A Forces' kitchen with such complete tools really is surprising.
"Cool, right?" the cooking class leader rubbed his hands and chuckled, "The Soldiers train so hard, they definitely can't skimp on good food. This was all funded and remodeled by Captain and Captain Hutchinson without spending a dime of the Forces' money."
Flossie Wright glanced at him.
"Alright now, you two take a seat. I'll go make Dumplings for you."
As he said this, he pointed to a small dining table against the wall and spoke to the two of them.
Having spoken, he didn't ramble on but walked straight toward the stove.
Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols exchanged glances, not wanting to disturb their busyness, and went straight to the table to sit down.
But—
In the few minutes of waiting, Flossie noticed that three cooks who were chopping vegetables kept glancing over at her.
Flossie was somewhat perplexed.
However, before she could figure it out, the cooking class leader's Dumplings were ready.
