Become a master of painting cakes in abusive essays

Shang Qinghui didn't go by her side and Bian Yingning didn't care, and she didn't have time to care, she concentrated on handling the dishes in her hands.

Whether it is long or short, one hour is more than enough if it is just a simple meal.

But in the competition, you have to think about what to do, what others will do, and how you can stand out among them.

In addition to the limited ingredients, the competition is always different from the usual cooking, and then this time is not enough to watch.

When the countdown was 5 minutes, the surroundings began to be noisy, and many students who hadn't finished cooking and were rushing couldn't help but make some noises because they were too nervous.

This time is the most test of people's perseverance.

While watching Mark shake his hands to arrange the plate, Shang Qinghui glanced at Bian Yingning's side without leaving a trace.

She was cooking the dessert after dinner, holding the macaron skin in one hand, and smearing something on it with a spatula in the other, very calm.

She was dazzled and thought she was playing some construction game, such as building walls or something.

Shang Qinghui glanced at it and quickly looked away.

Affected by the surrounding environment, it was clear that this competition had little to do with her, but she became nervous for no reason.

"The last ten seconds! When the time is up, please stop all actions in your hands immediately! Otherwise, you will be treated as cheating." The host above said loudly, holding a microphone.

"Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one! Please stop!"

As the game time came, Shang Qingfen exhaled the turbid air that was pressing on her heart. Mark had already arranged the steak, and carved a few small flowers from red and white radishes to decorate it.

"Now, please ask our staff to cover everyone's finished products and present them to the judges in order to taste and score."

There are five groups in total, and Bian Yingning and the others are ranked third, one in the middle.

Their finished products have been covered by the volunteers who helped them. One is to prevent heat dissipation, and the other is to fear that the contestants will not pay attention to small actions while the judges are commenting on other people's works.

"Try it."

When Shang Qinghui was staring at the judges and teachers tasting the works of the first group, Bian Yingning's voice suddenly rang in her ears.

She turned her head and saw another small bowl, which contained half a bowl of Yi noodles, which Bian Yingning had just made.

As Bian Yingning handed the bowl in front of her, a scent floated into her nose uncontrollably.

Very fragrant, a bit like the taste of jajangmyeon.

The noodles are broken and wavy, the golden color is bright and attractive, and the roots are covered with sauce.

To be honest, Shang Qing swallowed her saliva.

"Where's mine?" Mark was right next to him, and when he saw Bian Yingning offering noodles to Shang Qinghui, he hurried over to join in the fun.

He didn't have time just now and he didn't have to taste the noodles made by Bian Yingning.

"Shang, do you want to eat? If you don't want to eat, I will eat for you?"

Seeing that Shang Qinghui didn't answer, she looked very embarrassed, and the considerate Mark thought of doing a good thing to help her deal with it.

Only Shang Qing could understand what Mark said.

Shang Qinghui never raised her head to look at Bian Yingning, she was still hesitating in her heart whether she should eat it or not, even if Bian Yingning came to talk to her, she would lower her eyes and deliberately look away from her.

Between the two sides, Shang Qinghui obeyed her heart, quickly took the small bowl from Bian Yingning, and whispered back to Mark in French: "This is mine."

When no one cares about something, no one bothers to look at it. Once someone comes to snatch it, even if they didn't think so at first, they can't help but seize it.

The bowl was not big, and Bian Yingning's hand was still holding it under it. When the two handed it over, their fingertips rubbed against each other. Shang Qinghui couldn't explain the feeling.

A little slippery and a little fast.

All I know is that she doesn't seem to hate it.

After taking the bowl, she was just about to find a fork or chopsticks, when she saw Mark raised his hand, holding a fork in his hand, begging after her, "Shang, I'll just take one bite! Just one bite!"

Shang Qinghui subconsciously put the bowl into her arms: "No, I don't have to eat yet."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that her appearance didn't fit her personality, so she quickly took a look at Bian Yingning, only to find that she had been staring at them.

Catching herself looking at her, she asked leisurely, "What are you talking about?"

Shang Qinghui didn't want her to know that he was "competing" with Mark over a bowl of noodles.

He pretended to be casual and said: "Oh, he said that your side smells a bit wrong, and he wants to study it."

By the way, I took out the noodles that were packed in the bowl without leaving any traces.

Facts have proved that Shang Qinghui can lie without blinking.

But as soon as she took out the noodles, Marco wanted to take a bite, and she was so frightened that she quickly took it back.

"Heh." Bian Yingning let out a chuckle.

Shang Qingfen's scalp felt numb because of this.

She didn't know what she was laughing at. Shouldn't she be angry when she heard what she said? Why is it that she is so weird but laughs first?

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Shang Qinghui began to feel uncomfortable all over, and she didn't know how to place her hands and feet.

And Mark was still chasing after her to try her little noodles, which was very annoying.

If he wanted anything else, she would give it to her, but...she also wanted to try what Bian Yingning could make.

