Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

Bian Yingning and Mark looked at Shang Qinghui with complicated faces.

Despite the scorching gazes of the two, Shang Qinghui was not vain at all, it was just that the hands stuffed in his pockets were unconsciously clenched into fists.

Seeing the joyful smile on Mark's face, and Shang Qinghui's expression that I really didn't lie to you, Bian Yingning couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Although she didn't learn French on purpose, she has been to France a few times.

These few sentences that Mark said are very basic French, the kind that everyone can learn.

For a moment, she didn't know whether it was Shang Qinghui who thought her a fool, or whether she should look at Shang Qinghui like a fool.

Why did she feel that Shang Qinghui was provoking trouble?

I'm afraid these words are what she wants to say to her, right?

Bian Yingning squatted on the ground and looked up at the two of them, and said in a calm tone, "If I remember correctly, it has nothing to do with luck. The ingredients for each of our groups are the same."

Shang Qinghui: "..."

She glanced around, and it seemed that no one was complaining about the problem with the ingredients she got.

Suffered, careless.

She thought she was going to open the blind box.

Shang Qinghui, who had a very bright mind, immediately turned against the guest: "This foreigner is too much, he knows how to accuse people without knowing anything clearly, he won't want to make trouble."

It is true that someone wants to make trouble.

Mark tilted his head to look at Shang Qinghui, scratched his head as if thinking about some ancient problem, and finally chose to ask Shang Qinghui what Bian Yingning was talking about in French.

Mark: The Chinese have said it, so don't be ashamed to ask.

"Oh, she said she was annoyed when she saw you." Shang Qinghui answered casually.

After finishing speaking, Shang Qinghui suddenly realized something, covered her mouth suddenly, and didn't even dare to turn her head to see Bian Yingning's expression.

However, a shadow slowly cast over.

It was Bian Yingning who was squatting on the ground and stood up.

Now Shang Qinghui just wants to give herself two slaps.

She's a sand dollar and she admits it!

Her "revenge plan" hasn't started to implement yet, why did it die in her own hands!

Mark asked her just now, because she listened to French as if she was listening to her own mother tongue, she didn't pay attention for a while, and naturally replied in Chinese.

It's really small grass and big grass is all grass.

"What's 'she said she's annoying when she sees you'?" Bian Yingning didn't know when she got so close to her, so close that the words sounded to Shang Qinghui as if she said them right next to her ears. Her hairs stood on end.

Clearly there was no emotion in her voice, yet Shang Qinghui heard her own heartbeat as loud as a drum.

"She...he said," Shang Qinghui opened his mouth, and then suddenly turned his attention to Mark, just like complaining to Bian Yingning: "This person said that he really doesn't want to work with you, and that he is annoying when he sees you."

Mark blinked his light brown amber-like deep eyes and looked at Shang Qinghui's big innocent eyes. He didn't know why such a cute girl could say such nonsense in front of the person involved without changing her expression.

He spoke with a tongue that seemed to be knotted, and said a mishmash of Chinese, English and French, so blunt that people could hardly understand: "You, Meiyou, Xiangguo, can jeke listener Dongzhong ask?"

"..."

"..."

A deadly silence spread in the console of the three of them.

After understanding what Mark wanted to express, it was Bian Yingning who couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Pfft--

Cough, cough, cough—"

Bian Yingning wanted to laugh, but Shang Qinghui wanted to hold back, and finally choked on her own saliva, and coughed dryly.

She really didn't expect Shang Qinghui to overturn so quickly, and in such a form.

The face of Shang Qingfen next to him turned red like a cloud of fire.

She... really didn't think that Mark could understand Chinese.

... She will never end with Bian Yingning in this life!

Seeing her plan to sow dissension come to light, Shang Qinghui gritted her teeth and said loudly to the two of them, "I'm sorry! Pardon!"

Then turned around and wanted to run.

But when she passed by Bian Yingning, she grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

The floor was made of tiles, and it was quite slippery. Shang Qinghui was pulled and spun half a circle and fell onto Bian Yingning.

