Birthday

If even this was tolerated, was there anything that couldn't be?

"Do you dare demonstrate your skills in front of everyone?" Zhou Xue'er demanded angrily.

He Jing was not afraid to do so, but she felt that there was no need. Hence, she said, "Perhaps when I'm in a good mood."

"When will you be in a good mood? Do you need me to throw a party to liven things up?"

He Jing quirked a brow. "Who knows? I might be in a good mood in three to five days, or it might take five or six years for such a mood to descend upon me. There's even a chance that I might never be in a good mood till I'm in my seventies or eighties!"

The whole class was speechless.

This was complete nonsense!

They could tell He Jing did not intend to show off her cooking skills. Zhou Xue'er's provocation was destined to fail.