The vegetable salad just now is not considered cooking at all. The noodles that she cooked and mixed with her own sauce can barely be counted as her cooking.

After watching the two of them fighting for something to eat for a while, Bian Yingning reminded: "There is still in the big bowl, if he wants to try it, just tell him to pick it up yourself."

Shang Qinghui's face turned dark, she thought she was gone and just kept protecting it!

Did Bian Yingning play tricks on her on purpose?

Seeing herself competing with others to eat the food she cooks, doesn't she feel a sense of accomplishment!

Thinking of his stingy behavior of protecting food just now, Shang Qinghui held back his anger for no reason and turned his head to glare at Mark who was chasing her around in circles, and said in French: "There is still in the pot, can you fill it yourself?"

Mark, who suffered from abnormal violence, is so innocent: "Didn't you say it earlier?"

After hearing this, Shang Qinghui immediately turned to Bian Yingning and said, "Didn't you say it earlier?"

Bian Yingning: "..."

After a game, although the three of them seemed to be fighting, there were actually some changes.

At least the atmosphere between them was not as tense as it was at the beginning.

Shang Qing finished the noodles that Bian Yingning gave her in two bites.

Even if she didn't want to see Bian Yingning, she had to admit that the noodles made by Bian Yingning...well, she could barely eat it.

After chugging away, Shang Qingfen wanted to pick up some more, but saw Mark holding the big bowl and eating happily.

"?"

"Why do you have to finish eating by yourself?!" Shang Qing was furious.

After finishing the last noodle, Mark couldn't help licking his lips: "It's so delicious, it's my first time eating Chinese pasta, it's really good."

Shang Qinghui pursed her lips vigorously, she had never been unable to get what she wanted, anything that could catch her eyes was only if she was bored...

This was the first time someone dared to rob her of something she was interested in!

However, she had no reason, let alone an excuse, to question him.

Shang Qinghui glared at Bian Yingning who seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Bian Yingning, who suffered such a blow inexplicably, looked away from the stage: "What's wrong?" She asked softly.

Shang Qingfen opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

There was a rage in her heart that her things were taken over by others, which made her want to lose her temper, but also suffered from not having the right and status to do so, so she could only hold back and endure it.

She snorted coldly and turned her head away, put the bowl heavily on the operating table, stood a little far away from them and looked at the table with her hands folded.

The most hateful thing in the world is to give people only a little bit of delicious food, and it is irresponsible to attract people's gluttons.

Bian Yingning didn't know why she was angry again, her chubby face was swollen into white glutinous rice balls, and when she looked at people, she was still superior, so arrogant that people wanted to poke her flat.

Before she could go over to ask about the situation, Meng Weixin came over to stop her, speaking in blunt Chinese: "Bian Yingning."

"Speak." Bian Yingning could only stop her pace, waiting for her to speak.

"Who do you think can take the first place?" Meng Weixin's flamboyant face was full of confidence, she just missed writing the word "first" on her face.

"If you ask me what I think..." Bian Yingning stroked her chin and thought for a while, while Meng Weixin waited for her next words.

Afterwards, a smile appeared on Bian Yingning's face: "Then I think it must be me."

"Heh, I can't control myself." Meng Weixin taunted after hearing this: "I will definitely be the first, and I will win the championship of this year's cooking competition."

Bian Yingning frowned, not understanding: "The result will be announced soon, won't you be embarrassed if it's not you in a while?"

Shouldn't you wait any longer if you want to speak harshly, the results haven't come out yet.

Meng Weixin gritted her teeth, and looked at Bian Yingning with hatred: "I can't possibly lose."

"It's none of my business whether you lose or not," Bian Yingning said in a lack of interest, "Why don't you stop talking to me and learn more Chinese, your accent hurts my ears."

Coming back with great fanfare, looking for Hua Cancan as soon as he came back, and holding a banquet to win over Shang Qinghui and other insiders, really childish.

Meng Weixin was shocked by such ridicule: "What do you mean! Are you saying that I am not Chinese?!"

Bian Yingning thought she was sick.

So he walked around her neatly and walked out, taking off the chef's uniform while walking, it seemed that he didn't intend to stay here and wait for the result.

The competition hall is very large and there are many people.

The teacher above commented on the dishes of the first group after tasting, and the group that was commented on stood up, right in front of the teacher, and everyone focused on it.

So basically no one noticed here, and Bian Yingning's departure was not unexpected, but some people watched.

"Hey, what did the Chinese from France say to Bian Yingning just now, and Bian Yingning just left?"

"I don't know. Could it be some harsh words?"

"That shouldn't be Bian Yingning leaving, speechless."

During the "foreign competition", people who would not dare to get involved with them on weekdays will be inexplicably included in the category of "insiders".

Shang Qinghui looked back, only to see the back of Bian Yingning walking out the back door with her chef's uniform in her hands.

