The food in the forces was always superb. Even the soup was well-cooked, thick and nutritious, which was a major reason why the soldiers loved the cafeteria so much.
However, soup spilt onto a face was not an appealing sight.
When Rowdy Brightwill felt something dripping onto his handsome face, it instantly darkened.
"Ah, sorry about that."
Upon seeing Rowdy Brightwill's distorted face, Flossie Wright stepped forward and started placing her own food onto the table, then insincerely started to apologize.
Seeing Flossie's uncaring demeanor, Rowdy's face darkened, his gaze gradually sharpening. He dared to bet that this outcome was within Flossie's expectations or even orchestrated by her.
"Need a wipe?"
After Flossie Wright sat down, noticing that Rowdy petrified glance was still on her, she raised her brows, plucked a napkin from the table, and handed it to him.
