"What is He Jing trying to do?"
"I don't know, maybe it's steamed flounder? She poured the remaining red wine onto the flounder, is she going to cook it?"
"Why is she adding so many spices?"
"I don't know, I can't understand it at all!"
...
He Jing put down the empty wine bottle and started making the sauce.
The most important element of French cuisine is the sauce; it is the essence of a dish and can also reflect a chef's skill and expertise.
He Jing had decided to use a basic mix of ketchup and mayonnaise, along with plenty of chopped celery and a little black pepper, to stimulate the taste buds. Since there was no ketchup or mayonnaise on hand in the kitchen, He Jing had to make it on the spot.
Every step was performed with practiced ease, as if she had done it a thousand times. The bright red tomatoes turned into a paste in her hands. She added onions, carrots, butter, and regular tomato sauce, stirring them in until they disappeared little by little. Because she was going to add mayonnaise, He Jing omitted some ingredients from the authentic French tomato sauce, but she couldn't leave out the chicken broth and bacon that she had thawed and cooked on the spot.
Zhou Xueer watched as He Jing's sauce gradually took shape. She gritted her teeth and sped up her work, rinsing the flounder clean before starting to make her own sauce. However, she suddenly forgot the sauce recipe she had prepared and it took her quite a while to remember it.
She felt immense pressure...
From He Jing.
Damn He Jing, how come she knows everything?
But when I thought about the harsh words I had said, I forced myself to calm down.
Zhou Xueer, you can't lose here.
Perhaps it was self-reassurance that helped Zhou Xueer finally overcome her fear and remember her strengths: she had learned to cook from chefs all over the country since she was a child, and her experience was far beyond what most people could match...
He Jing may have beautiful technique, but the taste may not be up to par.
Time passed second by second, and the entire cooking classroom was filled with a rich aroma.
Zhou Xueer became more and more confident as she worked, and as she watched the pan-fried sole gradually come to an end while He Jing was still working, she couldn't help but feel smug.
The speed at which someone cooks often directly reflects their skill level. He Jing hasn't finished yet, so her skill is clearly inferior to hers...
She was actually scared by her just now, how ridiculous!
Shen Qiuyu and the others grew increasingly anxious as they watched, and began to discuss among themselves:
"Why isn't Sister Jing finished yet?"
"It feels like the fish is only half-cooked... Oh, finally it's in the pot."
"What is she doing? Holy crap, is she going to pan-fry sole too?"
"No way, I heard that pan-fried sole is Zhou Xue'er's specialty. Is He Jing going head-to-head with her?"
...
Zhou Xueer had already arranged the dishes on a plate, and they looked incredibly appetizing. She raised her chin slightly and said, "Teacher, He Jing's isn't finished yet. You can try mine first. I made a lot, so I can try it again later."
Seeing that Zhou Xueer finished first, Zhou Qiu felt relieved, thinking that Zhou Xueer had secured her position. He realized that Cheng Yi's boasting on WeChat about how amazing He Jing was was nothing special. When it came to cooking, who could compare to the Zhou family?
He nodded and said in a serious tone, "Okay, then bring it over here, and give the rest to the other students."
Just as Zhou Xueer was about to serve her French-style pan-fried sole, a strong aroma suddenly wafted from He Jing's direction. Everyone turned to look and saw He Jing lift the lid of the pot, as if detonating an aroma bomb in an instant.
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