Chapter 119: Turning Hostile on a Whim
Translator: 549690339
Headmaster:
What should he say?
Is Adrian Zhekova being a dogface?
How could he turn his face away so quickly!
Having a conversation with Adrian Zhekova is so difficult.
At noon, the children all ca over to ask their parents for lunch.
Morgan Clarke also ran over and sat directly between Cindy Clarke and Adrian Zhekova, not giving Adrian a chance to get too close to Cindy.
Adrian Zhekova had been relying on his family to Cindy all morning!
Adrian Zhekova:
Because they were having lunch outdoors, convenience was the priority.
So, Cindy prepared a steak sandwich.
The sandwich was wrapped in plastic wrap, which not only kept its shape but also prevented dirty hands.
Adrian Zhekova took it and saw that the edges of the sandwich were sealed with plastic wrap.
The cut-open sandwich looked like a pocket.
Between the two pieces of toast was a juicy steak.
But outside the steak, there was also a layer of crispy lettuce wrapped around it.
Cindy explained, “This way, the steak’s juice can be locked in without seeping into the bread, ruining its texture and causing the steak’s juice to be lost. At the sa ti, it also cuts the greasiness.”
Adrian Zhekova nodded. Cindy’s dishes always looked simple, but a lot of thought went into the details.
It made the eater feel her intention, and everything tasted comforting.
Adrian Zhekova took a bite, tasting the soft texture of the toast combined with the crisp lettuce.
As Cindy had said, the lettuce wrapped the steak well, and none of the juice was lost.
The steak was cooked perfectly – caralized on the outside, light aty pink on the inside, and tender pink in the center.
With each bite, the steak’s juice spread in the mouth, creating a lt-in-your-mouth sensation.
“You chose snow beef?” Adrian Zhekova identified it right away.
Cindy nodded: “I chose A5-grade snow beef. The marbling and lean at are evenly distributed, allowing the maximum integration of the two. This way, you can really feel the lt-in-your-mouth sensation when you eat it.”
Adrian Zhekova nodded. Judging by taste alone, he knew that Cindy had chosen high-quality at.
The tender texture made it difficult to detect any fibrous sensation, and each bite was silky smooth.
The soft toast and faint milkiness blended harmoniously with the tender beef, as though they were a natural match.
Morgan Clarke was eating heartily.
He had also been spoiled by Cindy since he was little, and now he was eating with his mouth full of at juice.
“It’s so delicious that my tongue is about to lt!” Morgan spoke while trembling with gratitude.
The children around them looked envious: ‘Morgan, is it really that good?” “Of course!” Morgan brought the sandwich closer to their eyes and pinched it, “Look, the at juice is oozing out.”
Morgan heard the sound of the children slurping their saliva.
The little fellow was especially pleased, looking at their envious expressions, and his own food tasted even better.
After Adrian Zhekova and Morgan finished eating, Cindy brought out the prepared fruit salad as a dessert.
The other children’s parents had also prepared delicate als.
However, when children see others enjoying their food, they easily feel that those als are more delicious.
While eating their own dishes, they still kept glancing at Morgan’s side.
“Tomorrow is the Cooking Competition auditions,” Adrian Zhekova said, “are you all prepared?”
“Yes,” Cindy nodded, not taking the auditions lightly, “the auditions don’t have Internet and television live broadcasts. The competition ti for the participants is arranged according to the order of registration..”
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