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 Xueâer was dissatisfied when He Jing ordered her around.
No matter how bad Zhou Xueâerâs 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 Xueâer feel like giving her a good beating.
Now, the opportunity for revenge had finally arrived.
Zhou Xueâer 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 Xueâerâs bold words, she silently cursed, âYou idiot!â
He Jing had Yan Hanxi to protect her. So what if Zhou Xueâerâs cousin was a teacher? The teacher would still have to tell the truth or risk incurring Yan
Hanxiâs ire. Zhou Xueâer 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. âXiao Yi, although the Cheng family is a stakeholder in Yin High School, we donât have the right to interfere in the schoolâs day-to-day operations. Focus on your lessons. When you come home, Iâll take you to a spa. I wonât let you ruin your hands or face from these cooking lessons.â
Cheng Yi wallowed in despair. Was there no other way�
Suddenly, an idea came to her.
Meanwhile, Zhou Xueâer was also on her phone with her cousin, Zhou Qiu, to confirm that the plan was going smoothly.
âDonât worry, Cousin. Iâll settle your grievances for you once I start teaching at Yin High School,â Zhou Qiu said, patting his chest.
Zhou Xueâer hung up and re-entered the classroom. She sniffed smugly at He Jingâs direction.
As the afternoon cooking class approached, the class broke into a heated discussion.
âDo you think He Jing knows how to cook? I asked around, but no one in A City seems to be making French jellies.â
âI donât think so. Think about it. He Jing tried everything she could to woo Brother Xi, but she never prepared a lunch box for him.â
âBesides, donât you all remember our last cooking class? He Jing ordered Zhou
Xueâer to bake a cake, and we all know how the final product turned out.â
âThe teacher threw up after taking a bite. She said she had never tasted such a horrible cake before. Wasnât the task quite simple? Only He Jingâs group failedâ¦
âHe Jing is a cooking black hole!â
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, âIsnât it enough that Sister Jingâs grades are among the best? She doesnât have to be good at everything! Does she need to be all-rounded and achieve perfection before anyone gives her a break?â
The gossiping students turned to each other, sharing the same thought, âI guess thatâs trueâ¦â
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 Xueâer had been closely monitoring her classmatesâ opinions of He Jing. Sneering, she said, âThe point isnât whether she is an all-rounder or not. Itâs fine if she canât cook. What isnât 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, youâre so stubborn. Why donât you join He Jing later and see how you like it!â
Shen Qiuyu choked, losing all color on her face. âItâs just for one lesson. No matter how bad Sister Jingâs cooking is, I wonât make fun of her.â
Zhou Xueâer smile widened. âItâs three to a group. You are still missing one person. Who else is willing to join the two of you?â
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.
âYouâll regret treating Sister Jing like this!â she roared.
Zhou Xueâer said disdainfully, âYouâre the only one confident in He Jingâs cooking. No one else is willing to be in the same group as her. Doesnât that speak for itself?â
âMy, my. I canât wait for our cooking class,â a voice sounded. It was as if that person knew something everyone else did not..