Chapter 1145
Chapter 1145: Birthday Gift Survival Game (4)_1
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A few guys were beaten so badly they were left searching the ground for their teeth.
Naturally, they couldn’t swallow the humiliation of being embarrassed in public, so they grumbled a few words as a way to vent their anger.
"Let’s eat."
Glenn Hutchinson glanced over a few times before withdrawing his gaze and calling Flossie Wright to dine.
Upon hearing him, Flossie Wright paused mid-step and looked towards the kitchen, but before she could get a clear view, Glenn Hutchinson’s figure obstructed her path.
"Take a seat, we’re eating outside."
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Glenn Hutchinson said in a low voice.
After a moment of silence, Flossie Wright didn’t argue with him and turned around, heading to the stone table to sit down on the bench.
Soon, Glenn Hutchinson brought out the dishes one after another.
The cooks, who had eaten their meals slowly in the kitchen, also left with no one the wiser.
Little Yan, without uttering a word, wisely took the swill to feed the pigs.
The dishes were similar to those from the morning.
Two vegetarian dishes, one meat dish, plus a soup.
Flossie Wright scanned the spread and, as expected, did not see any bitter gourd.
"Where are the others?"
Picking up her rice bowl, Flossie Wright asked with a sense of curiosity.
Glenn Hutchinson looked at her and casually picked up his chopsticks to answer, "They’ve finished eating."
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Flossie Wright expressed her surprise.
These guys...
Are they usually this quick?
It normally takes them nearly twenty minutes to clean the kitchen, and afterward, they’d cause a commotion during the meal.
But now, it was only 6:20.
Glenn Hutchinson nodded calmly in response.
With a puzzled furrow in her brows, Flossie Wright stopped dwelling on it and began to eat.
Clearly, Glenn Hutchinson wasn’t quick enough with the cooking, as all these side dishes had been prepared by Squad Leader Lin, and they were all ones Flossie Wright typically liked.
Logically, Glenn Hutchinson’s culinary skills shouldn’t be on par with Squad Leader Lin’s, but to her surprise, she felt that Squad Leader Lin’s cooking had slipped a notch, as if...
It wasn’t as good as Glenn Hutchinson’s.
She wondered if it was just an illusion.
Luckily, Flossie Wright wasn’t picky about food. As long as it tasted better than what she could cook, she could generally accept it, so she found the meal rather enjoyable.
The two of them ate quickly, with Glenn Hutchinson putting down his chopsticks at the same time as her.
Flossie Wright tapped her finger on the stone table and raised her eyebrows at him, "The item."
"In a hurry for it?" Glenn Hutchinson asked in a low voice.
After hesitating, Flossie Wright decisively spat out a word, "Urgent."
In her previous life, she indeed learned some sniper techniques.
But they were not systematic.
Her interest in learning these skills was spontaneous, such as consulting a sniper on rifle techniques and hiding tactics. She never intended to be a professional sniper but wished to fill in when there was a shortage, relying on her marksmanship.
Back then, what stuck in her memory the most was crawling through the grassland for three days and nights without moving an inch.
However, real sniper training involved far more than just that.
She needed some information that would allow her to fully grasp the definition of "sniper."
When Glenn Hutchinson’s "gift" became available, she was relentless in her desire to have it.
She naturally had a certain insistence for anything that could advance her sniping skills.
Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze moved inch by inch over her, pausing briefly before speaking, "I’ll dictate."
After a brief moment of hesitation, Flossie Wright nodded directly, "Okay."
With a smile playing on his lips, Glenn Hutchinson looked at her and started speaking, "I will only answer your questions."
"Questions?" Flossie Wright lifted an eyebrow.
"Questions." Glenn Hutchinson affirmed.
Narrowing her eyes mildly, Flossie Wright had a moment of realization, "Have you been a sniper?"
After a pause, Glenn Hutchinson said solemnly, "Sort of."
"With your level of skill, I should be able to answer the questions you have now," Glenn Hutchinson said leisurely.
Rarely, Flossie Wright found herself at a loss for words.
She couldn’t find anything to counter with.
She had never seen Glenn Hutchinson with a sniper rifle, but she knew that Glenn Hutchinson wasn’t one to make empty claims without substance.
If he said he could, then it meant he indeed had the capability.
Even if he was boastful!
When it came to the disparity in skill, Flossie Wright kept a clear perspective when there was no need for competition.
As a rookie sniper, it was only natural for her to be less skilled than those who had been in the field for a longer time. Even though she was confident in her shooting abilities, there was still a lot for her to learn.
She didn’t like being blindly arrogant.
So, even if Glenn Hutchinson was so audacious, aside from accepting it, she couldn’t respond with the same brashness.
Without real strength, it’s all just bluster.
Of course—
She was annoyed.
Moving her wrist, Flossie Wright crossed her legs and looked leisurely at Glenn Hutchinson, pointing to the bowls and chopsticks on the stone table and commanding, "Clean it up first."
Glenn Hutchinson glanced at her, then at the stone table, and without hesitation, stood up.
Ready to clean up the bowls and chopsticks.
Flossie Wright tilted her head, slightly surprised, her eyebrows raised.
Was he really so obedient?
Having grown accustomed to seeing Glenn Hutchinson clad in military uniform issuing commands, she occasionally saw him cook, but even when handling a knife and spoon, he possessed a unique authority.
It seemed as though everything was effortless in his hands.
Flossie Wright thought that even when cooking, he would strategize, making optimal use of every implement.
But cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks didn’t quite fit him.
Unexpectedly, he got up and began cleaning without a word.
After observing him for a moment, Flossie Wright tilted her head to consider if she should lend a hand, but then she dismissed the idea.
As she waited, her thoughts drifted, and when she came back to reality, she saw Glenn Hutchinson approaching with...
He brought a cake to the stone table in front of her.
— End of Chapter 1145 —