"Mm."
Flossie Wright nodded.
Since it was her request, the cook didn't insist on giving her anything else and honestly took a bowl, filling it with two Steamed Buns.
"Would you like some pickles?"
Handing over the bowl, the cook asked enthusiastically.
"No need."
Flossie slightly looked up, her lips curling into a light smile as she reached out to take the two steamed buns.
"Eh—" The cook looked at her in astonishment.
"Thanks."
Waving her hand, Flossie took the steamed buns and turned to leave.
She didn't have time to dawdle.
After getting a good night's sleep to rejuvenate and filling her stomach, she had to continue her training.
She was not injured.
Moreover, she was far behind in physical fitness, and she was basically insufficient in several other areas, requiring her to spend time to strengthen those skills.
After all—
Her target was with Glenn Hutchinson.
