Zhou Yu had no choice but to eat Zhou Xue'er's French fried sole first, he picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, the pungent taste of black pepper and the slight acidity of lemon were combined just right, no more, no less, the fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the faint butter taste melted into it, accompanied by the fragrance of parsley, directly hit the taste buds, such a work is not too much to score more than nine points.

The uneasiness in Zhou Yi's heart was finally diluted, and he smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, very delicious, it seems that Zhou Xueer has a talent for French cooking, I give full marks to this French pan-fried sole."

Wow –

The opening is a perfect score.

How can this He Jing be surpassed?

A perfect score is the highest level of praise for a dish.

Although He Jing's French pan-fried sole broke her nose, no matter how powerful she was, she could only match Zhou Xueer's results.

The students who felt that Zhou Xue was clearly eccentric lowered their heads and tasted the soles made by Zhou Xue'er......

Delicious.

It's really delicious.

Indeed, a dish that is impeccable in terms of aroma, color, and taste.

This......

He Jing is afraid that she will lose.

Everyone was worried, but they saw that He Jing was unusually calm and brought up the fried sole that he had made, and the unique presentation was dark red fish pieces.

Scarlet?

This color is extremely bloody, it looks like blood, as if this fish is undercooked, it has been fried once, but it still maintains this color, this can't be some kind of dark cuisine, right?

It's hard to imagine that such a fragrant smell emanating from such a strange piece of fish.

Zhou Xue'er only glanced at it, and then she was sure that she had won, and sneered coldly: "I didn't expect that the things you spent so long making were so ugly, do you want to poison my hall...... Teacher, what a waste of ingredients."

He Jing ignored her, didn't even give her a glance, and only put this French fried flounder on the table: "Teacher, please taste it."

Zhou Yi looked at the fish and frowned, and deliberately asked with a hint of humiliation, "How long have you been frying, can this fish be eaten?"

He Jing replied, "It was fried for four minutes."

"Four minutes?" Zhou Yu showed an exaggerated expression, "The solefish you chose is so big, you only fried it for four minutes?" I don't eat it, take it."

He Jing looked at him without waves: "Then did the teacher decide to ignore fairness and directly sentence Zhou Xue'er to win?"

Zhou Yi choked and quickly denied, "I didn't mean that."

He Jing withdrew her hand and hugged her chest, and stared at him burningly: "Then please take a bite of the teacher."

Zhou Yi met her eyes, inexplicably felt a strong sense of oppression, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll evaluate it later, don't be unconvinced."

He Jing: "Please."

Only then did Zhou Yi show an expression of disgust and reluctance, and poked a little fish meat with chopsticks and ate it in his mouth.

Then, he was completely stunned.

Oh, my God!

What a delicacy it is!

If Zhou Xue'er's pan-fried sole deserves full marks, then this sole dish at least scores!

There is no imaginary unpalatable smell of blood and unacceptable greasy taste, this fish seems to have never lived in the sea, but grows in the long river of red wine, the mellow taste of red wine mixed with the salty taste of fish straight to the sky, the moment he took it into his mouth, he seemed to see a court lady in the nineteenth century sitting at a long dining table, shaking the red wine glass and smiling mysteriously at him, and also adding sour lemon as a seasoning, but he could not taste a little bitterness of lemon, but remained in his throat after swallowing, Slowly swirl with a hint of sweetness.

Dipping a little more in the tomato sauce and mayonnaise mixture, his body and mind were so satisfied that he couldn't help but sigh.