Upon hearing, Rowdy Brightwill subconsciously looked up toward the entrance of the cafeteria.
Flossie Wright was carrying four bags.
Each bag contained two steamed buns.
"Anything else?"
As she walked in, Rowdy Brightwill couldn't help but ask.
Clearly, several people who had just passed by were complaining that the cafeteria's steamed buns were snatched up too quickly, none left.
"There is."
Flossie shrugged and tossed a bag to him.
If she went to get them herself, how could there not be any left?
With the sharp eyes of little Yan, knowing the good stuff was being taken, of course he'd reserve some for her.
Because of this, she hadn't escaped Neal Thompson's disdainful glares.
However, everyone in the cooking class had tacitly agreed, and Neal Thompson couldn't really do anything to her.
"Thanks."
Catching the bag, Rowdy Brightwill lifted it and gave it a shake.
"Hmm," Flossie responded indifferently, steadying Belinda Nichols again and said softly, "Let's go."
