After a slight pause, Flossie Wright glanced at him and quickly walked over.
"Sit."
Glenn Hutchinson glanced at the seat beside him.
After thinking for a moment, Flossie sat down as instructed.
"Tell me," Glenn Hutchinson placed his right elbow on the table, looked at her earnestly, and slowly spoke, "Comrade Flossie Wright, how did you hook up this time?"
"..."
Flossie leisurely glanced at him.
Every move, her expression and tone, carried a teasing vibe.
She chuckled faintly.
"Take a guess."
Standing up, Flossie couldn't be bothered with him.
She went straight to the kitchen.
After the selection process ended, the cooks who had been afraid to approach her finally sought her out one evening.
The gist was to ask for advice on knife skills.
Of course, it wasn't for free; as long as Flossie was willing to teach, in the future, as long as it wasn't excessive, she could ask for any favor.
Such a deal, Flossie naturally agreed to.
