Zhou Qiu had no choice but to eat Zhou Xueer's French-style pan-fried sole first. He picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. The spiciness of the black pepper and the slight sourness of the lemon were perfectly combined, not too much and not too little. The fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a light buttery flavor melting in it. Accompanied by the fragrance of parsley, it hit his taste buds directly. It would not be an exaggeration to give such a dish a score of nine or more.

Zhou Qiu's unease finally subsided a bit, and he revealed a satisfied smile: "Very good, it's very delicious. It seems that Zhou Xue'er has a talent for French cuisine. I give this French-style pan-fried sole a perfect score."

Wow!

A perfect score is achieved just by speaking.

How could He Jing possibly surpass her?

A perfect score is the highest level of praise for a dish.

Although He Jing's French-style pan-fried sole was incredibly delicious, it was still only on par with Zhou Xueer's score.

The students, who clearly felt Zhou Qiu was biased, lowered their heads and tasted the flounder that Zhou Xue'er had prepared...

tasty.

It was actually really delicious.

Indeed, it is a dish that is impeccable in terms of aroma, color, and taste.

this……

He Jing is likely to lose.

Everyone was worried, but He Jing calmly served up the pan-fried sole she had prepared, the dish featuring deep red pieces of fish arranged in a unique way.

Dark red?

The color is extremely bloody, it looks like blood. It's as if the fish isn't cooked through. It was fried once, but it still retains this color. Could this be some kind of culinary disaster?

It's hard to imagine that such a fragrant aroma could come from these strange pieces of fish.

Zhou Xue'er glanced at it and was certain of her victory. She coldly mocked, "I didn't expect that the thing you spent so much time making would be so ugly. Are you trying to poison my teacher? What a waste of ingredients."

He Jing ignored her, not even sparing her a glance, and simply placed the French-style pan-fried flounder on the table: "Teacher, please try it."

Zhou Qiu frowned as he looked at the fish, deliberately hiding a hint of humiliation as he asked, "How long did you fry it? Is this fish even edible?"

He Jing replied, "It was fried for four minutes."

"Four minutes?" Zhou Qiu's expression was exaggerated. "The sole you chose was so big, and you only fried it for four minutes? I'm not eating it, take it away."

He Jing looked at him without any emotion: "So, is the teacher deciding to disregard fairness and directly declare Zhou Xueer the winner?"

Zhou Qiu choked, then quickly denied it: "I didn't mean that."

He Jing withdrew her arms and crossed them, staring intently at him: "Then please have a bite, teacher."

Zhou Qiu met her gaze and inexplicably felt a strong sense of pressure. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll give my evaluation later. Don't you dare disagree."

He Jing: "Please."

Zhou Qiu then revealed a look of disgust mixed with reluctance, picked up his chopsticks, poked a bit of fish meat, and ate it.

Then, he was completely stunned.

Oh my god!

What a delicious treat!

If Zhou Xueer's pan-fried sole deserves full marks, then this sole dish deserves at least 500 points!

Contrary to expectations, there was no unpalatable bloody taste or unacceptable greasy texture. This fish seemed to have never lived in the sea, but rather grew in the river of red wine. The mellow red wine flavor mixed with the salty and fresh taste of the fish soared to his heavens. The moment he put it in his mouth, he seemed to see a 19th-century court lady sitting at a long dining table, swirling her red wine glass and smiling mysteriously at him. Although lemon was added as a seasoning, he could not taste any bitterness from the lemon. Instead, after swallowing, it lingered in his throat, slowly swirling with a hint of sweetness.

Dipping his finger in a mixture of ketchup and mayonnaise, he was so satisfied that he couldn't help but sigh.