Chapter 101:
Bian Yingning and Mark looked at Shang Qingfen with complicated expressions.
Despite the scorching eyes of the two, Shang Qingfen was not wrong at all, it was just that the hand in his pocket clenched into a fist unconsciously.
Looking at the happy smile on Mark's face, and looking at Shang Qinghui's look like I really didn't lie to you, Bian Yingning couldn't help falling into contemplation.
Although she did not deliberately study French, she has been to France several times.
These sentences are very basic French that everyone can learn.
For a while, she didn't know if Shang Qinghui regarded her as a fool, or if she should look at Shang Qinghui with the eyes of a fool.
Why does she feel that Shang Qingfen is provoking something?
These words are probably what she wants to tell her?
Bian Yingning squatted on the ground and looked up at the two of them, and said in a calm tone: "If I remember correctly, it has nothing to do with luck. The ingredients in each group are the same."
Shang Qingfen: "…"
She glanced around, and it seemed that no one was complaining about the problem with the ingredients she got.
It was a mistake.
She thought she was going to open the blind box.
Shang Qinghui, who had a very bright mind, immediately turned against the guest: "This foreigner is too much. He knows everything without knowing anything.
Someone really wants to do something.
Mark tilted his head to look at Shang Qingfen, scratched his head as if thinking about some ancient problem, and finally chose to ask Shang Qinghui what Bian Yingning was talking about in French.
Mark: The Chinese have said it, so don’t be ashamed to ask.
"Oh, she said she was annoying when she saw you." Shang Qinghui answered casually.
After speaking, Shang Qingyi suddenly realized something, and covered his mouth suddenly, not even daring to turn his head to see Bian Yingning's expression.
However, a shadow slowly cast over.
Bian Yingning, who was squatting on the ground, stood up.
Now Shang Qingfen just wants to slap herself.
She's a sand dollar she admits!
Her "revenge plan" hasn't started yet, why did she die in her own hands!
Just now Mark asked her something, because she listened to French just like her own mother tongue.
It's all grass.
"What 'she said she'll be annoying when she sees you'?" Bian Yingning didn't know when she got so close to herself, and when Shang Qinghui heard this, she said it in her ear Likewise, the yin shi chi chill made her hair stand on end.
There was no emotion in her voice, but Shang Qingan heard her heartbeat as loud as a drum.
"She...he said," Shang Qingfen opened his mouth, and turned his head to Mark in the next second, just like complaining to Bian Yingning: "This person said he didn't want to partner with you, said It's annoying to see you."
Mark blinked his light brown amber deep eyes, looking at Shang Qingfen's innocent eyes, I don't know why such a cute girl can say it in front of the client without changing her face Such nonsense.
He used his tongue to tie a knot, and said a hodgepodge of Chinese, English and French, so stiff that it was almost incomprehensible: "Youyouyouyouyouxiangguo, can you listen to Dongzhong ask?"
“…”
“…”
Death silence spreads in this console of the three.
After hearing what Mark wanted to express, Bian Yingning laughed uncontrollably.
"Puff—
cough, cough, cough—”
She really didn't expect Shang Qingfen to overturn so fast, and in this form.
Besides Shang Qingfen's face turned red into a cloud of fire.
She… really didn’t think that Mark could understand Chinese.
...She will be with Bian Yingning all her life!
Seeing that her plan to sow discord was exposed, Shang Qingfen gritted her teeth, admitting she could bend and stretch, and said loudly to the two of them, "I'm sorry! Pardon!"
Then turned around and wanted to run.
But when she passed by Bian Yingning, she pulled her arm back.
The floor is made of tiles, which is quite slippery. Shang Qingfen was pulled and rotated for half a circle and fell onto Bian Yingning.
Bian Yingning took a half step back and distanced herself from her and asked her to stand: "What are you running for?"
Shang Qingfen frowned with some grievances, and her face was still red: "What else do you want."
Bian Yingning looked amused: "You are making trouble with us, and you are still wronged?"
"I want you to take care of it." Shang Qingfen gritted his teeth in a low voice.
"Pop."
"?"
After a crisp sound, Shang Qingfen raised her head in disbelief while covering her forehead, which had just been snapped, and looked at Bian Yingning, who was withdrawing her hand.
"You hit me?" Shang Qingfen's already round eyes were wide and round.
"You ruined my reputation in front of me, I just vented my anger and made us even."
"You pulled me back just to hit me?" Shang Qinghui stared at Bian Yingning for a moment, stubbornly waiting for an answer.
