Shang Qingfen didn't care about her side again, and Bian Yingning didn't care, and she didn't have time to care, she was wholeheartedly working with the dishes in her hands.

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

However, in the competition, you must think about what to do, what others will do, and how you can stand out.

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 five minutes were counted down, the surroundings began to be noisy, and many students who were rushing to prepare the dishes couldn't help but make some too tense cracking noises.

This is the most test of perseverance.

Shang Qinghui looked at Bian Yingning from a distance without leaving a trace while watching Mark shaking his hands.

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

She blinked and thought she was playing some kind of building game, such as building walls.

Shang Qingfen took a look and quickly retracted her gaze.

Affected by the surrounding environment, it is clear that this game has little to do with her, but she just got nervous for no reason.

"The last ten seconds! Please stop all actions in your hands immediately when the time is up! Otherwise, it will be treated as cheating." The host above held the microphone and said loudly.

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

As the game time came, Shang Qingfen spit out the turbid air that was pressing in his heart. Mark had already set the steak, and also carved a few small flowers with red and white radishes to decorate it.

"Now, trouble our staff to cover everyone's finished products and submit them to the judges for tasting and scoring."

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

Their finished products have been covered up by the volunteers who helped, one is to prevent heat dissipation, and the other is to fear that the contestants did not pay attention to small actions while the judges commented on other people's works.

"Try it."

Shang Qingfen was staring at the judges above and tasting the works of the first group when Bian Yingning's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

As Bian Yingning handed the bowl to her, an uncontrollable scent floated into her nose.

It was very fragrant, a bit like the taste of fried noodles.

The yakisoba has a wavy shape, the golden color is bright and attractive, and the roots are covered with sauce.

To be honest, Shang Qingfei swallowed.

"Where's mine?" Mark was beside him, saw Bian Yingning bring noodles to Shang Qingan, and hurried over to join in the fun.

It was too late for him to taste the noodles made by Bian Yingning.

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

Seeing that Shang Qingfen didn't answer, she looked very embarrassed, and the empathetic Mark wanted to do a good thing to help her deal with it.

Only Shang Qing understood what Mark said.

Shang Qingfen never raised her head to look at Bian Yingning. She was still hesitating whether she should eat it or not. Even if Bian Yingning came to talk to her, she lowered her eyes and deliberately staggered her line of sight.

The two sides attacked, Shang Qingfen obeyed his heart, quickly took the small bowl from Bian Yingning's hand, and whispered back to Mark in French: "This is mine."

Something, when no one cares about it, no one bothers to look at it, once someone comes to grab it, even if it was originally disapproved, it will inevitably occupy it.

A bit slippery and a bit fast.

Just know, she doesn't seem to hate it.

Taking over the bowl, she was just about to look for a fork or chopsticks when she saw Mark raising his hand, holding a fork in his hand, begging for the essentials: "Shang, I will eat One bite! Just one bite!"

Shang Qingfen subconsciously put the bowl in her arms: "No, I haven't eaten yet."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to fit her personality, and quickly glanced at Bian Yingning, only to find that she had been staring at them.

I caught myself looking at her, she asked leisurely, "What are you talking about?"

Shang Qingfen didn't want her to know that she "scrambled" with Mark for a bowl of noodles.

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

By the way, take out the noodles in the bowl without leaving any traces.

It turns out that Shang Qingfen can lie without blinking.

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

"Oh." Bian Yingning let out a chuckle.

Shang Qing's scalp was numb because of this.

She didn't know what she was laughing at. Shouldn't she be angry when she heard what she said?

Maybe because she was guilty of being a thief, Shang Qingfen began to feel uncomfortable, and she didn't know how to place her hands and feet.

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

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

The vegetable salad just now wasn't considered cooking at all. The noodles she cooked and mixed with her own sauce could barely count as something she made.

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, you can tell him to take it yourself."

Shang Qing's face darkened, she thought she didn't have it, so she just kept protecting it!

Bian Yingning played her on purpose?

Seeing herself and others vying to eat the food she made is she not very fulfilled!

Thinking of her stingy food protection behavior just now, Shang Qingfen turned her head and glared at Mark who was chasing her in circles, saying in French: "There is still in the pot, Can't you do it by yourself?"

Mark, who suffered abnormal violence, is innocent: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Shang Qinghui immediately turned to Bian Yingning and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Bian Yingning: "…"

After a game, although the three of them seem to be fighting, they actually have some changes.

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

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

Even if she didn't want to see Bian Yingning, she had to admit that the noodles Bian Yingning made... Well, she could barely enter.

After slipping, Shang Qingfen wanted to grab a little bit, but saw Mark directly holding the big bowl and eating happily.

"?"

"Why do you want to finish it yourself?!" Shang Qingfen was angry.

Mark finished the last noodle, and couldn't help licking his lips: "It's so delicious, it's the first time I ate Chinese pasta, it's really good."

This is the first time someone dares to rob her of something she is interested in!

