"What have you been doing all morning?"
With a severe expression, Drake Easton asked. His eyebrows furrowed tightly and a sudden rise of pressure and intimidation spread quickly throughout the kitchen, creating a tense atmosphere.
In an instant, the kitchen fell into a strangely silent state. The sound of pots and pans echoed rhythmically, all whispers disappeared. The peripheral vision of everyone busily working darted curiously towards Flossie Wright and Drake. Perhaps Drake's imposing presence was so intimidating that it made them all nervous.
"Reporting to the squad leader!" Flossie responded, her back straight as steel, "Washing vegetables, boiling eggs."
Unexpectedly, a few sparks flickered in the depths of Drake's eyes. The soldiers he trained, even if they were just helping in the cooking class, should be serious and diligent in their work!
Such a soldier, sloppily without rules, seemed to have no military discipline at all!
