Yosef stood in front of a line of children, each with a tense face, lips pressed together, as if they were ready to face death.
"Don't drop it, wait to go hungry if it falls on the ground."
Yosef's deep voice suddenly rang out, and a child holding a tray began to cry abruptly.
Yosef's already expressionless, cold face became even grimmer.
"What are you crying about?"
Did he say something? Suddenly crying as if their life depended on it?
"Waa!"
"Waa-oo!"
"Woo-woo-woo!"
The crying seemed infectious, spreading vertically, and before long, several children in front of him were all crying.
Arabella Vanderbilt hurried forward, walked over to Yosef's side, bent down to the children and said:
"Babies, it's not good to cry, teachers wouldn't like it. You need to explain what's wrong, otherwise, teachers will get worried, alright?"
Her gentle tone, unique when facing children, made Yosef slightly stunned.
