Zhou Qiu's favorite type of beauty is a woman with long, straight black hair. The moment he saw Cheng Yi, it was as if he had seen his first love. Cheng Yi smiled gently, and he felt as if the whole coffee shop had lit up.
So, Xiaoyi gently lowered her voice, afraid of offending the beauty: "So you're Xue'er's friend. Xue'er often mentions you to me. What's up? Is there something you need?"
Cheng Yi composed herself, bit her lip, and pretended to be very troubled, saying, "It's because of the cooking class."
Zhou Qiu showed her plenty of patience and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with the cooking class?"
Cheng Yi seemed to have mustered her courage and looked him straight in the eye: "Actually, I was the one who caused the food to spoil. I didn't want Xue'er to get hurt."
Zhou Qiu was taken aback: "Why?"
Cheng Yi said, "It's like this, there's a classmate of ours named He Jing, she's very good at cooking, but Xue'er just keeps picking on her. She said a lot of things that were bad for her, and even made a bet with He Jing, saying that if she lost to He Jing, she would jump off the building. I really couldn't bear to see Xue'er lose face in front of the whole class, so..."
She raised her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, looking pitiful: "Cousin Zhou, can you stop all of this from happening?"
Zhou Qiu was stunned: "He Jing can cook?"
Zhou Xueer said she didn't know how, yet she's still pretending in front of everyone.
Cheng Yi replied confidently, "I'm sure He Jing is a very good cook. Zhou Tang will find out when she takes cooking class. I won't lie to you."
She spoke with such sincerity that Zhou Qiu fell silent. Thinking of Zhou Xue'er's usual impulsive, spoiled, and domineering nature, he felt that Cheng Yi's words were more truthful.
After thinking it over carefully, he nodded seriously and said, "Okay, I understand. I will lower the score of that girl named He Jing a little so that it is the same as Xue'er's score. This way, Xue'er will save face, and He Jing will not be dissatisfied."
After all, Zhou Xueer's cooking skills are not bad.
If he handles the situation well, he can completely stabilize it.
Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Cheng Yi smiled sweetly: "Cousin Zhou is so good to Xue'er. I also want a brother like Cousin Zhou..."
Zhou Qiu looked at Cheng Yi again, his heart burning with desire, and couldn't help but say, "I can be your godbrother, let's add each other on WeChat."
...
Friday arrived in the blink of an eye, and Zhou Xueer hadn't slept well for almost two consecutive days.
Fearing something might go wrong in the cooking class, she asked Zhou Qiu several times on WeChat before he assured her that the class would proceed smoothly.
When I arrived at the school, He Jing was already there, still looking calm and collected.
Zhou Xueer chuckled to herself, thinking: She's definitely faking it; she'll surely tear off her calm facade.
Little did she know, He Jing was already considering what the topic of this class would be, and what she should do.
She asked Yan Hanxi, who deliberately teased her, saying, "A model student, are you nervous?"
He Jing remained expressionless and said calmly, "This concerns your enjoyment of food. If you don't want to tell me, then forget it."
Yan Hanxi raised an eyebrow: "Judging from the topic given before, it will probably be something like French cuisine."
He Jing was speechless: "It's French food again. Chinese food is so much better."
Yan Hanxi chuckled and said, "Yin Gao is, after all, a prestigious school. They wouldn't expect teachers to teach students how to stir-fry hand-torn cabbage or braised eggplant. It's not only unrefined, but it also produces a lot of oil fumes. The students would definitely not want that."
He Jing thought about it and agreed. Whatever, she had cooked quite a few French dishes anyway, so it shouldn't be a problem.
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