Chapter 135: You’re Still in the Mood to Drink Red Wine?

Chapter 135: You’re Still in the Mood to Drink Red Wine?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Zhou Qiu had some understanding of his cousin, Zhou Xue’er. He knew she was a deft hand at cooking fish-related dishes. What was the French pan-fried sole to her? It was one of her specialties!
Still, he could not appear biased, so he pretended to be deep thought as he said, “How about the sole?” he asked. “Sure,” He Jing said calmly.
Sole…
It was something He Jing was tired of making.
With the topic established, the PK officially began. The other students were also expected to cook sole, but it was obvious that no one had the mind to focus on their cooking. Instead, their attention was split between He Jing and Zhou Xue’er.
“You’re dead, He Jing,” Zhou Xue’er said to He Jing, who was not far away from her, as she tied her apron.
He Jing ignored her and took off her hair tie. She untied her high ponytail and retied it into a bun.
The boys in the class were gobsmacked.
He Jing looked so good in a bun!
However, before they could stare for more than two seconds, they felt a chill on the back of their necks. They turned around and saw Yan Hanxi with a faint smile and a cold gaze.
The boys felt their hearts leap to their throats. They did not dare cast their wandering eyes over He Jing any longer. Shen Qiuyu shouted, “Sister Jing, get her!”
“Shen Qiuyu, please keep quiet. This is still a lesson,” Cheng Yi’s mellow voice sounded.
As she spoke, she glanced at Zhou Qiu at the head table. Zhou Qiu coughed and scolded. “Shen Qiuyu, if you continue to cause a ruckus, you’ll stand outside as punishment.”
Shen Qiuyu glared at Cheng Yi fiercely. ‘They’re in cahoots!’ she cried in her mind.
However, she said nothing else, turning her attention to Zhou Xue’er and He Jing.
Since He Jing dared to accept this PK, she must know how to cook.
The only question that remained was who was better, Zhou Xue’er or He Jing?
Zhou Xue’er was the first to take action. She fished a fresh sole from the fish tank and cleaned it up neatly while He Jing remained still.
Shen Qiuyu could not help but feel a little anxious. Could He Jing have agreed to this PK impulsively and did not know how to cook?
When He Jing finally took action, she first popped a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, poured it into a glass, and took a sip.
Her actions stupefied the class.
This…
Was she not going to cook?
The class was only 45 minutes long, and she had to share the equipment with the rest.
Zhou Xu’er was originally worried that He Jing could cook. Why else would she accept her challenge? With her actions, was she afraid she would be exposed and mocked? Was that why she was not doing anything?
“Hmph!” Zhou Xue’er could not help but snort. “He Jing, it’s not too late for you to admit defeat now,” she said with disdain.
“Why should I admit defeat?” He Jing finished the glass of red wine in one gulp, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.
Her interest had been Diaued.
She always drank a little before cooking; it was a habit.
But it was also a sign that she was treating the challenge seriously.
The only other time she had gotten serious was when the master of French cuisine, Chef Ferlin, tested her on how much she had learned.
He Jing set aside her empty wine glass and strode toward the tank, picking the biggest sole by its tail. The sole, sensing danger, tried its best to escape, but it was in vain. To outsiders, it almost looked like the fish was leaping into He Jing’s arms as if knowing it would soon be cooked into a wonderful pan-fried sole. He Jing did not disappoint.
Everyone watched the scene unfold in a daze. They looked like a bunch of automatons that had short-circuited. Even Zhou Qiu was on his feet instantly, his eyes the size of dinner plates. Meanwhile, Cheng Yi’s expression had morphed into one of shock.
How did she do it?
Compared to Zhou Xue’er, who had to work so hard to cut and scale the fish, He Jing had finished processing the fish, separating it into its constituent parts in seconds. No wonder she could be so carefree as to spend her precious minutes drinking wine!
Yan Hanxi smiled. He glanced at Zhou Qiu at the cooking table and called Wu Yu over. He whispered a few instructions to him and asked him to sneak out. No one noticed this detail because He Jing attracted everyone’s attention..