The Egret Women's College is very big, and it takes ten minutes to walk from the dormitory to the school building for students.

Bailu Women's College is also very small, so when something happens, it will be known to the whole school immediately.

Today, the most fascinating new topic in the academy is the first cooking teaching that the new chef will start tomorrow.

In the college, those familiar faces come and go every day.

The young ladies know each other well and there is nothing new at all.

So much so that the new chef was about to hold his first lecture, and the students all started a heated discussion on this matter.

Such discussions, even if you are recuperating in the dormitory and drinking the "White Deer Stepping on the Snow" sent by Xia Kui, Sakura, whose little face has a bit of blood, will inevitably be involved.

"Tomorrow, Chef Jiang will teach the seniors in the high school department... I don't know what he will teach."

Half lying on his own bed, holding a thick copy of "55 Acts: My Opera Life" in his hand, Dafu turned his head and looked at Sakura who was sitting by the table.

A very pleasant rice fragrance came from Sakura's insulated lunch box. The fragrance was now floating all over the dormitory.

Even a classmate passed by just now couldn't help but stop, trying to figure out where the fragrance came from.

Because he knew that Chef Jiang had excellent skills, Dafu knew that the bowl of porridge his roommate drank must be very delicious.

However, unlike the greedy Camilla, Dafu wouldn't have to grab Sakura's porridge... Sakura may not give it to you.

At this time, the little loli was already immersed in the delicious ice and snow wonderland.

She held the spoon with her little hand that was not a bit bloody and beautiful like white jade, and put the rice porridge into her mouth in big mouthfuls.

It tastes good...it tastes good.

Because Sakura himself is not in good health, she has not had much appetite these two days.

However, this bowl of "White Deer Steps on the Snow" aroused the little loli's appetite as if it opened her hungry food meridians.

Just as Sakura was drinking the porridge, Camilla beside her sat there with a drooling and staring at her eyes.

Such a large portion of porridge, I will definitely not be able to finish drinking Sakura's little bird's stomach, so if there is anything left in a while, it will be mine, hehe.

That's what Camilla thought, but things obviously went against their wishes.

Just as her eyes became more and more pitiful, Sakura drank the large box of rice porridge one by one.

When the last bite of porridge was swallowed, Camilla felt her little heart was about to crack.

Seeing Sakura's elegantly picking up the napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth, the little fool could only wrinkle and ask: "Sakura...Sakura, your appetite is so good."

"Su? Su's porridge is so delicious."

Sakura blushed slightly when she heard this, but she still said very honestly.

After drinking a large pot of "White Deer Stepping on the Snow", Sakura felt warm.

Her slender hands and feet seemed to have been injected with new vitality, and her spirit improved a lot at once.

So the girl couldn't help but sigh: "Chief Jiang... is a good person."

"Yes, it's a pity that the cooking class in our junior high school is not so fast. I really want to see how he will teach us how to cook."

"Do you need to say it?" After hearing Dafu's words, Kamila laughed and said, "It must be that she picked up the spatula! Swish! Swish! Pick up the wok again! Swish! That kind of handsome cooking technique! I've watched it on TV!"

Generally speaking, most people have this understanding of Chinese chefs.

He picked up the wok and flipped the pan handsomely, making the food inside undulate like a wavy board in the air.

However, for laymen, it is likely that doing things randomly will only lead to a kitchen disaster.

It's still a mess... I'm afraid that everything inside will fly to the ceiling.

Looking at Camilla, who was picking up a round small mirror with handles as a wok and was rushing around with enthusiasm, Dafu couldn't help but complain in secret.

Since even the junior high school students are discussing, the high school is naturally even more bloody.

Everyone was talking about tomorrow's cooking class openly and secretly, even during class.

Because there are not many people in the college, there is actually only one class in each academic level.

The primary school, junior high school, high school, and university departments have only one class, so people of the same age all go together in class.

The course for high school students this afternoon was art class, and the painting teacher was teaching students how to use slender brushes to draw wonderful lawn paintings.

An excellent young lady does not have to draw well, but she must be able to understand and appreciate art.

Because of this, they offer a lot of art courses, including painting, music, dance, etc.

When it comes to painting, it is actually Su Yuejian’s strength.

Or, almost all courses are her strengths.

Although this woman is careless and unfair, she has the ability to learn at the protagonist level.

No matter what project it is, she can master the professional level in a very short time, which is so annoying.

But when Su Yuejian completely ignored the teacher's request to draw the lawn.

When he used bright colors to paint the scene of two beautiful girls hugging each other on his drawing board, the wind chime next to him finally couldn't stand it anymore.

This is not because Feng Lingyin is angry because her friend does not paint as required.

She was so angry that there was a girl who exuded the fragrance of lilies in the bastard's pen that looked like her.

"...Is there something wrong with my eyes? The woman wearing glasses on the right seems to look very similar to me?"

"It's not that there is something wrong with your eyes, because I just painted it according to you."

Suddenly, Su Yue looked up and smiled slightly at the friend sitting beside her, her tone and expression showed a serious feeling of beating.

......Bastard, he actually painted me as a lover!

As for the fact that my friend turned herself into the protagonist of Lily painting, Feng Lingyin, who had normal sexual orientation, could only silently give her middle finger.

However, she looked at the other beautiful girl who was embracing "herself" in the picture, as if she could chew on her mouth at any time, and asked in confusion: "Who is this woman?"

The woman on the drawing board has a handsome appearance and a tall figure.

But Feng Lingyin had no impression of this face, and did not seem to be a student in the academy.

After hearing the friend's question, Su Yuejian narrowed her eyes and smiled: "I really don't know each other?"

"I really don't know."

"Actually, it's the one you are going to confess to him in a few days. This is his sissy form. Is it good-looking?"

After looking at Chef Jiang Yun (beautiful girl's skin) who was turned into a mother on the drawing board, Feng Lingyin couldn't help but feel speechless.

After a while, she said in a tone of conversation with the idiot: "You are indeed very ill. You should go to the school clinic and ask the old woman to help you treat your brain."

"Haha, it's a pity that the old woman concluded early in the morning that I was hopeless and sincerely suggested that I reopen it quickly."

"I actually feel that what she said makes sense... By the way, you seem to be in a great mood today. Have you encountered something good? Is there a new little sparrow that is going to be in trouble?"
Chapter completed!