The next day, He Jing brought what she had made to school.
Yan Hanxi hadn't arrived yet, but Wu Yu came up to her as soon as he saw her.
He stared curiously at the pink lunchbox He Jing was holding, and asked in surprise, "Sister Jing, you're having a bento box for lunch today? Who made it?"
He Jing sat down and replied, "I made it myself."
Wu Yu looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sister Jing, you can cook?"
It immediately drew the attention of the entire class.
Shen Qiuyu was surprised to hear this: "Sister Jing, you can cook?"
He Jing chuckled and said, "Is cooking such a difficult thing?"
Shen Qiuyu nodded and said, "Yingao used to have cooking classes, but because no one knew how to cook and their cooking was so bad, the cooking teachers would vomit every time they tasted it. As a result, several cooking teachers resigned, so the course was canceled."
He Jing: "..."
I can't believe such a thing actually happened.
What exactly is this magical place called Gintoki?
Wu Yu had never seen He Jing cook before. In previous cooking classes, where the three of them worked together, she was always the one directing the others. Today, he was thrilled to witness such a miracle and couldn't contain his excitement. He said, "Sister Jing, open the lunchbox and let me see."
He Jing frowned: "What's so interesting about this?"
However, it wasn't just Wu Yu who wanted to watch it; Shen Qiuyu wanted to watch it too; the whole class wanted to watch it.
They all stared intently in this direction, unable to look away, until the elegant and refined young man walked into the classroom with languid steps.
He Jing shoved the lunchbox into his hand: "Here, this is for you."
Instantly, everyone's attention shifted from He Jing to Yan Hanxi.
Yan Hanxi looked at the cheap plastic lunchbox in his hand, which had a cute Hello Kitty design on it, and his thin lips curled up slightly: "You really made it?"
He Jing said, "Of course, I never break my word."
Yan Hanxi opened the lunchbox, and the first layer was an excessively beautiful French vegetable jelly, its colorful hues strikingly bright and stimulating everyone's eyes.
Yan Hanxi originally thought that He Jing must be quite good at cooking if she dared to say she would cook for him, but he didn't expect her cooking skills to far exceed his expectations. It wasn't just good, it was simply too good.
As the heir of the Yan family, he had tasted countless delicacies, so he could naturally tell the value of this French jelly at a glance. Just based on its tempting appearance, it would be worth at least 80,000 in a high-end hotel.
Cheng Yi, sitting in his seat, observed the commotion from afar, and his amused and mocking expression instantly froze on his face.
How could this be!
The Cheng family clearly said she couldn't cook!
The only time I cooked was when I made longevity noodles for Cheng Yue.
The dough was all rolled out and had a lot of salt in it. Cheng Yue only took one bite before having someone secretly take it away and throw it away.
How could He Jing make such a high-class French aspic?!
Everyone else was stunned. This French jelly looked so delicious! The five colors were wrapped in a transparent jelly, and it was so soft that it would bounce around if you poked it.
Unconsciously, they swallowed, with Wu Yu, who was closest, swallowing the loudest. Yan Hanxi glanced at him and said, "Want some?"
Wu Yu nodded and then shook his head.
Yan Hanxi smiled smugly: "The model student made this for me by hand."
The implication is that you're not eligible.
Wu Yu looked at He Jing with a mournful expression.
He Jing: "..."
Amidst the atmosphere of envy, jealousy, and resentment, a discordant voice suddenly broke in, coming from Cheng Yi's newly made friend, Zhou Xue'er: "He Jing can't cook at all, Brother Xi, don't be fooled by her."
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