Bian Yingning took half a step back to distance her from her and let her stand still: "What are you running for?"

Shang Qing's eyebrows were filled with grievances, but his face was still red: "What else do you want?"

Her revenge hadn't even started yet, but she ended it in a snap, her face was trampled on the ground by the two of them, she just wanted to be quiet now.

Bian Yingning looked amused: "You sow discord between us, are you still wronged?"

"I want you to take care of it." Shang Qinghui said in a small voice, gritting her teeth.

"Snapped."

"?"

After a crisp sound, Shang Qinghui held his forehead that had just been bumped and looked up in disbelief at Bian Yingning who was withdrawing his hand.

"You hit me?" Shang Qinghui's already round eyes widened and widened.

"You ruined my reputation in front of me. I just vented my anger and made us even."

"You pulled me back just to hit me?" Shang Qinghui stared at Bian Yingning for a moment, stubbornly waiting for an answer.

Mark can understand a little Chinese. He looked at the two people who stared at each other because of his words and felt that they were about to start a fight, and looked at the host who was introducing the judges and explaining the rules of the competition. He didn't know what to do. .

Bian Yingning approached Shang Qingfen, the clothes of the two of them pressed against each other, and the cloth rubbed against each other making some noises.

Like sandpaper on the heart.

They were very close, so close that they could bump into each other with the tip of their noses, and they looked at each other.

"More than that, you have to continue to translate for us, you can't leave the mess and run away." Bian Yingning looked into Shang Qinghui's eyes and said slowly.

When she spoke, obviously her lips did not touch Shang Qinghui's, but Shang Qinghui felt itchy between her lips, as if a feather brushed against her.

too close.

As if escaping, Shang Qinghui took the lead to back away, biting her red lips with her white teeth, as if she was unwilling to do so, and was so upset that she couldn't think of a solution.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing about me, you two!" Mark ran to the middle of the two and separated them and said in French.

Bian Yingning couldn't understand the long string he said, but Shang Qinghui could.

What does it mean to quarrel over him, she...she is...

"Okay, the competition is ready to start, don't make trouble." When Bian Yingning said this, her eyes were only on Shang Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui hung his head and didn't speak.

Although Bian Yingning didn't know what she did to make Shang Qinghui hate her, but when she remembered the "bad woman" she kept calling out to her when she was drunk the night before, she knew that there must be something she hadn't noticed that offended her, so As for her coming to translate for herself, she just wanted to spoil her game.

After Bian Yingning finished speaking, she took out the ingredients from the cupboard to count and see what dishes she could make, but when she turned around, she found that Shang Qinghui had run away.

Bian Yingning was just stunned for a moment, and finally resumed her usual actions.

Mark listened to the host above with great interest, but Bian Yingning was not interested in this kind of opening speech.

When she was packed up and thinking about how to communicate with Mark, she heard footsteps.

Turning her head, the person she thought had run away, the short-tempered Baozi, ran back again.

Maybe it's because I went to wash my face, my temples are still a little wet, and my small face is also moist.

Shang Qinghui didn't even look at Bian Yingning when he came back, he ran to stand with Mark, feeling awkward to the naked eye.

Mark didn't notice that she had left and came back at all. When he saw her coming to him, he asked her familiarly what the host said. He felt a little confused by the translation.

Knowing her temper, Bian Yingning didn't hold on to this issue with her, and tacitly skipped it.

The content of this round of competition is that they can play freely according to the ingredients they get. The host above has announced that the competition has officially started after finishing the precautions.

Although there was a countdown on the big screen, the host brought a giant hourglass.

As soon as the hourglass was turned upside down, the fine sand fell down along the narrow space, and the tense atmosphere of the game immediately came up.

The total time is one hour, and there are no restrictions on the types and styles. You can cook as many dishes as you want, but two people must work together to present a dinner, and one person cannot be responsible for all of them.

