As the director and mbers of the working group who watched the entire process, they could only sll the fragrance and secretly swallowed as they watched the children and adults at the other table enjoying their delicious al.
"I think this episode is going to blow all the previous ones out of the water," the director stroked his chin, then his gaze fell on another guest next to Jane Sampson.
This guest was pretty nice on her own.
What a pity, for this episode had Jane Sampson. Standing next to Jane, she was inadvertently overshadowed, turned into a re foil.
There was no helping it; she simply didn’t have Jane’s culinary skills. When Jane was cooking, she could only stand by and watch.
And when Jane interacted with the children, they asked her to join in their gas. Even though they were childish, Jane was very cooperative, losing and mimicking a dog barking or a frog jumping.
But this person always seed to hold back, feeling that such actions weren’t very becoming. When the kids wanted her to mimic a frog, she bargained with them, offering to do crafts for the children instead.
To be honest, this guest was really skilled at crafts.
But to do crafts well and to look delicate, it took ti.
The youngest kids here were only nominally three years old, and even the older ones were just 5-6 years old. At first, they were all peeking at her doing crafts, but then after a while, they too lost patience and went back to crowd around Jane, clingingly playfully asking what was for the next al.
If it weren’t for Jane constantly at their side winning the children’s hearts for this guest, by the ti the guest’s crafts were finished, the kids would probably have run off to play, who would rember any crafts?
This was the last day of filming, and the evening was also the last al that the guests and children would eat together. That night, the director gave Jane Sampson the space to showcase her culinary skills, asking her to list the ingredients she needed prepared in the afternoon.
So that night, Jane employed her full range of ’18 martial arts’ in cooking, with several mothers helping her put together a lavish dinner of 15 dishes and three soups that wouldn’t be out of place in any grand hotel.
As the al neared its end, the director and so children ntioned that their "Director of Phoenix Garden" and "Head of Peacock Garden" were leaving. Upon hearing this, the kids, with food still in their mouths, imdiately burst into tears.
"We don’t want Director of Phoenix Garden to go~"
"I want the director to stay, can I, wuu wuu wuu~"
Watching the director shake his head, the six children imdiately abandoned their own mothers and ran to Jane Sampson. Two of them held onto Jane’s left and right legs, two pulled on her left and right hands, and the two oldest stood in front of Jane like knights, blocking her path.
"We want the director to stay, the director can’t go~"
Jane Sampson was very touched, in her heart she was complaining about the six little devils during the day, but at this mont, her heart was tender, and she too began to tear up, as she bent down to touch the children at her side.
"Don’t cry," she said. "The director will co and visit you later, we can still make phone calls and video chat." As she spoke, Jane herself was the first to shed tears.
In fact, if the children were not so reluctant to part with her, she could have ended this job and left indifferently.
But as soon as the children cried, Jane couldn’t bear to leave either.
After all, having spent three days and two nights together, staying together all the ti, it’s natural to have ford an attachnt.
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