The next day, He Jing brought her prepared things to school.

Yan Hanxi hadn't come yet, but Wu Yu came up when he saw her.

He stared curiously at the pink lunch box He Jing was holding, and said in surprise, "Sister Jing, you ate a bento at noon today, who made it?"

He Jing sat down and replied, "I did it myself."

Wu Yu tore his throat as if he had seen a ghost: "Sister Jing, do you still know how to cook?"

It immediately attracted the attention of the whole class.

When Shen Qiuyu heard it, she was also surprised: "Sister Jing, do you still know how to cook?"

He Jing laughed and said, "Is cooking anything difficult?"

Shen Qiuyu nodded and said, "Yingao used to have a cooking class, because everyone didn't know how to cook, and it was too unpalatable, every time the cooking teacher tried it, he would vomit, so several cooking teachers resigned, so this course was canceled."

He Jing: "......"

There is such a thing.

What the hell is the magic of the silver high.

Wu Yu had never seen He Jing cook, in the previous cooking class of three, she commanded others to do it, today it was rare to see a miracle, he couldn't hold back his excitement, and said, "Sister Jing, you open the lunch box for me to see."

He Jing frowned: "What's so nice about this?"

However, not only Wu Yu wanted to see it, but Shen Qiuyu wanted to see it, and the whole class wanted to see it.

One by one, they stared back and forth, unable to take their eyes off it, until the elegant and noble young man walked into the classroom with lazy steps.

He Jing directly stuffed the lunch box into his hand: "Oh, it's for you."

In an instant, everyone's eyes shifted from He Jing to Yan Hanxi.

Yan Hanxi looked at the cheap plastic lunch box in his hand, with a cute hellokitty painted on it, and his thin lips curled slightly: "You really did it?"

He Jing said, "Of course, I never break my word."

Yan Hanxi opened the lunch box, and saw that the first layer was an overly beautiful French vegetable jelly, and the color was very stimulating and hit everyone's eyes.

Yan Hanxi thought that He Jing dared to say that he would cook for him, and his cooking skills must not be bad, but he didn't expect her to far exceed his expectations as soon as she made a move.

As the prince of the Yan family, he has eaten countless good things, and he can naturally see the value of this French jelly at a glance, and with this attractive appearance, it is worth at least 80,000 yuan in a high-end hotel.

Cheng Yi, who was sitting in the seat, observed the movement from a distance, and his funny and mocking expression suddenly froze on his face.

How could it be!

The people of the Cheng family clearly said that she couldn't cook!

The only time I cooked was to make longevity noodles for Cheng Yue.

The noodles were all rolled out, and a lot of salt was put in, and Cheng Yue only ate one bite, and then asked people to take it and pour it secretly.

How could He Jing make such a high-grade French jelly?!

Everyone else was stunned, this french jelly looked too delicious, the color was wrapped in a transparent cool coat, so soft that it would keep bouncing when you poked it.

Unconsciously, they swallowed their saliva, among which Wu Yu was closest and swallowed the loudest, Yan Hanxi glanced at him and said, "Want to eat?"

Wu Yu nodded and shook his head.

Yan Hanxi hooked his lips proudly: "The three good students made it for me by themselves."

The implication is that it is not your share.

Wu Yu looked at He Jing sadly.

He Jing: "......"

In an atmosphere of envy, jealousy and hatred, suddenly a discordant voice was inserted, from Cheng Yixin's sister Zhou Xue'er: "He Jing can't cook at all, Brother Xi, don't be deceived by her."