Zhou Qiu tried Zhou Xue'er's French pan-fried sole first. He picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. The spiciness of black pepper and the slight sourness of lemon combined perfectly. The fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the faint taste of butter and fresh parsley adding to its rich taste. A symphony of sparks exploded in Zhou Qiu's mouth. Giving such a dish a score of more than nine points was not an exaggeration.
The uneasiness in Zhou Qiu's heart finally weakened. Revealing a satisfied smile, he said, "Very good. It's delicious. It seems Student Zhou has a remarkable talent for French cuisine. I'll award you full marks for this pan-fried sole cooked in the French style."
Whoa--
She got full marks right off the bat!
How could He Jing surpass her?
Could there be a score better than full marks for a dish?
