Inside the tent.
As soon as Flossie Wright walked in with the dishes, Perry Reed's gaze swept over the food one by one. For some reason, a strange chill ran down his spine.
They look quite decent.
But the Flossie Wright in his memory was completely inept in the kitchen.
"Sit."
Placing the dishes on the table, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow at Perry Reed.
Perry Reed scrutinized Flossie Wright for a few moments, then hesitated before sitting across from her, giving her some face.
Flossie Wright set down the rice bowl and chopsticks and also sat down.
But she didn't hurry to eat.
Rubbing her chin with her fingers, Flossie Wright squinted slightly, her gaze drifting around Perry Reed as if hinting at something.
Feeling somewhat unnerved by her staring, Perry Reed had no choice but to concede, picking up his chopsticks in front of Flossie Wright.
Flossie Wright watched him with satisfaction.
Grinding his teeth, Perry Reed picked up a green bean.
