"He Jing, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know, steam the sole, she poured the rest of the red wine on the sole, is she going to cook it?"

"What is she doing with all this spice?"

"I don't know, I can't read it at all!"

……

He Jing put down the empty red wine bottle and began to make the sauce again.

The most important thing in French cuisine is the sauce, which is the essence of a dish and can also reflect the skill and connotation of a chef.

He Jing had decided to use the most basic tomato sauce and mayonnaise mix, with plenty of chopped celery and a pinch of black pepper to stimulate the taste buds, and since there was no ready-made ketchup and mayonnaise in the kitchen, He Jing had to make it on the spot.

Every step was as skillful as if she had done it a thousand times, the bright red tomatoes turned into puree in her hands, and the onions, carrots, butter, and ordinary ketchup added to it were stirred in, and little by little disappeared, because there was also mayonnaise, He Jing omitted some ingredients of authentic French ketchup, but the chicken broth and bacon that had been temporarily thawed and boiled could not be left out.

Zhou Xue'er watched He Jing's sauce take shape step by step, and hurriedly gritted her teeth to speed up herself, rinsed the sole, and then started to make the sauce as well, but the sauce recipe she had originally thought of suddenly forgot it, and it took a while to remember.

She felt a tremendous amount of pressure......

From He Jing.

Damn He Jing, she can do anything.

But when he thought of the cruel words he put down, he forced himself to regain his composure.

Zhou Xue'er, you can't lose here.

Perhaps it was self-comfort that worked, Zhou Xueer finally restrained her inner fear and remembered her advantages, she learned to cook with chefs all over the country since she was a child, and her experience is far beyond that ordinary people can compare......

He Jing may just have beautiful techniques, but the taste may not reach the passing line.

As the clock ticked by, the whole cooking room was filled with a strong aroma.

The more Zhou Xue'er did it, the more confident she became, seeing that the fried sole was finished little by little, and He Jing was still doing it, she couldn't help but feel proud.

The speed of cooking can often directly reflect a person's level, He Jing has not finished it yet, and her skills are obviously not as good as her......

It's ridiculous that she was scared by her just now!

The more Shen Qiuyu and others looked at it, the more anxious they became, and they began to discuss:

"Why hasn't Sister Jing finished yet?"

"It feels like this fish is only halfway there...... Eh, it's finally time to get off the pot."

"What is she going to do? I'm going to fry the sole too?"

"No, I heard that fried sole is Zhou Xue'er's specialty, is He Jing struggling?"

……

Seeing that Zhou Xue'er had already put the prepared dishes on the plate, it looked appetizing, she raised her chin slightly, and said, "Teacher, He Jing's is not finished yet, you can try mine first, I have done more, and I can try again later."

Zhou Yi saw that Zhou Xue'er was the first to finish, and felt that Zhou Xue'er had stabilized, and his heart was relieved, and he felt that Cheng Yi was boasting about how powerful He Jing was on WeChat, but in fact, it was just that, which one can compare to their Zhou family in terms of cooking?

He nodded, pretending to be serious, "Okay, then you bring it over, and the rest will be distributed to the other students."

Just as Zhou Xue'er was about to serve her French fried sole, a powerful fragrance suddenly spread from He Jing's side, and everyone turned their heads to look, only to see He Jing uncover the lid of the pot, as if detonating an aroma bomb in an instant.