However, she had no reason and no excuse to question him.

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

Bian Yining, who suffered such a blow inexplicably, withdrew her gaze from the stage: "What's wrong?" She asked softly.

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

There was an anger in her heart that her things had been invaded, and she wanted to lose her temper.

She turned her head with a cold snort, put the bowl heavily on the console, stood far away from them and held her hands to watch the stage.

Bian Yingning didn't know why she was angry again, that little chubby face turned into a white glutinous rice dumpling, and she was so arrogant when looking at people, so arrogant that people wanted to poke her flat.

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

"Speak." Bian Yingning could only stop herself and wait for her to speak.

"Who do you think will take the first place?" Meng Weixin's face was full of confidence, but she almost didn't write the word "first" on her face.

"If you ask me what I think..." Bian Yingning touched her chin and thought for a while, Meng Weixin was waiting for her next sentence.

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

"Oh, I'm beyond my own power." Meng Weixin heard mockingly: "The first will definitely be me, and I will win the championship of this cooking competition."

Bian Yingning frowned, incomprehensible: "The result will be revealed soon, won't you be embarrassed?

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

Meng Weixin gritted her teeth and stared at Bian Yingning with disgust: "I can't possibly lose."

"It's none of my business whether you lose or not," Bian Yingning said with little interest: "Why don't you talk to me, and learn more Chinese, your accent hurts my ears. "

Coming back with a big fanfare, looking for Hua Cancan as soon as I came back, and holding a banquet to win over people in the circle such as Shang Qingfen, it's really naive.

Meng Weixin, who was so mocked, was shocked: "What do you mean! Are you saying that I am not Chinese?!"

Bian Yingning thinks she is sick.

So she simply walked around her neatly and took off her chef clothes while walking. It seemed that she did not 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 stood up, right in front of the teacher, and everyone's attention was also on it.

So basically no one noticed it, Bian Yingning's departure was not abrupt, 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, it's not a rude word, right?"

"It shouldn't be Bian Yingning, let's go, speechless."

"characteristic.

Shang Qinghui looked back, only to see Bian Yingning walking out the back door carrying the chef's clothes.

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

Her eyes lit up and came over: "Qingfen, I saw you just now, but unfortunately you didn't join me."

Shang Qingfen twitched the corners of her mouth, she still had speculations about the relationship between Bian Yingning and Meng Weixin, and she just heard other people's comments, her attitude towards Meng Weixin was not What a great way.

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

Meng Weixin's words made Shang Qinghui think.

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

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

Also... still feeding her, albeit less.

/Remember.

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

Meng Weixin's eyes were slightly dark, but her tone was kind: "It's okay, if you want to change it, I can handle it, just say it's me and my translator who don't get along well, If you want to change people, you won't let others gossip about you."

"Too much trouble."

"What's the trouble, your happiness is the most important."

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

However, she did not say that she was unhappy in Bian Yingning.

She herself came to say that Bian Yingning was difficult to serve, and wanted to change her team in the name of her good.

Shang Qing pondered for a while and was thinking about her purpose when Mark came over: "Meng? What do you mean? Grab my translation in front of me?"

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

Mark can listen to a little Chinese, and even guessing and understanding what Meng Weixin wants to do, he can't help but ask.

Although he didn't feel that Shang Qingfen had to translate for him, but since Shang Qingfen was assigned to their group and completed a cooperation just now, Shang Qingfen is his partner.

Meng Weixin came to pry people and it was her fault.

And in front of him, who can bear this.

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

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

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

Meng Weixin's face darkened, and the smile on her face almost couldn't hold back.

Shang Qingfen also said 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 two people cook a meal together. This round will eliminate two groups of people, that is, four.

In the second round, two partners make a dish according to the established proposition. In this round, one group of people will be eliminated, leaving only two groups of four people.

The last round will be regrouped again, and it will become a team of two and a team of exchange students in their school, and the partners of the first two rounds will become opponents.

With all the calculations, Shang Qinghui will only translate it for Bian Yingning again, there is no need to do this.

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

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

Partnership? For someone as arrogant and arrogant as her, she will only be domineering, only do what she thinks, and will not listen to other people's suggestions at all.

"Okay, since Qingfen is afraid of trouble, then don't change it." Both of them said so, Meng Weixin suppressed her jealousy and smiled.

Shang Qingfen pouted: "The results haven't come out yet, do you already think Bian Yingning will be able to enter the second round?"

Meng Weixin was stunned.

…

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

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

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

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

Shang Qingyi nodded thoughtfully, not knowing what she was thinking.

As everyone expected, the two entered the second round with the first place.

The work of the two of them looks like a French meal on the surface, but it is not pure after a closer look.

Whose steak will be served with noodles with miscellaneous sauce, and whose macaron will be filled with fruit.

After hearing the result, Shang Qingfen left the game.

She followed two bodyguards out of the building, and before the bodyguards drove 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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