Chapter 839
Chapter 839: Story No. 051 Bard Walker’s Fury (2)_1
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In fact, Flossie Wright did not think that Bard Walker would be that angry.
As long as...
Well, she proved that she had not cheated.
Research information, look at maps, analyze the situation, determine the location.
This was her explanation.
It was also her action.
What followed was their repeated investigations to confirm that no one had leaked information to her.
After standing for a while, Flossie Wright turned and walked towards the kitchen next door.
The kitchen.
Lunchtime had just passed, and the cafeteria was already empty, so Flossie Wright went straight into the kitchen.
Just like Bard Walker, she had not eaten anything since last night.
Questioned by Austin Shepherd and his team, questioned by Bard Walker, questioned by the Brigadier over the phone, questioned by the allied Forces...
The same answer, repeated four or five times, over and over, she was tired of it.
The back door was not closed, and Flossie Wright walked in.
The clean and tidy kitchen, all the ingredients neatly categorized, pots and pans returned to their places, but not a soul to be seen.
Even though it was the cooking class, the kitchen was not always manned, just as the action Forces were not always in training.
After thinking it over, Flossie Wright decided to make herself something to eat.
As an action-oriented person, without hesitation, she headed straight for the ingredient area.
She chose a carrot, half a cabbage, two eggs, and a few green onions, washed them, and brought them to the cutting board, grabbing a kitchen knife on the way.
Knife in hand, she chopped.
"Bang, bang, bang—"
The previously silent kitchen was suddenly filled with the sound of chopping.
When Yvonne Watson finished picking vegetables and approached the kitchen, she heard the sound of stir-frying inside and thought that dinner time had come early.
Upon reaching the doorway, she froze.
Inside the kitchen, a familiar figure stood by the stove, wearing a black casual jacket, jeans, and sneakers, slender in build, with a tall and straight silhouette from behind.
After a few glances, Yvonne Watson recognized her.
Flossie Wright.
Her face barely concealing her surprise, Yvonne Watson pursed her lips, paused, and suddenly realized—
Flossie Wright was cooking!
With a cooking spoon in her hand, she was stir-frying in the wok, flames darting from beneath it, dancing around as if they could catch her clothes on fire any second.
In Yvonne’s eyes, this stir-frying was even more thrilling than a fight.
After a while, Flossie Wright put down the cooking spoon and turned off the fire.
In the wok, the cabbage that had been neatly chopped was now a soft mess, parts of it blackened and sticking to the wok.
Flossie Wright frowned.
Apparently, the flame was too high.
"Did you add oil?"
Accompanied by footsteps, a question came from beside her.
Yvonne Watson approached with a slight frown, asking softly.
She could have ignored her, but she really could not stand to watch anymore.
Flossie Wright nodded naturally.
Closer now, Yvonne Watson looked down and saw that indeed...
Oil had been added.
But, she estimated, only a small spoonful, not even enough for half of the vegetables.
Yvonne Watson was bewildered.
After a moment of thought, Yvonne Watson reached out, took the cooking spoon from Flossie Wright, and said softly, "Let me do it."
At her agreement, Flossie Wright stepped aside.
Though she was surprised at Yvonne Watson’s assistance, Flossie Wright did not mind help with something she was not good at.
Without someone to instruct her, she only made a mess of things.
Usually, it was no problem, but she had to eat this meal.
— End of Chapter 839 —