Chapter 1480
Chapter 1480: Let Me Take Care of You, Flossie Wright (Part 6 of Double Updates)_1
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Flossie Wright nodded slightly and affirmed, "I trust you."
After a pause, Flossie tentatively asked, "What if it’s a failure?"
"I’ll join you in eating it," Hutchinson replied offhandedly.
So, if she hadn’t asked, he was planning not to eat?
Her mouth twitched slightly, and Flossie silently continued to rub in the salt.
It wasn’t supposed to be a major project.
In Flossie’s hands, it indeed became a momentous project.
Hutchinson watched from the side, his expression shifting from calm to stiff, and then to gloomy, progressing in clear stages.
Meanwhile, Flossie, focused intently on rubbing the salt, didn’t notice the changes in his expression.
It wasn’t until she had rubbed all 10 grams of salt onto it that Flossie sensed something was amiss in the atmosphere.
Hutchinson’s voice came unexpectedly.
Instinctively looking up, Flossie responded.
As his gaze fell on Flossie, Hutchinson’s expression was particularly serious, and that slow scrutinizing look made Flossie somewhat uncomfortable.
"I should support you," Hutchinson said suddenly, just as Flossie was growing impatient.
A mix of indulgence, resignation, and certainty.
It was as if taking Flossie under his wing was a public service.
Flossie was somewhat perplexed. After a few seconds of hesitation, she frowned and asked, "How much do you earn?"
"Enough to take care of you."
"My expenses are too high," Flossie shook her head, looking quite serious, "a soldier like you couldn’t afford it."
"No worries, my family wealth is enough to make up for it," Hutchinson paused slightly, then added, "and my cooking is good too."
Flossie suddenly laughed, a laugh that hid a cutting remark, "Is my cooking really that bad?"
Hutchinson also laughed, pointing at the roasted, salt-rubbed rabbit.
With a cold glare sent his way, Flossie extended her hand toward Hutchinson.
Hutchinson handed her the military knife.
Flossie twirled the military knife in her hand, made a few slices on the roasted hare, and a piece of meat was stuck on the tip of the knife.
Looking dubiously at the piece of meat and then at the smiling Hutchinson,
Flossie thought for a moment, brought the meat to her mouth, and ate it.
"It’s cooked," Flossie said, chewing a few times and evaluating with a frown.
It was just —
A bit salty.
"..." Hutchinson couldn’t help but laugh silently.
As if he didn’t know who did the cooking!
After a moment, Hutchinson turned to Flossie, who was expressionless, and asked, "Is it salty?"
"A little," Flossie replied, her face unchanged.
Really, it was more than just a little.
"Eat this side."
Hutchinson pointed to the area around the rabbit leg.
Flossie looked up at him.
"You didn’t put much salt on that side," Hutchinson explained, resigned.
So, Flossie cut a piece from there.
She tentatively took a bite.
As expected.
And actually, it tasted quite good.
Taking down the roasted rabbit, Flossie swung the military knife, cutting the rabbit in half, and tossed one half to Hutchinson.
"Eat up," Flossie said indifferently.
Having already accepted the reality of her cooking skills, she hadn’t held out much hope.
Well, it was cooked and edible, so she wasn’t going to be picky.
As for Hutchinson —
Whether he ate or not was up to him.
After all, it wouldn’t starve him to death.
Hutchinson caught the half piece of rabbit meat and watched as Flossie skillfully deboned the rabbit with a look of resigned amusement on his face.
This skill deficit was indeed serious.
After some time, the two finished off the roasted rabbit and simultaneously extinguished the fire.
As the sky grew dark, it was time to head back.
Coming to the mountain path, Flossie had just walked a few steps when she suddenly stopped.
Hutchinson, called by her, came up beside her from behind.
He took a step back.
Flossie went behind Hutchinson and sized him up from there.
Then, raising her hand, she patted his shoulder, tilted her head to look at Hutchinson’s profile, and said, "Instructor Hutchinson, I’d like to discuss something."
"Go ahead."
"Carry me down the mountain," Flossie narrowed her eyes.
— End of Chapter 1480 —