a little bit of ice-cold freshly squeezed juice into the thumb-sized teacup.

The little dumpling placed the small teacup, which was about eight-tenths full, on the ground: "Okay, you can drink it now."

As if understanding her invitation, the bee fluttered its transparent wings and slowly landed on the rim of the teacup.

The little bee drank it all, shouldn't she take a sip too?

Having already drunk her juice five minutes earlier, Chaochao couldn't help but show off another small half-cup: "Ha..."

After she hung up her thermos again, a sturdy little gray bird flapped its wings and landed with a "duang" on the wide brim of her straw hat.

The fitness results are obvious. Grey Grey has now transformed into a "stylish bird", chirping and hopping around on the brim of Chaochao's hat.

Despite the flickering light, the little dumpling continued loosening the soil with one hand while calmly raising the other to pull down the brim of her hat—

The little gray bird, standing ready on the "springboard," was thus gracefully launched into the air.

They couldn't do it without working together at least fifty times.

The system pondered for a moment, then whispered to the little dumpling, "Chaochao... kindergarten is actually a place where you can play with many other children your age, eat, draw, sleep, sing, and play games together, just like during the day when your dad goes to work, you go to kindergarten."

Chaochao stopped shoveling in her hand and exclaimed in a childish voice, "Huh?"

What's wrong? Is it that you don't want to go or you can't adapt?

The system immediately became anxious and wanted to describe Chaochao in more detail. The little face, framed by dappled sunlight beneath the woven straw hat, furrowed slightly, showing the worry of a little adult: "What will happen if Daddy isn't home when I'm not here?"

"It's okay, it's just..." The system suddenly paused, "Huh?"

As the pillar of the family, Chaochao continues to worry:

"Won't Daddy cry under the covers at night?"

system:"………"

It's good, at least it doesn't slap you in the face like it does at night.

"no!"

As if she had made up her mind, Chaochao shoved away all her farm tools, picked up the iron bucket, stood up abruptly, and then bent down to pick up a basket of the three cicadas she had just caught.

The little dumpling picked up a whole bunch of things and went off to bother her lonely daddy.

"Daddy, look! Zhizhi's babies have come to play with me!"

From afar, Huo Qin, who was getting coffee on the first floor of the villa, heard the little dumpling's cries growing louder as it approached. He raised an eyebrow, put down his cup, took a carton of strawberry milk from the refrigerator, and placed it on the coffee table where Chaochao could easily reach it.

—When she came back, she was making a fuss about being tired, and the milk was at the perfect temperature.

After the third season of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" concluded, the production team released two episodes at once, achieving an astonishing viewership of over 100 million within an hour. This variety show, which faced numerous setbacks and skepticism before its premiere, unexpectedly became a phenomenal hit of the year.

Invitations from renowned directors poured in to Chaochao like snowflakes. She even received a special appearance invitation from a Hollywood international director who had won numerous awards, before Jiang Chi did.

However, all the invitations were politely declined by the Huo family.

Having no prior knowledge of this, Chaochao experienced summer vacation for the first time.

With her older siblings no longer needing to go to school, which meant they had plenty of time to play with her, Chaochao quickly forgot about her curiosity and fantasies about kindergarten.

She picked up her small bag and began her "family visit tour," going to visit this brother's house or that sister's house every few days. However, more than half the time, Huo Qin took her to inspect the various first-level subsidiaries of the Huo Group.

Rumors circulate that the three-and-a-half-year-old heir to a wealthy family is already learning corporate management, placing immense pressure on such a young child. Only the group's senior executives truly understand—

The sense of relief they felt when they entered the president's office and saw Xiao Chao sleeping soundly in a high-end children's rocking chair by the south-facing floor-to-ceiling window was rare, as he was usually sleeping sweetly in their president Huo's arms.

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