"Ask him if he has any good ideas." Bian Yingning didn't rush to act, and said to Shang Qinghui first.

It doesn't matter if you don't come close to her, no matter how far you stand, you still have to translate for her.

Shang Qinghui translated to Mark with lowered eyes.

Mark said a lot of "R" and "R" with his tongue.

Bian Yingning stared at the two of them as they communicated.

It's strange, the same language, why I always feel that it sounds many times better when it comes out of Shang Qinghui's mouth than Mark's.

After Mark finished speaking, Shang Qinghui subconsciously looked at Bian Yingning.

It happened to meet her looking at him in a daze.

It seems to be nostalgic, it seems to be appreciated, it seems to be...

It was completely different from when they looked at each other just now.

Shang Qingfen was caught off guard, her heart trembled as if being hit by something.

Looking at each other, Shang Qinghui thought a lot at that moment.

She remembered why she came to be Bian Yingning's interpreter.

She originally wanted to teach her a lesson to sabotage—

At first it was because she knew that she had informed her bodyguards, but later it was because her parents annoyed her by comparing her with Bian Yingning.

Anyway, I just can't understand her.

But at this moment, she suddenly realized that she was really naive.

Under her gaze, she seemed to have nowhere to hide.

All the plans that had made her feel passionate suddenly became dull.

Shang Qinghui shook his head, bored.

Looking up, Bian Yingning was still looking at her.

"He said that a thirteen-course meal would definitely not work according to the French meal, so he wanted to simplify it and just make an appetizer, a soup, a steak for the main meal, and a dessert.

Of course, this is just his idea, and it depends on how you plan. "

Bian Yingning thought for a while, and said what she was thinking according to Mark's suggestion, and Shang Qinghui dutifully interpreted, playing the role of a sounding board.

After the two discussed it, they began to move their hands. Shang Qinghui stood behind the two of them, uttering Chinese and French alternately from his mouth, so that there was no obstacle to the communication and cooperation between the two.

Both of them were serious, and the language barrier didn't affect them much.

Bian Yingning was chopping minced meat. She had already discussed with Mark what to do, and now she was preparing clear soup.

Only afterimages were left between the movement of the knife and the fall of the knife, a piece of meat slowly turned into minced meat in her hands.

Shang Qingfen was dazzled.

She couldn't imagine that a well-known socialite in the circle, a person who holds half of the Bian family's property... would have such a side.

His gaze traveled from her hand, along her arm, upstream, and finally stayed on Bian Yingning's face.

Bian Yingning carefully watched the movements of her hands, devoting herself to making dishes without distraction, and was ignorant of everything around her.

The profile of the profile face is clean, and the red lips are slightly pursed, not too cold, nor soft like water.

Shang Qingfen couldn't think of an adjective.

Just thought of tulips.

Pink tulips.

While waiting for the clear soup to be boiled, Bian Yingning mixed a bowl of vegetable salad as a starter.

When she was done, she took out another bowl, filled it up a bit, and put a few more slices of tomato into the small bowl, and handed it to Shang Qinghui.

Shang Qinghui was slightly stunned, and looked at her puzzled.

She didn't expect that she could treat what happened just now as if it didn't happen so quickly.

"Try it? It's been hard to translate here with us." Bian Yingning said with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she wasn't the one who slapped someone on the forehead just now.

Shang Qinghui took it in a daze.

She seemed to understand why Bian Yingning was able to walk among so many girls and become the king of the sea.

Being able to bend and stretch, but not holding grudges... Many people like this kind of personality.

Rao even she couldn't help but feel a little bit of joy and sweetness for her caring at this moment, she almost forgot that she was so angry that she wanted to bite her to death just now.

She picked up a small fork and tasted some ice grass. There should be some salad dressing in it. It is sweet and sour, and it is refreshing and crisp with the ice grass. It is delicious.

She couldn't resist trying others.

The tomato bursts in the mouth with its full juice, and the seasoning contained in it makes the mouth water.

