But……
Cheng Yi was almost in tears: "Didn't Yan eat it all just now?"
Yan Hanxi glanced at her coldly: "Don't you know that the country advocates saving food? Not spitting it out is the greatest respect I can show to the chef who made this dessert."
No.
How could this happen?
Cheng Yi didn't believe it.
This is the food she ate at the most luxurious hotel in City A. She just asked around, and everyone said it was delicious.
Is He Jing's French jelly even tastier than this?
What good things can she buy with the 20,000 yuan she earned selling notes?
Yan Hanxi was clearly prejudiced against her and deliberately insulted her. Cheng Yi gripped the hem of her suit skirt and mustered her courage to retort, "Yan, you can hate me, but you shouldn't go against your own heart."
Yan Hanxi gave her a look as if she were an idiot and said, "This dish that looks like a raw snow pear, you bought it at the Longteng Hotel, right?"
Cheng Yi's pretty face froze.
Yan Hanxi said coolly, "The head chef of Longteng Hotel is a chef who was dismissed by the Yan family ten years ago."
Cheng Yi was immediately doused with a bucket of cold water, drenched to the bone. How... how could this be...?
She knew that the head chef of the Dragon Hotel had an impressive resume, having won almost every award except for the three Michelin stars.
"I didn't expect that after all these years, his cooking skills still haven't improved at all," Yan Hanxi mocked. "Only his cooking can be so bad that it leaves a lasting impression. It seems that Cheng Yi's living conditions were too difficult in the past, so he can't distinguish between good and bad food."
this……
Cheng Yi burst into tears, her tears falling like rain, looking utterly pitiful. She asked unwillingly, "Does the French jelly that He Jing bought really satisfy Yan's appetite?"
What she couldn't do, He Jing certainly couldn't do either!
Yan Hanxi's thin lips curved slightly, as if he were proud: "Yes, He Jing has an outstanding talent in the field of cooking."
Such high praise was unacceptable to Cheng Yi. She didn't even notice that Yan Hanxi was saying that He Jing had outstanding talent, not that the chef who made the aspic had outstanding talent. She took a deep breath, barely managing not to lose her composure, and forced an awkward smile: "May I ask where He Jing bought the aspic?"
He Jing smiled and said, "Who told you my French jelly was store-bought?"
Cheng Yi gritted her teeth slightly: "You can't cook at all."
The Cheng family had no reason to lie to her, and whether she could cook or not was no excuse to the Cheng family.
He Jing replied, "I didn't know how to cook before, but I figured it out on my own and I learned."
Zhou Xue'er screamed, "You're lying!"
How could such a genius exist in the world?
If she were truly that skilled, even the imperial chefs of ancient times would crawl out of their coffins and kneel down, begging to be taken as their apprentices…
He Jing chuckled and retorted, "Why would I lie?"
Zhou Xueer wasn't as patient as Cheng Yi. She glared at him fiercely and said, "If you really know how to cook, why did you have to boss others around in cooking classes before..."
He Jing hummed in response, thought for a moment, and gave a plausible reply: "It's probably because I'm lazy."
Zhou Xueer didn't believe it. In the past, she would never miss any opportunity to show off in front of Yan Hanxi. Cooking class was probably the class Yan Hanxi took the most. She didn't cook because she wanted to play to her strengths and avoid her weaknesses...
Now she actually has the audacity to say she has talent?
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