The short yet delightful afternoon snack ti has quietly co to an end.
Next up, it’s ti for the thed clay activity creation!
In the classroom of class (3)...
The children are dressed in protective smocks, each gathering around the desks, innocent faces turned upward, listening to Jiang Xinzhuo explain about clay creation: "Children, today we will use clay to shape ’My Family.’"
"This ’family mber’ can be your protective dad or mom, caring grandpa or grandma, or playful siblings."
"But before we start, there’s a small reminder..."
Jiang Xinzhuo gently emphasized: "The most important thing is to capture the essence of your family mber."
"Children, did you understand?"
As she spoke, her gentle gaze passed over each child’s face, carefully observing their reactions.
The children who were daydreaming, upon noticing her gaze, gradually ca back to reality, responding casually with the others: "Understood!"
"Very good!"
Jiang Xinzhuo offered an encouraging smile: "Now, take the clay on your desks, start molding with your little hands, knead it, shape it, and pinch it to vividly create your beloved family mber through clay!"
The words fell.
The children were all attracted by the colorful clay, picking out their favorite colors, placing a small piece in their palms, gently kneading with their fingers. The clay gradually beca soft and elastic in their hands, slowly transforming into various shapes...
Seeing their seriousness, Jiang Xinzhuo and Wei Siyi felt gratified.
Actually.
They weren’t expecting the children to create sothing astonishing, just that they enjoy the process, feel the charm of clay art, cultivate their temperant and creativity, was already enough.
Although they had lowered their expectations to the minimum, when seeing the children’s clay masterpieces filled with innocence and unique imagination, there were no waves in their hearts, and they even wanted to laugh a little.
Jiang Xinzhuo noticed Chenchen’s work, which was just a round big head on the table, seemingly with caral-colored "hair" stuck at the back.
She couldn’t help but remind: "Chenchen, why does your family mber lack facial features, body, and limbs? You need to add eyes, nose, and mouth to the big head, then stick a body under the head, add hands on both sides of the body, and finally add feet, to make it more complete."
Speaking this, she bent down, pinched a little clay, began to help Chenchen complete his work.
Under her skillful hands, a lively and interesting clay family mber gradually appeared in front of Chenchen.
Now.
It amused Chenchen!
He couldn’t help but burst into a series of crisp laughter: "Hahaha... My caral pudding has eyes now, and a mouth, hands, feet, and a chubby body!"
Jiang Xinzhuo: "⊙(・◇・)?"
Huh?
What’s Chenchen talking about?
Caral pudding?
Is it possible he wasn’t molding a family mber?
She glanced at Chenchen in confusion, incredulous, and asked: "Chenchen, are you... Did you make caral pudding?"
"Yes!"
Chenchen nodded his little head vigorously, his face brimming with a proud smile: "Yes, Teacher! Look at my caral pudding, isn’t it big? This way, Chenchen can have enough to eat at once, get full in one go!"
Before the words fell.
Chenchen eagerly picked up the clay piece, pretended to take a bite of the "caral pudding," then blissfully made "nom nom nom" chewing sounds, as if genuinely savoring a delicious caral pudding.
Finally, he fluttered his big eyes, raised his "caral pudding" high, enthusiastically inviting: "Teacher Jiang, would you like so? It’s delicious, let give you a taste!"
Jiang Xinzhuo: (ーー゛)
Alright, alright!
If you like it, that’s good...
She didn’t want to dampen Chenchen’s creative spirit.
After all, each child possesses unique imagination and expression, which are incredibly precious.
Must not be stifled!
But she worried about what Chenchen’s family reaction would be upon seeing his clay piece?
Probably amused yet bewildered!
Although Chenchen’s act seed slightly absurd to her, faced with the little one’s pure invitation and share of enthusiasm, she had to respond, right?!
To prevent Chenchen from feeling disappointed.
She decided to cooperate.
Just as she lowered her head to pretend to "taste" his "caral pudding," she saw the little guy unexpectedly lift his clay piece high with a grin, shouting: "My caral pudding flew away..."
Jiang Xinzhuo: (ーー゛)
Ah ah ah~
Children’s thinking is so lively and jumpy, she can’t keep up with this rhythm...
She felt a tinge of helplessness, but could only smile and accept.
...
Class (3).
"Yes, you can mold people from your ho, if you like dad, make a dad; like mom, make a mom; of course, you can also mold both of them together..."
Yang Yuxi reminded again while patrolling to check the children’s creations.
As a result.
She surprisingly discovered many children weren’t following her instructions...
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