The only downside is that it's winter, these cold dishes are a bit frozen, but they are really appetizing.

"How is it?" Bian Yingning tilted her head to watch her movements as if she was feeding her own kitten, and there was a hint of doting in her eyes.

Shang Qinghui felt that she was wrong.

When she thought about exploring carefully, Bian Yingning's eyes were only full of magnanimity.

She was wrong.

Shang Qingfen thought in her heart.

"Aren't all salads like this?" Shang Qinghui pretended not to think so.

The people around are preparing seriously, and the translators of other groups are just doing the actions of the people watching the game, so they have nothing to do.

Only she can "steal" openly.

"It's different." Bian Yingning turned her head and continued to work.

"What's different?" Shang Qinghui complained in a low voice.

"I did this." Bian Yingning didn't know how to listen, and replied without raising her head.

"..."

What's wrong with what she did, that what she did was more noble?

If she doesn't like it, it's just an ordinary salad to her.

Shang Qinghui rolled her eyes as she thought about it secretly, but her body honestly finished the salad in the bowl in two or three bites.

It must be because others don't have to eat and she can eat, and it feels not bad.

When she turned around to find a place to put the bowl, a conversation suddenly appeared in her mind;

"Will you make it for me if you like it?"

"As long as you want to eat, I will make it for you."

Shang Qinghui stopped all her movements as if the pause button had been pressed.

Why did she think of such words?Has anyone talked to her?

However, no matter how hard she dug these two sentences in her memory, she couldn't find any clues.

This is probably... the thinking has diverged.

Shang Qinghui shook her head, trying to get rid of those messy things.

Bian Yingning was in charge of making soup, noodles and salads, while Mark prepared the steak and the final dessert.

The two have a clear division of labor. Occasionally, when the other party is ready, they call themselves over to taste and add some ingredients.

Anyway, Shang Qingfen couldn't understand it anymore, he only knew that gradually, the inedible things became edible.

An hour is not long for those who compete, but it is a long time for those who watch like them.

Just as Shang Qinghui yawned, he heard Mark shout in pain: "Ohnon! Cen'estpasvrai!"

She translated to Bian Yingning with a mechanical voice: "No, this is not true."

Bian Yingning, who was mixing the sauce for the noodles, shook her hand and almost lost the bowl in her hand.

It has to be Shang Qinghui who talks about jumping feet with the most emotionless voice.

"What's wrong?" Bian Yingning asked Mark while stirring the sauce.

With a sad face, Mark said a lot to the bowl in front of him.

Shang Qinghui frowned upon hearing this, and the sleepy bug also ran away: "He said he was making fillings for dessert macarons, but when he put the sugar in, the opening of the sugar bag was too big, so he didn't pay attention and put in too much."

After finishing speaking, Shang Qinghui looked up at the time above, and there were only 20 minutes left.

Their main course steak hadn't even started cooking yet.

After Ma Ke waited for Shang Qinghui to finish the translation, he continued:

"Macarons themselves are quite sweet, and sometimes you don't need to add sugar to the filling, but he put some jam just now to avoid the sourness, so he wanted to add a little sugar to neutralize it, because he thought it was a waste of time and wanted to be lazy. Imagine that."

Bian Yingning looked at the filling in front of Mark, the powdered sugar had already fallen into it and melted, and it was impossible to scoop it out.

Although she didn't see how much Mark spilled into it, but seeing his anxiety, she knew that if the filling was used for a while, the dessert would be too sweet to eat.

Maybe he was too nervous, Mark was sweating profusely, clenched his fist with his left hand and beat his right hand angrily.

It happened that some group of people didn't hold the thing firmly, and the porcelain plate fell to the ground and shattered, making a loud bang, like a kind of boiling after a critical point, and everyone present was startled.

A few timid apologies followed, but everyone's hearts were also shaken by this sound.

Bian Yingning sighed in her heart: "Tell him that it's okay to let me handle it, first take out the skin of the macaron and wait for me to cook it later, let him prepare the fried steak."