Mark can listen to a little Chinese. He looked at the two people who were staring at each other because of his own words and felt that they were about to do it. Then he looked at the people who were introducing the judges and the rules of the competition. Moderator, I don't know what to do.
Bian Yingning approached Shang Qingfen, their clothes were pressed against each other, and the fabrics made some noises.
It's like sandpaper over the heart.
They were so close that they could touch each other with a touch of their nose, and they looked at each other.
"Not only, you have to continue to do translation for us, you can't leave the mess and run away." Bian Yingning looked into Shang Qingan's eyes and said slowly.
When she spoke, she obviously didn't touch Shang Qingfen's lips, but Shang Qingfen felt itchy between her lips, like a feather brushing against her.
Too close.
Like escaping, Shang Qingfen stepped back first, biting her red lips with her teeth.
"Alright, alright, you two don't quarrel for me!" Mark ran between the two of them and said in French.
Bian Yingning couldn't understand the long string he said, but Shang Qinghui understood.
What do you mean by arguing for him, she...she is...
"Okay, the game is ready to start, don't make trouble." When Bian Yingning said this, he only looked at Shang Qinghui.
Shang Qingfen lowered her head and said nothing.
Although Bian Yingning didn't know what she had done to make Shang Qinghui hate it, but when she remembered the "bad woman" she saw when she was drunk the night before, she knew there must be something she didn't notice. The place annoyed her so much that she came to translate for herself, just to ruin her game.
Bian Yingning finished speaking and took out the ingredients from the cabinet to check what dishes could be made, and then turned around to find that Shang Qingfen had run away.
Bian Yingning was just stunned for a moment, and finally resumed her normal movements.
Mark listened to the host above with relish, while Bian Yingning was not interested in this kind of opening remarks.
When she was packing up and thinking about how to communicate with Mark, she heard footsteps.
Turn her head sideways, the small-tempered bun, who she thought had escaped, ran back.
Maybe she washed her face, her temples were still moist, and her face was moist.
Shang Qinghui didn't even look at Bian Yingning when she came back, she was awkward to the naked eye and ran to stand with Mark.
Mark didn't notice that she left and came back at all. Seeing her coming to his side, he asked her what the host said in a familiar way. He heard the translation and felt a little confused Understand.
The content of this round of the game is that they can play freely according to the ingredients they get.
Despite the countdown on the big screen, the host brought a giant hourglass.
As soon as the hourglass was turned upside down, the fine sand rustled down the narrow space, and the tense atmosphere of the game immediately came up.
The total time is one hour, the type and style are not limited, you can make several dishes, but you must work together to present a dinner, not all of them are responsible for one person.
"Ask him if he has any good ideas." Bian Yingning didn't rush to do it, and said to Shang Qingfen first.
What if you don't come close to her, no matter how far you stand, you still have to translate for her.
Shang Qingfen translates to Mark with her eyes down.
Mark said a lot of "R", "R" in his tongue.
Bian Yingning stared at the two to communicate.
It's strange, the same language, why I always think that it will sound many times better than Mark's from Shang Qingfen's mouth.
After Mark finished speaking, Shang Qingfen looked at Bian Yingning subconsciously.
She just happened to meet her fascinated gaze.
It seems to be nostalgic, it seems to appreciate, it seems to be…
It was completely different from when they looked at each other just now.
Shang Qingfen was caught off guard, and her heart trembled as if she had been hit by something.
Looking at each other, Shang Qingfen thought a lot at that moment.
She remembered why she came to translate for Bian Yining.
She wanted to teach her a lesson to wreak havoc—
At first it was because she knew that she had informed her bodyguard, and then her parents compared her to Bian Yingning, which annoyed her.
I just don't like her.
But at this moment, she suddenly realized that she was really naive.
Under her gaze, she seemed to have nowhere to hide.
All the plans that made her feel so passionate suddenly became boring.
Shang Qingfen shook his head, boring.
Looking up, Bian Yingning was still looking at her.
" He said that a 13-course French meal would definitely not work, so he wanted to simplify it by making an appetizer, a soup, a steak for the main meal, and a dessert. .
Of course, this is just his idea, and it depends on how you plan. "
Bian Yingning thought for a while, and expressed her thoughts according to Mark's suggestion. Shang Qinghui dutifully translated and played the role of a microphone.
The two started to start after they negotiated. Shang Qingfen stood behind them and spit out Chinese and French alternately, so that there was no obstacle to their communication and cooperation.
