Chapter 130 - Chapter 130: Is She a Cooking Black Hole?
Chapter 130: Is She a Cooking Black Hole?
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The Zhou family was originally in the food and beverage industry, so Zhou Xue’er was dissatisfied when He Jing ordered her around.
No matter how bad Zhou Xue’er’s cooking was, she was still better than the average person. He Jing was nothing compared to her, yet she thought she was all that. It made Zhou Xue’er feel like giving her a good beating.
Now, the opportunity for revenge had finally arrived.
Zhou Xue’er knew she had to seize this opportunity to humiliate He Jing. Now was no time to think about horror houses or secret rooms.
Cheng Yi stepped into the classroom just then. When she heard Zhou Xue’er’s bold words, she silently cursed, ‘You idiot!’
He Jing had Yan Hanxi to protect her. So what if Zhou Xue’er’s cousin was a teacher? The teacher would still have to tell the truth or risk incurring Yan
Hanxi’s ire. Zhou Xue’er was just setting herself up as a stepping stone for He Jing to bask in the limelight.
No. She could not allow it.
She had to stop the cooking class from resuming at all costs.
Cheng Yi gritted her teeth and called Ye Shuping, hoping she would have some way to stop the cooking classes from being reintroduced into the curriculum. Unfortunately, her prayers were destined to be dashed. “Xiao Yi, although the Cheng family is a stakeholder in Yin High School, we don’t have the right to interfere in the school’s day-to-day operations. Focus on your lessons. When you come home, I’ll take you to a spa. I won’t let you ruin your hands or face from these cooking lessons.”
Cheng Yi wallowed in despair. Was there no other way…?
Suddenly, an idea came to her.
Meanwhile, Zhou Xue’er was also on her phone with her cousin, Zhou Qiu, to confirm that the plan was going smoothly.
“Don’t worry, Cousin. I’ll settle your grievances for you once I start teaching at Yin High School,” Zhou Qiu said, patting his chest.
Zhou Xue’er hung up and re-entered the classroom. She sniffed smugly at He Jing’s direction.
As the afternoon cooking class approached, the class broke into a heated discussion.
“Do you think He Jing knows how to cook? I asked around, but no one in A City seems to be making French jellies.”
“I don’t think so. Think about it. He Jing tried everything she could to woo Brother Xi, but she never prepared a lunch box for him.”
“Besides, don’t you all remember our last cooking class? He Jing ordered Zhou
Xue’er to bake a cake, and we all know how the final product turned out.”
“The teacher threw up after taking a bite. She said she had never tasted such a horrible cake before. Wasn’t the task quite simple? Only He Jing’s group failed…
“He Jing is a cooking black hole!”
Shen Qiuyu listened to the chatter and finally lost her cool, slamming her book against the table with a loud bang. She glared at her classmates and said, “Isn’t it enough that Sister Jing’s grades are among the best? She doesn’t have to be good at everything! Does she need to be all-rounded and achieve perfection before anyone gives her a break?”
The gossiping students turned to each other, sharing the same thought, ‘I guess that’s true…’
He Jing had good grades, was pretty, and could even kick mineral water bottles. How many girls out there could compare with her? What did it matter if she could not cook?!
Zhou Xue’er had been closely monitoring her classmates’ opinions of He Jing. Sneering, she said, “The point isn’t whether she is an all-rounder or not. It’s fine if she can’t cook. What isn’t is her continued lies! She blames others for her failures and was also the cause of some of us failing our last cooking practical. This is a problem. Shen Qiuyu, you’re so stubborn. Why don’t you join He Jing later and see how you like it!”
Shen Qiuyu choked, losing all color on her face. “It’s just for one lesson. No matter how bad Sister Jing’s cooking is, I won’t make fun of her.”
Zhou Xue’er smile widened. “It’s three to a group. You are still missing one person. Who else is willing to join the two of you?”
Terrified looks were shared among the students; none wanted to be forced into the same group as Shen Qiuyu and He Jing. It was so discomforting that Shen Qiuyu almost cried in anger.
“You’ll regret treating Sister Jing like this!” she roared.
Zhou Xue’er said disdainfully, “You’re the only one confident in He Jing’s cooking. No one else is willing to be in the same group as her. Doesn’t that speak for itself?”
“My, my. I can’t wait for our cooking class,” a voice sounded. It was as if that person knew something everyone else did not..