Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

There was no other way, so Gao Xue could only explain the questions to them carefully. After explaining, he had them continue doing the questions, and found that they were able to do the same types of questions very quickly.

Gao Xue couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. These people, these bad students, poor students in other people's eyes.

Perhaps it's not really that bad.

Several people were doing exercises. None of them were stupid; they just didn't like to study.

After they had been writing there for over an hour, Yue Qingyou called out that it was time to eat.

They rushed over like wolves and tigers. I thought I would see a dark and murky place, but when I saw the table, I saw that although it was just simple ingredients, it was colorful, fragrant and delicious, no less than those big restaurants.

Even more so, it surpasses even the grandest hotels.

"Qingyou, did you make all of this?"

Gao Xue looked at the dishes on the table: broccoli stir-fried with pork slices, steamed lion's head meatballs, braised pork, stir-fried shredded potatoes, and a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

The air was filled with the aroma of food.

"Yes, everyone, wash your hands and sit down to eat!"

Yue Qingyou nodded and began to set out the bowls and chopsticks.

After everyone washed their hands and sat down at the table, they still felt a little uneasy, because the meal was actually prepared by the eldest brother.

When did our eldest daughter become so intelligent and virtuous? She's the perfect role model for a housewife!

"If you're not going to eat, then don't eat!"

Yue Qingyou picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks, put it in her grandmother's bowl, and gave them a disapproving look.

At that moment, Zhao Junyan and the others also started eating.

As soon as I took a bite, I felt the deliciousness slowly spreading across my taste buds.

"It's so delicious!"

Gao Xue took a bite of braised pork, a dish her mother often made at home. However, the fatty parts of her mother's braised pork were extremely greasy, and the lean parts were impossible to chew.

But what Yue Qingyou made was different; it had a melt-in-your-mouth texture.

It's fatty but not greasy, and even the lean parts don't feel tough. You can easily eat it with a bite of its fragrant and soft texture. It's a really great feeling.

Zhao Junyan and the others didn't have time to speak and started wolfing down their food.

They were afraid that if they said an extra word, they would miss out on a bite of food.

The food was devoured in a flash, and even the tomato and egg soup was completely consumed.

"I haven't eaten this much in ages!"

Zhao Junyan lay back in the chair and took a deep breath.

"Yes, it's really delicious."

"After eating this meal, I really feel like all the meals I've had before were a waste of time."

They started discussing it, each offering their own opinion.

Zhao Junyan suddenly sensed something was wrong and sat up abruptly. "Grandma, did the eldest son really do it?"

Grandma chuckled and said lovingly, "It must have been Qingyou who made it. You've all eaten my cooking before. I just told Qingyou how to make these dishes, and she made them so delicious!"

Grandma spoke with a sense of pride.

My granddaughter cooks so well, she won't have to worry about finding a husband in the future.

"Boss, you're a true genius!"

As Zhao Junyan spoke, he looked at Yue Qingyou with utter admiration in his eyes.

The memory of catching a blade barehanded during the fight last night is still vivid in Yue Qingyou's mind; that scene keeps playing in her mind like a slideshow.