The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her Chapter 126: She Can Cook!

Chapter 126: She Can Cook!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Cheng Yi did not even have time to cry. She stood up so quickly that the cutlery on the table jumped. She almost lost her voice. “What did you say?”
“Third Brother’s cooking isn’t as good as He Jing’s, so he lets her taste everything first. That way, he can improve it if she finds it lacking. Second Brother, He Xiaoguo, and I have always tacitly agreed.”
Cheng Yi was dumbfounded.
How was this possible?
How could this be?
“But the Cheng family’s housekeeper said that He Jing doesn’t know how to cook, and she has never cooked before!” Cheng Yi revealed.
He Zhou’s eyes widened in shock.
She can’t cook?
How could she have never cooked before?
How was this possible?
He had been watching He Jing cook these few days. She fluttered about the kitchen like an experienced chef, and her knife skills could only have been honed through countless hours of practice. The carrots she sliced were thin and long, uniform in length and width. When she plated her food, nothing was out of place. It was as if her cooking was a work of art.
How could someone like that not know how to cook?
He Sui’s mouth hung open, gobsmacked. “Xiao Yi, don’t lie to me.”
He Yi and He Chen had not been home for a few days, but now, it felt like they had not been home for a few years. Since they were out of the loop, they had no choice but to watch as events played out from the sidelines.
The forgotten He Ning finally stood up and said, “He Jing’s cooking is better than Third Brother’s; it’s true.”
Cheng Yi’s legs gave way, and she fell onto her seat with a thud, her face the color of chalk. She finally understood why He Jing was so confident.
He Zhou’s cooking had always been good. If he Jing was better than He Zhou…
No wonder Yan Hanxi was willing to eat her French jelly.
And here she was, thinking that He Jing had bought it…!
Suddenly, Cheng Yi remembered the cooking class their homeroom teacher had announced yesterday. If He Jing knew how to cook, wouldn’t she be in the limelight again?
NO!
How could this be?
While Cheng Yi was having a mental breakdown, He Zhou was having one of his own. He stared at He Jing and demanded, “Is what Xiao Yi said true?”
He believed Cheng Yi’s words unconditionally. Moreover, Cheng Yi did not look like she was faking her distress.
“Is the answer so important?” He Jing countered, her neutral expression betraying none of her thoughts.
Of course, it was important!
If she had never cooked before, then where did she learn her skills from?
She couldn’t have become so proficient just by watching a few videos, could she…?
At this point, He Zhou did not know what to think, and he dared not hop into that rabbit hole.
He realized the culinary talent he had always been so proud of was, in fact, not worth mentioning in front of He Jing.
This revelation shattered the decade’s confidence he had painstakingly built up.
It was not even eight o’clock when the birthday dinner ended.
Cheng Yi could not sit still for even a second. She immediately got up. “Big
Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, Sixth
Brother, and Xiaoguo, I’m going home. Mom and Dad are still waiting for me.” He Ning had been watching Cheng Yi, so when she stood up, he said, “I’ll see you off.’
Cheng Yi was afraid that the He family would draw the wrong conclusions, thinking about Le Cocon again, so she rejected him.
She picked up her bag and ran away.
He Ning could not help but feel a little disappointed.
Then, he looked at He Jing, who was helping He Zhou clear the table. Sensing his gaze, she smiled at him.
Cheng Yi’s swift departure did not affect him at all. He Sui felt that dinner was not as tasty as usual. Leaning over to He Jing, he whispered, “Third Brother’s cooking isn’t very good. You should cook dinner tomorrow!”
He Yuan was just about to bid farewell to He Jing and return to the dormitory when he heard his sibling’s comment. “Third Brother worked hard through the night to prepare dinner,” he teased good-naturedly, “You’re heartless!”
He Sui did not feel ashamed at all. “It’s the truth,” he retorted, “Third Brother knows it too, right, Third Brother…?”
He Zhou, drinking beer in the corner, retreated to the kitchen with a dark look.
Only then did He Sui realize he had said something he should not have and sullenly clamped his mouth shut..