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Zhou Qiu had some understanding of his cousin, Zhou Xue'er. He knew she was a deft hand at cooking fish-related dishes. What was the French pan-fried sole to her? It was one of her specialties!

Still, he could not appear biased, so he pretended to be deep thought as he said, "How about the sole?" he asked.

"Sure," He Jing said calmly.

Sole...

It was something He Jing was tired of making.

With the topic established, the PK officially began. The other students were also expected to cook sole, but it was obvious that no one had the mind to focus on their cooking. Instead, their attention was split between He Jing and Zhou Xue'er.

"You're dead, He Jing," Zhou Xue'er said to He Jing, who was not far away from her, as she tied her apron.

He Jing ignored her and took off her hair tie. She untied her high ponytail and retied it into a bun.

The boys in the class were gobsmacked.

He Jing looked so good in a bun!