Culinary Training Class_1

The classroom wasn't very big, but it had excellent natural lighting; beams of sunlight fell on the windowsill, and specks of dust danced in the light.

Yan Qing, dressed in a pristine chef's uniform, stood at the front of the classroom, his gaze skipping over the three affluent ladies in the front row and landing squarely on Nian Yuyu.

Today she wore a pink tracksuit; the top was a short T-shirt, and the skirt reached halfway down her calves, its slim fit perfectly highlighting her exquisite figure.

Her jet-black hair, cut at shoulder length, was tied up in a bun, drawing out her soft and adorable appearance.

Yan Qing glanced over again and again, only retracting his gaze when the young male teaching assistant walked in.

Jiang Jingyun, sitting at the desk next to Nian Yuyu's, immediately took out her phone to send a message.

Jiang Jingyun: [Tsk, Chef Yan definitely has his eyes on you!]