The days flew by, and soon, it was the second last class of a certain Friday afternoon. It was time for the long-awaited cooking class.
Zhou Xue'er was full of confidence that she would embarrass He Jing today. Occasionally, she would glance at He Jing with eyes full of pride and anticipation.
"Xue'er, what are you going to do?" A girl who was on good terms with her asked. "When I passed by the teacher's office just now, I heard our new cooking teacher say that the topic for today's cooking class is French cuisine..."
Zhou Xue'er had already thought about it. "I'll make a French pan-fried sole," she replied, "It is my specialty and one of France's more important dishes. It will amaze everyone."
Even in front of a professional gourmet, she showed no fear.
The girl on good terms with Cheng Yi gloated. "I'm sure He Jing must be miserable. Let's see how she covers up for her lie!"
