Zhou Qiu knew his cousin Zhou Xue'er fairly well, knowing that she was best at cooking all kinds of fish, especially French-style pan-fried sole, which was her specialty.
So he pretended to ponder and said, "How about using flounder as the topic?"
He Jing replied calmly, "Okay."
Sole...
It's something she's tired of making.
With the topic set, the competition officially began, and the other students also had to get started. However, it was clear that no one could focus entirely on cooking, as they were all paying close attention to what He Jing and Zhou Xue'er were doing.
As Zhou Xueer tied her apron, she said to He Jing, who was standing not far away, "You're dead meat, He Jing."
He Jing ignored her completely, took off her hair tie, untied her high ponytail, and tied it into a bun.
All the boys in the class: "!!!"
A bun hairstyle actually looks so good!
However, they hadn't been staring for more than two seconds when they felt a chill on the back of their necks. When they turned around, they saw Yan Hanxi with a half-smile and a cold look in his eyes.
The boys' hearts skipped a beat, and they dared not look any longer. Shen Qiuyu shouted, "Sister Jing, take her down!"
Cheng Yi's soft, pleasant voice rang out: "Chen Qiuyu, please keep quiet and maintain classroom order."
As she spoke, she glanced at Zhou Qiu on the kitchen counter. Zhou Qiu coughed and scolded her, "Chen Qiuyu, if you keep making noise, you'll have to stand as punishment."
Shen Qiuyu glared fiercely at Cheng Yi and thought to herself: "They're in cahoots!"
But he didn't say anything more and looked at Zhou Xueer and He Jing.
Since He Jing dared to accept this challenge, she will definitely cook.
However, it was unclear whether she or Zhou Xueer was better. Zhou Xueer was the first to act, scooping out a live sole from the fish tank and cleaning it efficiently, while He Jing remained inactive.
Shen Qiuyu couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Could it be that He Jing really only agreed to this competition on a whim and didn't actually know how to cook?
Then, He Jing made her move. She slowly took a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, poured it into a glass, swirled it, and took a sip.
The whole class was dumbfounded.
this……
Why won't she do it?
A class is only 45 minutes long, but she has to cover the whole class.
Zhou Xueer was initially worried that He Jing's cooking skills were really good, which was why she dared to accept the challenge. But now, it seems she's just lying down and letting herself be ridiculed.
Zhou Xueer couldn't help but snort, her voice full of contempt: "He Jing, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now."
He Jing downed her red wine in one gulp, then curled her lips into a smile and asked, "Why should I admit defeat?"
Her enthusiasm is only just beginning.
Drinking a little wine before cooking is her personal habit.
But this also means she has to be serious.
Aside from the test given to her by the French culinary master Felin before she transmigrated, she rarely had such a time.
Then, He Jing put down her wine glass and went to the fish tank to pick out the largest flounder. The flounder had just been pulled out by its tail when it struggled to break free from her hand and bounced into the air, turning into pieces.
All the students' minds went blank for a moment, and even Zhou Qiu jumped up from his seat, his eyes wide open. Cheng Yi's face had already changed color in shock.
How did you do that?
Compared to Zhou Xueer's exhausting work of chopping and skinning fish, she finished processing the ingredients in just a few seconds. No wonder she still had time to drink red wine!
Yan Hanxi smiled, glanced at Zhou Qiu on the kitchen counter, called Wu Yu over, whispered a few instructions to him, and told him to sneak out for a while.
This detail went unnoticed by anyone because everyone's attention was drawn to He Jing.
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