The Fake Heiress' Seven Brothers Pampers Her

Chapter 119: Who Said I Bought It?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

But…

“Didn’t Student Yan eat everything just now?” Cheng Yi was about to cry.

Yan Hanxi glanced at her coldly. “Don’t you know that the country advocates against food wastage? Not spitting it out is already me showing the chef the highest respect.”

No.

How could this be?

Cheng Yi refused to believe it.

This was the food she had eaten in the most luxurious hotel in A City. She had asked around just now, and everyone said it was delicious.

Could He Jing’s French jelly be better than the snack she had offered Yan Hanxi?

How could He Jing’s French jelly, something she had made after earning money by selling her study notes, compare to her 20,000 yuan snack?

Yan Hanxi was prejudiced, hoping to humiliate her by insulting the snack she had bought him. Cheng Yi’s hands clenched into fists as she mustered the courage to retort, “Student Yan, you may hate me as much as you want, but you shouldn’t lie to yourself!”

Yan Hanxi looked at her as if he were looking at an idiot and said, “Did you buy this pear-shaped snack from Soaring Dragon Hotel?”

Cheng Yi’s expression froze.

“The head chef of Soaring Dragon Hotel was someone fired by the Yan family ten years ago,” Yan Hanxi said coldly.

Cheng Yi felt like she had been dowsed with a basin of cold water, chilling her heart. How…How could this be…

The head chef of Soaring Dragon Hotel had amazing credentials. Besides the three-star Michelin award for the restaurant he helmed, he also won several other awards.

“His skills haven’t improved even after so many years,” Yan Hanxi mocked. “Only his food could be so unpalatable to leave such a lasting impression on someone. Cheng Yi, you’ve lived a harsh life, so you can’t tell the difference between what’s good and what’s not.”

This…

Cheng Yi cried. Her tears fell pitifully. “Does the French jelly He Jing bought up to your tastes?” Cheng Yi was unwilling to back down without a fight.

If she could not produce something up to Yan Hanxi’s standards, there was no way He Jing could have!

Yan Hanxi smirked, seemingly proud of He Jing’s accomplishment. “He Jing’s talent is outstanding. She is an amazing cook.”

Cheng Yi could not accept such high praise directed at someone else, especially He Jing. So engrossed in her thoughts was Cheng Yi that she did not have the chance to process Yan Hanxi’s words regarding He Jing’s outstanding talent and not some mystery chef who had made the French jelly. She took a deep breath and forced a smile. “May I know where He Jing bought the French jelly?”

He Jing smiled impishly.

Cheng Yi gritted her teeth.

There was no reason for the Cheng family to lie to her about He Jing’s capabilities. He Jing could not have possibly fooled the Cheng family so completely as to hide her ability to cook so well!

“I wasn’t always so good at cooking. I fumbled a lot, but I improved with time and practice. I now know how to cook.”

“You’re lying!” Zhou Xue’er screamed.

How could there be such a genius in the world?

If He Jing were as capable as she claimed, even the ancient imperial chefs of old would have no choice but to crawl out of their graves, kneeling and begging to become her disciple…

“Why would I lie?” He Jing countered in amusement.

Zhou Xue’er was not as patient as Cheng Yi. She glared at He Jing fiercely and said, “If you know how to cook, why did you order people around during our cooking classes in the past?”

He Jing hummed in thought, preparing an answer that would be as believable as possible. “Maybe I was just too lazy to bother.”

Zhou Xue’er did not believe a word He Jing said. Not once had He Jing let go of an opportunity to show off in front of Yan Hanxi. The cooking class was the one class Yan Hanxi attended the most. The only reason He Jing never did anything during those classes was because she knew her strengths and weaknesses, and cooking was certainly not one of her strengths. Now, she was so thick-skinned to say she had had the talent all along..