Zhou Xueer jumped up from her seat and stared intently at He Jing's actions. He Jing had actually chosen the thinnest chick.
What's going on?!
This chicken looks malnourished!
If He Jing hadn't promised to work at Zhou's Restaurant until she died if she lost the competition, she would have really thought that He Jing was deliberately messing with her!
She just didn't want the Zhou family to compete; she just didn't want her to continue being a rich girl.
But!
She signed a contract!
They've already taken the money!
Zhou Xueer wanted to curse, but couldn't get the words out; her pretty face turned pale and then flushed.
Suddenly, a deep, magnetic voice, like the sound of a cello, rang out from behind: "Zhou Xue'er, sit down."
Zhou Xueer turned around and met Yan Hanxi's cold eyes. Her body trembled, and goosebumps suddenly rose on her arms.
She dared not block Yan Hanxi's view any longer and quickly sat down.
Below, Chef Wang and He Jing had already started cooking.
Chef Wang, being a seasoned chef, immediately devised a method—braised.
Braised young chicken is a famous home-style dish. The tender and juicy chicken paired with the fragrant and sweet chestnuts brings out the best in the ingredients in a simple and unremarkable way.
But good taste alone is not enough. All the chefs know that to conquer the palates of the extremely discerning judges, they must present a unique delicacy. Even if they make braised chicken to perfection, they will not get high scores if it is not fresh. So he decisively selected a few special ingredients and put them into the recipe.
These special ingredients were inspired by a dish of boiled shrimp a few days ago, even though shrimp is seafood and chicken is poultry, the cooking methods are completely different.
But he already had the ability to perfectly blend the two, and the braised chicken, even before it was fully cooked, already released a rich and fragrant aroma...
In an instant, the entire competition venue and even the audience seats were filled with an indescribable and wonderful smell.
Even though I wasn't hungry, my stomach kept growling, as if my cravings had been awakened.
The judges, sitting on the judging panel, couldn't help but swallow hard.
The chefs at Xingwang Restaurant screamed excitedly, "Ohhhhhh, we're going to win this time!"
On the other hand, He Jing did nothing. She simply cut the chicken into pieces, coated them with breadcrumbs, and then fried them in a pan.
The hot oil was bubbling and gurgling, and the chicken pieces changed color as soon as they were put in, but she didn't scoop them out.
Young chicken meat is very tender. If it's fried for too long, the meat will become tough and a lot of nutrients will be lost. Even if the chicken pieces are coated with something, she shouldn't fry them for that long.
Zhou Xueer endured to the extreme and tried to stand up again, but before she could move, she felt a chill on her neck.
My head, which had been throbbing with anger, quickly calmed down as the coldness emanating from the person behind me began to radiate.
She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, silently screaming in her heart: Come on, He Jing, where have all your usual skills gone...
Perhaps heaven heard her prayers, for He Jing finally fished the chicken pieces out of the oil, coating them with an unknown liquid. Before she could think this was He Jing's ultimate weapon to defeat her, He Jing threw the chicken pieces back into the oil.
Zhou Xueer's vision went black, and she slumped into her seat, her gaze unfocused, utterly hopeless.
Why torture her like this?
Can't she just quit being a rich heiress?
Please, have some decency!
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