Chapter 110
Chapter 110 Episode 018 Cool domineering pursues first order (3)
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Flossie Wright, standing on the side, lightly arched her brow with interest and watched her perform without any intent to intervene.
But everyone else was the opposite. They wondered what exactly this decisive female cook wanted to do, then tried hard to recall her, only to find their deep memory of Flossie dampening it, leaving them with a remarkably faint impression of this unexpected kitchen staff.
"We’re here to fill your bellies, not to take care of your precious stomachs! I’m putting it straight, the food’s here, you want to eat, eat; you won’t eat, get lost! Don’t make a ruckus and disturb everyone’s peace, we’re not here to listen to your goddamn complaints!"
Becca Reyes spoke bluntly, hitting the nail on the head, infuriating the standing new soldiers. Yet she calmly added, "As for whether it tastes good or not, you can complain anywhere once you leave the cafetorium. If you’re up to it, you can even complain to the Brigadier, say we, the cooking class, are serving ’pig food’ and you poor imitation of human beings can’t stomach it!"
Instantly, all the new recruits who had been clamoring for a "rebellion" turned red as a pig’s liver.
Becca Reyes’s words, directly and indirectly, mocked them all. It was clear that she was scolding them for their thoughtless actions, this here was the cooking class’s turf. Even if they jumped higher, cursed harsher, or created more havoc, it would be pointless; if they dared, they could go and complain about them.
But, as mere new soldiers, not even guaranteed their rank, how could they possibly dare to complain? What’s more, such an act would reveal their inability to endure hardships. How could such pampered soldiers stay here?
So, even if they were hollering about "complaining" here, it was merely to intimidate the cooks. Now that Becca had bluntly put it, they were all left in an awkward and embarrassing state.
"Well said."
Accompanying Flossie’s lazy voice, clear applause began to ring out methodically. Everyone’s eyes gradually turned to her. A smile appeared in her eyes, enhancing her beautiful face. However, an edge was hidden beneath her bright eyes, barely surfacing.
And, every clap of her, was like a slap on the faces of those people.
Gradually, Flossie stopped clapping and all traces of amusement vanished from her features. She spoke casually, "If your skills aren’t up to par, practice. If you can’t stand losing, don’t make a fool out of yourself."
Every word Flossie said was filled with sarcasm, sharply and mercilessly mocking these boastful vanguards, leaving them speechless, some of them even felt disgraced.
In the end, they really couldn’t afford to lose.
Because they couldn’t afford to lose, they resorted to different methods to strive for a "win", even employing such shameless tactics.
Admittedly, the afternoon’s training had been a severe blow. Flossie’s shooting had hit them hard, shattering all the boasting capital of the new soldiers who were proud of their shooting skills. Filled with resentment, anger, and unwillingness, they naturally wanted to retaliate.
Today was a good opportunity. The instructor and other soldiers weren’t here, and there were problems with the quality of the food, so they naturally conspired to make an issue out of it.
But, they were too impulsive. They only cared about embarrassing the cooking class, but hadn’t considered the consequences, or even how many people would stand on their side.
— End of Chapter 110 —