fragrant.
It smells so good.
The aroma has the elegance of red wine, the sweetness of fish, and the fragrance of some unknown spice...
White mist swirled upwards, enveloping the entire classroom in its aroma. Under this unparalleled fragrance, everything else paled in comparison, making one unable to resist swallowing hard and feeling their stomach churn.
Even though it wasn't mealtime yet, they were unusually hungry, as if all their cravings had been lured in.
He Jing scooped the fragrant flounder out of the pot, and everyone was eager to grab a piece, like primitive beasts only concerned with filling their stomachs...
Fortunately, He Jing skillfully cut the flounder into dozens of evenly sized pieces. Only then did everyone realize that He Jing had actually pan-fried six fish. No wonder she was taking so long!
If you pan-fry six fish in one pan, and each fish takes at least five minutes to fry, it will take at least thirty minutes. But only thirty-five minutes of the whole class have passed.
My God, what incredible speed!
She must have spent a long time making the sauce!
Could it be that what they consider a long time is actually just a short five minutes in her hands?
Just then, a pure and innocent female voice rang out from the side: "Is He Jing making French cuisine? It looks like home cooking."
Zhou Qiu snapped back to his senses, quickly walked up to He Jing, looked at her sauce, and shook his head with feigned regret, saying, "No, this isn't authentic French cuisine, He Jing, you might have to redo it."
He Jing was arranging the food when she heard this. She raised her eyes slightly and asked unhurriedly, "Where is it not authentic?"
Zhou Qiu pointed to the sauce plate in front of her and said, "Ketchup and mayonnaise cannot be mixed. They are best paired with brown sauce and white sauce. This method does not conform to the cooking logic of French cuisine."
He Jing raised an eyebrow, finding it inexplicably amusing, and asked, "Teacher, do you know what French cuisine is?"
Upon hearing that he was being questioned, Zhou Qiu immediately put on a stern face and said, "Are you doubting my professional competence?"
He Jing remained noncommittal, simply saying leisurely, "Although French cuisine is rigorous in its cooking methods and emphasizes highlighting the original flavor of the ingredients, it never restricts the chef's creativity. The combination of tomato sauce and mayonnaise is not uncommon in French cuisine. It also has another name, Thousand Island dressing. Later, lemon juice, chopped hard-boiled eggs, chopped bell peppers, and pickles were added to Thousand Island dressing, which diluted the tomato flavor. That's why it became known as the authentic Thousand Island dressing. But the existence of the old version of Thousand Island dressing has never been denied. French tomato sauce plus French mayonnaise, which is another name for mayonnaise, isn't that French enough, teacher?"
Zhou Qiu was speechless, choked with emotion.
Of course he knew, but seeing that things weren't going well, he deliberately wanted to find fault with her, but he didn't expect her to be so eloquent.
"Teacher, you wouldn't be so desperate as to target Sister Jing that you're even disregarding professional ethics, would you?" Shen Qiuyu questioned loudly.
Zhou Qiu turned around and glared at Shen Qiuyu, then turned to He Jing: "Sorry, teacher made a mistake. This is an authentic French-style pan-fried sole. Please continue."
He Jing placed the last Bauhinia flower on the plate, picked it up, and said, "It's ready, teacher. We can now have a taste test and evaluation."
Zhou Qiu had no choice but to return to the kitchen counter and put on a fair and impartial demeanor.
Zhou Xue'er was displeased that Zhou Qiu's stunts had lowered her standards, and snorted, "You talk a good game, but we don't even know if it tastes good yet. Eat my teacher first, my fish is getting cold."
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