Both of them are very serious, and the language barrier has no effect on them.
Bian Yingning is chopping meat, she has just discussed with Mark what to do, she is preparing clear soup.
Shang Qingfen looked confused.
She can't imagine that a well-known lady in the circle, a person who holds half of the Bian family's property...will have such a side.
The line of sight from her hand, along the arm, swims up, and finally stops on Bian Yingning's face.
Bian Yingning watched the movements of her hands seriously, devoted herself to the preparation of dishes, and was unaware of everything around her.
The profile of the face is clean, the red lips are slightly pursed, not too cold, nor is it soft like water.
Shang Qingfen couldn't think of an adjective.
Just thought of tulips.
Pink tulips.
While waiting for the clear soup to boil, Bian Yingning mixed a bowl of vegetable salad as a starter.
After she finished, she took out another bowl, filled a little, and put a few more slices of tomatoes in the small bowl, and handed it to Shang Qingfen.
Shang Qingfen was slightly stunned, looking at her puzzled.
I didn't expect that she could treat what just happened so quickly as if it didn't happen.
"Try it? It's been hard to translate with us here." Bian Yingning said with a slight smile, as if it wasn't her who hit the forehead just now.
Shang Qingfen took it over.
She seems to understand why Bian Yingning can walk among so many girls and become a sea king.
Able to bend and stretch, but not hold grudges... This kind of character, many people like it.
Rao was that she had to feel a little excited and sweet for her caring moment, she almost forgot that she was so angry that she wanted to bite her to death.
She picked up a small fork and tasted a few ice grasses, which should have some salad dressing, sweet and sour, with the refreshing and crispy ice grass, very delicious.
She couldn't help but taste something else.
The only downside is that it's winter, and these cold dishes are a little bit freezing, but they are really appetizing.
"How is it?" As if feeding her kitten, Bian Yingning tilted her head to look at her action, with a hint of pampering in her eyes.
Shang Qingfen felt that she was wrong.
When she thought about exploring, Bian Yingning's eyes were only open.
She was wrong.
Shang Qingfen thought to herself.
"Aren't all salads like this." Shang Qingfen pretended to disagree.
The people around are preparing carefully, and the translators of other groups are also doing the movements of the people watching the game, nothing to do with them.
Only she can "steal food" openly.
"It's not the same." Bian Yingning turned around and continued to work.
"What's the difference?" Shang Qingfen whispered.
"I did it." Bian Yingning didn't know how to listen, and replied without looking up.
“…”
What is wrong with what she does, what she does is more noble?
If she doesn't like it, it's just an ordinary salad for her.
Shang Qingfen rolled her eyes as she thought about it, but her body honestly finished three or two bites of the salad in the bowl.
It must be because other people don't have to eat she can eat it, and it feels not bad.
When she looked back to find a place to put the bowl, a conversation suddenly appeared in her mind;
"Will you make it for me if you like it?"
"As long as you want to eat, I will make it for you."
Shang Qingfen stopped all actions as if the pause button was pressed.
Why did she think of this? Has anyone told her.
However, no matter how she digs these two sentences in her memory, she can't find any clues.
This is probably...the thinking is divergent.
Shang Qingfen shook her head, trying to throw all the mess out.
Bian Yingning is responsible for the soup, noodles and salad making, while Mark prepares the steak and the final dessert.
The two have a clear division of labor. Occasionally, when the other party is done, he will call him to taste and add some ingredients.
Anyway, Shang Qingfen couldn't understand it anymore, he only knew that gradually, what was originally inedible became edible.
An hour is not long for people who compete, but it is a long time for people like them.
Shang Qinghui just yawned when he heard Mark shout in pain: "Ohnon! Cen'estpasvrai!"
She translated to Bian Yingning in a mechanical voice: "No, this is not true."
Bian Yingning, who was making the sauce for the noodles, shook her hand and almost didn't hold the bowl in her hand.
Shang Qingfen had to use the most emotionless voice to say jumping feet.
"What's wrong?" Bian Yingning came over and asked Mark while stirring the sauce.
Mark cried and said something to the bowl in front of him.
Shang Qingfen frowned when he heard this, and the sleepy bugs also ran away: "He said he was making the filling of dessert macarons, but when the sugar was put in the sugar bag was too big, he didn't pay attention Put more."
After Shang Qingfen looked up at the time, there were only more than twenty minutes left.
Their main course steak hasn't been cooked yet.
