Chapter 840
Chapter 840: Story No. 051 Bard Walker’s Fury (3)_1
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Gazing intently, Flossie Wright stood by, watching Yvonne Watson stir-fry vegetables.
After adding two more spoonfuls of oil, Yvonne Watson turned the heat low and skillfully stirred the vegetables.
In her memory, she had rarely seen Yvonne Watson cook. The few times she had, Captain Lin had found many faults: the heat was too high, the vegetables too old, the flavor not enough, or too bland...
It was probably very average.
But, watching her movements now, Flossie Wright judged by her own standards that Yvonne Watson was actually quite good.
Less than ten minutes had passed.
Cabbage Soup, Stir-fried Radish, Scallion Fried Eggs.
All three dishes were neatly arranged on plates and placed on the stone table outside.
Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised.
Patting Yvonne Watson on the shoulder, Flossie Wright expressed her gratitude and then sat down on the stone bench beside the table with a slightly cool plate of white rice.
"No..." Yvonne Watson started to say something polite, but seeing Flossie Wright had already walked away, she lowered her voice, "you’re welcome."
At the table, Flossie Wright began to move her chopsticks.
Picking up vegetables, eating rice.
She had been busy since the previous night and had not stopped, feeling really hungry and sleepy.
With nothing else on her mind, she just ate.
So much so that—
It wasn’t until Neal Thompson approached the opposite side of the stone table that she noticed.
By that time, she had only eaten half of her meal.
"Lunchtime is over. Who made this simple meal for you?!"
With a scowl and a furrowed brow, Neal Thompson’s voice was deep and stern as he glared at her with dissatisfaction.
Taking her time to swallow her food, Flossie Wright lifted her head slightly and saw Neal Thompson’s gloomy, round face.
He wasn’t particularly good-looking to begin with and with age, the lack of skincare and the years of weathering in the Forces had left acne scars on his face. Coupled with his stern expression, he did indeed look unpleasant.
Not even thirty, he already looked like he was in his forties.
"I made it myself."
Looking down, she picked up a piece of radish and lazily replied as she took a bite.
Seeing her demeanor, Neal Thompson felt an inexplicable surge of irritation.
Upon closer inspection of the few dishes — cabbage, radish, and scallions — all were cut neatly.
It was Flossie’s knife technique.
Immediately, there was no doubt about Flossie Wright’s answer.
"Flossie Wright!"
He called out her name loudly.
Spittle flew everywhere.
Frowning slightly, Flossie Wright’s appetite vanished instantly.
She put down her chopsticks and lifted her gaze, her expression cold and indifferent, "Is there a problem?"
Grinding his teeth, Neal Thompson walked around the round table and stood in front of her, picked up the plate of radishes, and slammed it down on the table heavily.
"Flossie Wright, not to mention that you have left the cooking class, even if you were still part of it, granted access to the kitchen at will, you have no right to cook food for yourself! Do you think this is your home?!"
Neal Thompson was full of righteous anger with his words, his fury rising.
He had never seen such a female soldier before!
From the moment they met, Flossie Wright had not left him with a good impression, constantly threatening him and making him wary of acting recklessly.
But his discontent and objections towards her were more than just a little.
Even after leaving the cooking class, Captain Lin had constantly shielded her, occasionally providing her and Becca Reyes with delicious meals. Although it was done when he wasn’t around, it was never concealed in front of him.
Blatantly favoring Flossie Wright behind closed doors.
It was so unfair!
In a place like the Forces, how could they allow someone like Flossie Wright to exist?
Now encountering Flossie Wright’s actions again, Neal Thompson couldn’t hold back any longer!
"The Forces aren’t home?"
— End of Chapter 840 —