Chapter 1146
Chapter 1146: How Good It Would Have Been to Kill You Then (1)_1
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The double-layered cake was exquisitely and beautifully made, with a neat layer of cream on the outside, topped with an assortment of neatly cut fruits.
Glenn Hutchinson placed it on the stone table.
"Who made this?"
Caught off guard, Flossie Wright came to her senses and couldn’t help but ask.
Glenn Hutchinson sat down, opening his mouth with calm, "I did."
Flossie Wright looked up in surprise.
To this, Glenn Hutchinson was utterly composed.
Taken aback, Flossie Wright furrowed her brows tightly and then asked, "Who taught you?"
Flossie Wright nodded in realization.
Although she didn’t think Kirana Williams’s cooking skills were great, she was even more unconvinced that Glenn Hutchinson was proficient in everything, even baking something like cake.
After glancing at the cake a few times, Flossie Wright shrugged her shoulders, "Thanks."
She wasn’t much of a cake eater, too greasy and not to her taste.
Of course, she wasn’t picky, even worms and larvae, if she really needed to survive, she could put them in her mouth, but when there was no need, she would absolutely not touch them.
Since the cake was already presented, it counted as a gesture of goodwill, and she wasn’t so capricious as to refuse such out of dislike and not give others face.
As long as it wasn’t out of malice.
Without any birthday ceremony, Glenn Hutchinson took a military knife, intending to cut the cake for Flossie Wright, but before doing so, he cast a glance at Flossie Wright and asked, "How much can you drink?"
"Hm?" Flossie Wright was puzzled.
"There’s alcohol in it," Glenn Hutchinson explained.
"I don’t know," she thought for a moment and then said, "Not much anyway."
With such a reply, Flossie Wright wasn’t concerned.
Her alcohol tolerance was indeed not that great.
It was mainly due to the original body’s inability to develop tolerance, and since alcohol was forbidden in the Forces, she had encountered it only a handful of times in the past half year.
Becoming tipsy after just a little was a memory she already possessed.
She subconsciously assumed that the amount of alcohol in the cake was insignificant, so she forgot to ask Glenn Hutchinson what kind of alcohol he had used.
She also forgot that in the cooking class, aside from cases of beer, there was only Sergeant Lin’s treasured sorghum liquor.
Glenn Hutchinson cut a large portion for Flossie Wright.
Maxwell Moore got two-fifths of it.
Flossie Wright silently watched, internally criticizing Glenn Hutchinson’s generosity, but after a while, she said, "Let’s talk and eat at the same time."
Glenn Hutchinson brought over a bottle of beer and a plate of peanuts.
Raising an eyebrow, Flossie Wright looked at him suspiciously, "Aren’t you eating?"
"No," Glenn Hutchinson raised his eyebrows.
Oily and greasy cake, probably not many men would like it.
Flossie Wright was quite speechless.
If he wasn’t going to eat, why make such a big fuss?
Turning the fork in her hand, Flossie Wright spun it quickly with her fingers, eating the cake nonchalantly while she "consulted" Glenn Hutchinson on her doubts about sniping.
There was indeed much she needed to understand.
With just her marksmanship alone, she could stand up to Glenn Hutchinson, but to become a sniper, she still had many questions.
She couldn’t progress blindly; she needed to learn things from someone experienced.
Clearly, Glenn Hutchinson was that "experienced" person.
A true sniper couldn’t possibly be trained by the Forces but should be honed in actual combat.
She knew that her mental fortitude, in the eyes of people like Ella Pemberton, might seem otherworldly. Still, compared to those she had encountered before, she was merely at the same level and not particularly outstanding.
— End of Chapter 1146 —