Mark and other Shang Qinghui finished the translation and continued:
"Macarons are quite sweet by themselves, and sometimes the fillings can be filled without sugar, but he just put some jam on sourness, so he wanted to add a little sugar to neutralize it, because he wanted to weigh Wasting time trying to be lazy, I didn't expect this to happen."
Bian Yingning looked at the filling made in front of Mark, the powdered sugar had already dropped in and melted, and he couldn't even get it out.
Although she didn't see how much Mark spilled into it, she knew from his anxious look that if he used this stuffing for a while, the dessert would be too sweet to eat.
Maybe too nervous, Mark was sweating profusely, clenching his fist with his left hand and beating his right hand.
I just don't know which group of people didn't hold things steady, the porcelain plate fell to the ground and shattered, making a loud bang, like a boiling after a critical point, and everyone present was shocked Jump.
Following a few timid apologies, but everyone's hearts were also made up and down by this sound.
Bian Yingning sighed in her heart: "Tell him that it's okay to let me handle it, take out the skin of the macaron first and wait for me to do it later, he will prepare to fry the steak."
After Shang Qinghui conveyed to Mark, Mark nodded and took a few deep breaths before continuing.
Bian Yingning also took her sauce bowl and went back to her place, added some seasonings, and continued to mix the sauce.
Only then did Shang Qinghui realize that even though Mark was so nervous just now that his body was shaking, Bian Yingning was still in a hurry, and even the movements of his hands did not stop at all, and continued her work in an orderly manner .
She looked around her eyes, the expressions of others were solemn, and the atmosphere was tense.
Bian Yingning thinks this game is not important, or is she mentally strong enough?
Mark may have seen Bian Yingning feeding Shang Qing fennel just now. When he was frying the steak, he put an extra piece in, and after frying it, cut it into small bites and called Shang Qing fennel to taste it.
Shang Qingfen took it over and ate a piece, it felt okay.
She also ate all kinds of chef's food, mouth, Mark made this can only be regarded as quite satisfactory to her, neither bad nor good.
However, Mark looked at her expectantly, waiting for her evaluation.
Shang Qingfen frowned: "bien, trèsbien!"
Mark was satisfied, and went back happily to continue working.
Bian Yingning glanced at Shang Qingfen's face: "If you have time, learn expression management."
Shang Qingfen violated her conscience just now, and couldn't help but murmured, "Who told me to be kind." She couldn't say anything hurtful.
Mark's back froze arbitrarily, and he glanced back at the two of them.
Even if his Chinese is not very good, he knows that the two are questioning the steak he cooks.
Bian Yingning looked away and pretended not to see.
Forgot, this foreign friend can speak a little Chinese.
Shang Qingfen also consciously turned her head to the other side without looking at Mark.
As long as she can't see she doesn't know.
"Shang, help me get a steak for Bian to taste." Mark couldn't believe it, his level must be good.
He was looking at the unfinished steak in the pan, Bian Yingning was busy on the other side of the console, and Mark called Shang Qingfen to help.
Shang Qinghui heard the words and wanted to refuse, but felt short-handed.
No way, she could only take a fork and fork a steak and hand it to Bian Yingning.
She stared at the steak in her hand: "Mark told you to try it."
"Raise the high point."
I thought Bian Yingning would pick it up soon, but I didn't expect that she was mixing noodles, just glanced at Steak Road.
Seeing how busy she was, Shang Qingfen reluctantly raised her hand up.
Bian Yingning still didn't move: "If you are taller, do you think everyone is as short as you?"
What is she looking like, how much she is taller than herself, I don't know if it is three centimeters!
Shang Qingfen directly slammed the steak into Bian Yingning's face, seeing that she didn't pick it up, and was about to ask her if she didn't want to eat it, when she saw Bian Yingning bowed her head slightly, and just put her hand on her lips. The steak bites into the mouth.
Shang Qingfen was taken aback.
The hand suddenly went soft.
She immediately put away her hand after she reacted.
… She looked like she was here to feed her.
Bian Yingning didn't notice Shang Qingfen's secretly blushing ear tips, she just put on gloves and ran the face with cold water, while adding the seasoning and stirring, her hands were still wet, so she didn't want to take a fork .
"It's ok, but the black pepper juice can be made thicker, and the fire can be made a little smaller." Bian Yingning commented after eating.
Shang Qinghui snorted, ran back to Mark's side to spread the word, and then didn't pass Bian Yingning.
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