The cooking class always seemed busy during the new recruit training.
The sound of a mess of chores gradually emerged, echoing in the territory of the cooking class as usual.
"We are going to till the soil?"
Becca Reyes looked at the hoe forcibly stuffed into her hand, her eyebrows couldn't help but twitch, a layer of black fog seemed to shroud her face.
She and Flossie Wright were called over when they were still in training...
Just to take a hoe and till the soil?
"Is there a problem?" Neal Thompson handed the last hoe to Yvonne Watson. Hearing Becca's somewhat unwilling tone, he immediately frowned and rebuked, "You are originally in the cooking class. You should prioritize the tasks of the cooking class. The training was fought for by your sergeant. If you don't want to practice, then don't. Yvonne Watson's hands are blistered from the digging. Are you okay with that?!"
