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Chapter 138 - 138: You Can Get 500 Points
Chapter 138 - 138: You Can Get 500 Points
Chapter 138: You Can Get 500 Points
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
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?
Although He Jing’s French pan-fried sole was incredibly fragrant, it could only be on par with Zhou Xue’er’s performance.
Feeling that Zhou Qiu was biased, the students lowered their heads to taste Zhou Xue’er’s French pan-fried sole…
It was delicious.
It was delicious!
It was indeed an impeccable dish, whether fragrance, color, or taste.
This…
He Jing was probably going to lose.
Worry wormed its way into the hearts of He Jing’s classmates. Yet, He Jing seemed completely unphased, serving her pan-fried sole as if it were the most natural action in the world. The fish she had cooked was dark red, and it was very eye-catching.
Dark red?
It was almost the color of blood! If one did not know better, one would have wondered if the fish had been cooked. Despite being fried once, it maintained the same bloody shade of red. What kind of cooking was this?
It was hard to imagine that such a fragrant smell came from this strange fish.
Zhou Xue’er only took a glance and was certain that she would win. She sneered coldly, “I didn’t expect you to spend so much effort on something so ugly! Are you trying to poison my cous… Teacher, what a waste of ingredients.”
He Jing ignored her. She did not even look at her. She just put the French pan-fried sole on the table and said, “Teacher, please try it.”
Zhou Qiu looked at the fish and frowned. Wanting to make things difficult for He Jing, he deliberately asked, “How long did you fry it? Is this fish edible?” “It was fried for four minutes,” He Jing replied.
“Four minutes?” Zhou Qiu gasped with mock surprise. “The sole you chose was so big, but you only fried it for four minutes? I’m not eating it. Take it away.”
He Jing looked at him calmly. “Teacher, have you decided to ignore what’s right and declare Zhou Xue’er the winner without tasting my food?”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Zhou Qiu quickly denied.
He Jing crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at her teacher with a furious look.
Zhou Qiu met her eyes and felt a strong sense of oppression. He gritted his teeth and said, “Alright. I’ll give you an evaluation later. But you had better not make a fuss if I rule your dish to be inferior to Student Zhou’s.”
“Please.”
With a disdainful expression that conveyed his reluctance to partake in the fish He Jing had cooked, Zhou Qiu carefully picked a piece of fish and bit into the meat.
One bite, and he was at a loss for words.
Heavens!
What a delicacy!
If Zhou Xue’er’s pan-fried sole was worthy of full marks, this dish was worth at least 500 marks!
The fish was neither unpalatable nor greasy. It was as if the fish had never lived in the sea but had been nurtured in a river of red wine. The wine’s sweet taste and the fish’s savory taste blended seamlessly. Zhou Qiu could feel himself being transported to a grand palace in the 19th century, sitting at a long table where a lady holding a glass of red wine smiled mysteriously at him.
He also noted the faint citrusy notes of lemon but could not taste the bitterness that usually accompanied it. Instead, only a mellow sweetness lingered at the back of his throat.
Unconsciously, he dipped the fish in the sauce made from ketchup and mayonnaise. It was such a wonderful combination that he could not help but sigh..