After Shang Qinghui conveyed the message to Mark, Mark nodded and took a few deep breaths before continuing.

And Bian Yingning also took her sauce bowl back to her place, added some seasonings, and continued to adjust the sauce.

It was only then that Shang Qinghui realized that even though Mark was so nervous that her body was shaking just now, Bian Yingning was still not in a hurry, she didn't even stop the movements of her hands at all, and continued her work in an orderly manner.

She looked around her eyes, and the expressions of the others were solemn, and the atmosphere visible to the naked eye was tense.

Does Bian Yingning feel that this competition is not important, or is she already mentally strong?

Mark may have seen Bian Yingning feeding Shang Qingfen just now, when he fried the steak, he put a small piece in it, cut it into small bites and asked Shang Qingfen to come and taste it.

Shang Qinghui took it over, ate a piece, and thought it was okay.

She also ate all kinds of things made by chefs, with her mouth stuck in her mouth. The one made by Mark can only be regarded as quite satisfactory to her, neither bad nor good.

However, Mark looked at her expectantly, waiting for her comment.

Shang Qinghui wrinkled his face: "bien, très bien!"

Satisfied, Mark went back to work happily, and his back revealed his wantonness.

Bian Ying glanced at Shang Qinghui's face: "Go learn expression management when you have time."

Shang Qinghui violated her own conscience just now, so she couldn't help muttering: "Who told me to be kind." She couldn't say anything hurtful.

Mark's wanton back froze, and he turned his head and glared at the two of them.

Even if his Chinese is not very good, he also knows that the two of them are questioning the steak he cooked.

Bian Yingning pretended not to see it.

Forgot, this foreign friend can understand a little Chinese.

Shang Qinghui also consciously turned her head to the other side, not looking at Mark.

As long as she can't see she doesn't know.

"Shang, help me get a piece of steak for Bian to taste." Mark couldn't believe it, he must be good.

He wanted to look at the unfinished steak in the pan, Bian Yingning was busy on the other side of the console, and Mark called Shang Qinghui to help.

Shang Qingfen heard the words and wanted to refuse, but felt shorthanded.

Helpless, she could only take a fork to fork a piece of steak and hand it to Bian Yingning.

She stared at the steak in her hand: "Mark told you to try it."

"Put it up high."

I thought Bian Yingning would pick it up soon, but I didn't expect that she was mixing noodles, so she just glanced at the steakhouse.

Seeing that she was busy, Shang Qinghui raised her hand reluctantly.

Bian Yingning still didn't move: "Be taller, do you think everyone is as short as you?"

Shang Qing pressed the tip of his tongue against the back of his teeth, and raised his eyelids viciously, all he could think about was to stuff the steak into Bian Yingning's nose.

What's the air, she's so much taller than me, I don't know if there are three centimeters!

Shang Qinghui directly smashed the steak into Bian Yingning's face, seeing that she didn't take it, and was about to ask her if she didn't want to eat it, when Bian Yingning lowered her head slightly, and just let her hand open her lips and bit the steak into her mouth.

Shang Qingfen was taken aback.

His hand suddenly softened.

After she reacted, she immediately put her hands away.

... She looks like this, as if she came here to feed her specially.

Bian Yingning didn't notice Shang Qinghui's blushing ear tips, she had just put the noodles through cold water with gloves on, and was adding seasoning and stirring, her hands were still wet, so she didn't want to reach for a fork.

"It's okay, but the black pepper juice can be made thicker and the fire can be lowered." Bian Yingning commented after eating.

Shang Qinghui snorted, and ran back to Mark to pass on the message, and then came across Bian Yingning.

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Reminder: Words were added to the previous chapter, if you haven’t read it yet, remember to look back first~

The author said: In the future, don’t eat the pancakes I drew. If you want to eat them, eat the pancakes drawn by Indians. The pancakes they draw can fly! "Indian Flying Pancakes"