As soon as she turned her head, Meng Weixin saw her.

Her eyes lit up and she came closer: "Qinghui, I saw you just now, but it's a pity you didn't join my group."

Shang Qinghui twitched the corners of her mouth, she still had speculations about the relationship between Bian Yingning and Meng Weixin, plus she just heard other people's comments, her attitude towards Meng Weixin couldn't be better.

"Why don't you change it? Is Bian Yingning difficult to serve? I feel sorry for you and her."

Meng Weixin's words made Shang Qinghui think.

Is Bian Yingning difficult to serve?Shang Qingfen couldn't help thinking about it.

It doesn't seem to be difficult to serve, she didn't say anything when she knew that she deliberately messed up the translation.

Also... I kept feeding her, even though I fed her less.

/ hold grudges.

"It's fine, I'll be fine with her." Shang Qinghui refused.

Meng Weixin's eyes darkened slightly, but her tone was kind: "It's okay, if you want to change, I can handle it, just say that I don't get along well with my translator, and if I want to change, I won't let others Gossip about you."

"Too much trouble."

"What's the trouble, the most important thing is that you are happy."

Shang Qinghui looked at her, and Meng Weixin looked back at her, her eyes were shining brightly, as if there was a sincere heart stuffed inside.

However, she did not say that she was not happy staying here with Bian Yingning.

It was she who came to say that Bian Yingning was difficult to serve, and wanted to change her team in the name of doing her best.

Shang Qinghui thought about it for a while, and when she was thinking about her purpose, Mark came over: "Meng? What do you mean? Grab my translator in front of me?"

Meng Weixin came here with a French exchange student. She and Mark Ben are alumni, and they also know each other.

Mark can listen to some Chinese, and after guessing and understanding what Meng Weixin wanted to do, he came over to ask.

Although he didn't think it was necessary to ask Shang Qinghui to translate for him, since Shang Qinghui was assigned to their group and had completed a cooperation just now, Shang Qinghui was considered his partner.

It was her fault that Meng Weixin came to pry someone.

And it's still in front of him, who can bear it.

Meng Weixin smiled slightly: "Mark, you misunderstood, don't you think your partner is difficult to serve, I don't want to make Shang feel wronged."

"Where did you hear that my partner is difficult to serve, she is very nice."

She didn't blame herself when he was in a hurry. It was his job because he didn't do a good job. She came to help finish it and didn't complain. Thinking of this, Mark said righteously: "Bian is the best partner, I am very happy Glad to be with her!"

Meng Weixin's face darkened, and the smile on her face was almost unbearable.

Shang Qinghui also spoke at the right time: "Don't bother, there is only one match anyway."

There are three rounds in this exchange competition. The first round is for two partners to cook a meal together. This round will eliminate two groups of people, that is, four.

In the second round, two partners cook a dish according to the established proposition. In this round, one group of people will be eliminated, so that there are only two groups of four people left.

In the last round, they will be reorganized into groups of two and exchange students from their school, and the partners in the first two rounds will become opponents.

With all his efforts and calculations, Shang Qinghui will only translate for Bian Yingning once more, there is no need to do these things.

Meng Weixin originally wanted to arrange Bian Yingning, but unexpectedly, she was praised by Bian Yingning from Mark.

This is impossible, she can remember how bad Bian Yingning was when she was a child.

Partner cooperation?For an arrogant and arrogant person like her, she will only be tyrannical and domineering, only do what she thinks, and will not listen to other people's suggestions at all.

"Okay, since you are afraid of trouble, Qingfen, then you won't change it." Both of them said so, Meng Weixin smiled while suppressing her jealousy.

Shang Qinghui curled her lips: "The result hasn't come out yet, do you already think that Bian Yingning will definitely enter the second round?"

Meng Weixin was taken aback.

……

After Meng Weixin left, Shang Qinghui was still standing there.

Mark couldn't help asking her: "Shang, do you feel unhappy in our group? Are you going to change groups?"

Shang Qinghui didn't answer, but asked him instead: "Do you feel happy?"

"I think it's pretty good. Bian is a good person, and I feel at ease working with her."

Shang Qinghui nodded thoughtfully, not knowing what was going on in her heart.

As expected by everyone, the two entered the second round with No.1 results.

The works of the two seem to be French cuisine on the surface, but when you look closely, you find that the French cuisine is impure.

Whose steak is served with noodles with mixed sauce, and whose macarons are filled with fruits.

Superficially, French food is secretly added with Chinese features. The novelty incorporates both kinds of food into it. Although it seems a bit nondescript, it is covered up by the taste.

After hearing the result, Shang Qinghui left the match scene.

She followed two bodyguards out of the building. Before the bodyguards could drive the car over, a white luxury car of the same model as her supercar stopped in front of her.

Bian Yingning, who had already left, showed her head: "I forgot to ask you just now, why did you deliberately trip me up?"

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BB I love you, just like you love me (kneeling to send fat update)