Take Me Away

Chapter 167 Eating Radishes Today

The golden beach in NJ City was supposed to be a sea full of tourists, but now it was spacious and

peaceful. This is what the sea should look like! Taking a deep breath of the fresh air, Fiona was in a

good mood.

"Hurry up!" On the beach, with a loudspeaker in one hand and a loud speaker in the other, Spencer

shouted, "More than twenty people behind! Why are you slowing down? It's one hour and forty-eight

minutes. Don't you want to take part in the military exercise? "

His voice sounded especially loud on the empty beach. He and Fiona had arrived at the beach for a

while and now they were waiting for almost twenty minutes.

Female soldiers came one after another, casting green shadows across the long shore.

Looking at this scene, Fiona was somewhat moved.

As time ticked away, the last soldier ran to where Spencer stood and stopped.

"Ma'am, what do you think?"

"I think we all arrive here in less than two hours."

"Come on, instructor! Tell us!"

Female soldiers gathered around him, panting.

Looking at his watch, Spencer curled his lips and answered, "Well done, within two hours."

After saying that, a group of female soldiers immediately burst into cheers.

"Are you happy now?" Spencer looked around and said, The following training is very difficult! Now, go

and put up a tent. If it's not done quickly, you can just sleep on the beach at night! Hurry up! "

"Yes, sir!"

"Okay, ma'am!"

After passing the first test, the female soldiers felt relaxed and went to the place where they should put

up the tents with a smile.

Standing next to him, Fiona said with a faint smile.

When Spencer turned around and saw the rare smile on Fiona's face, his mood somehow lifted. But

the next second, he wanted to have a joke with Fiona, and took up the loudspeaker in his hand. In a

voice that could even be heard from the whole beach, he shouted, "Why are you still standing there,

Instructor Fiona? Don't you put up the tent? Do you want to sleep on the beach tonight? "

Shocked, Fiona cast a stern glance at him but said nothing. She walked towards the female soldiers

with her backpack on her back. As she stepped on the soft sand, she walked slowly and not steadily.

Wasn't it too good for him to lose his memory? He was still as naughty as before.

"Alas..." Shocked and speechless by what Fiona did, Spencer turned around and said to Karl, "Don't

you think Miss Fiona is too rebellious? How dare she ignore me! "

"Sir, it was you who played a trick on her first, wasn't it?" Karl stared at Spencer and mumbled, "Chief,

don't just let Miss Fiona pitch a tent. If we don't take action now, I think we will be the one who sleeps

on the beach!"

After hearing this, Spencer's face darkened with anger and he kicked at Karl's butt. "Who the hell are

you? How dare you! I'm the team head. I don't need to pitch a tent myself! Isn't this your business? If

you keep arguing with me, I'll let you sleep in the sea! "

"Haha Yes! Sir! " After saying that, Karl saluted him politely and took out his tent in a hurry. He rubbed

his buttock as he ran.

Spencer was still standing there and narrowing his eyes. The relaxed look on his face suddenly

became grim. He knew that the soldiers in the team called him moody, but had he been moody to such

an extent? His eyes were fixed on Fiona. Several hours ago in the army, why did he suddenly want her

to call his name? Was it because he felt that her voice was quite similar to that in his mind? And just

now, why did he suddenly want to play a trick on her? Even he himself found it incredible!

"Hiss..." Before he could think it through, he suddenly took a deep breath and rubbed his temples with

both hands. It was too painful. Every time he tried to recall the past, his head would ache.

Then, forget it

There was a cooking class with the people from the third company. Around five o'clock, the female

soldiers tidied up the tent and the staff of the cooking class began to cook. At this time, the tide of the

sea rose, and Spencer gathered the group of people.

"Taking advantage of the rising tide of the sea, let's have a basic training first." Spencer walked back to

the company and said, "With ten kilograms of weight, you can run along the coastline. You can stop

when the meal is ready. How about you lead the team and run away, Janice? "

"Yes, sir!" Janice took the order and left. Spencer followed them and ran to the end of the queue,

urging them to work on time.

Outside the makeshift kitchen, Fiona came to help when she had nothing to do. The soldiers were men,

and they felt a little embarrassed when they saw Fiona come.

"Go ahead with your work, Miss Fiona. What are you doing here?" Persuaded the monitor of cooking

class.

"I don't have anything important. I just want to come here to see if there is anything I can help with."

Fiona smiled. None of the instructors went with the army to let them go on a trip. At most the instructors

spare their time to encourage the soldiers psychologically. And she couldn't give a political lesson to

anyone on the beach

While they were talking, Fiona reached out her hands and asked, "What dishes are you going to cook

tonight?"

"Kind of like the soldiers." The captain of the cooking class replied, "Meat and vegetables match."

"Okay." Fiona nodded her head. Suddenly, she saw a few carrots in the bag next to her. She asked

inexplicably, "Is that sack full of carrots?"

"Yes."

"Carrots..." Fiona whispered. Suddenly, she lifted the corners of her mouth and said, "Have some

radishes tonight."

"What?"

With a smug smile, Fiona responded, "Yes, a carrot party!"

Female soldiers' screams and pounding against the shore made the whole beach extremely

magnificent. The sun began to set, and the rosy clouds were thicker in the sky. The company

commanders and the subordinates came back to the dining place, and all the dishes were ready.

Everyone took the lunch boxes to fill the bowls.

Spencer walked slowly towards the end of the group, and the smell of the carrots in his nose got thicker

and thicker.

"What dish is it?"

"Why it is still the carrot?"

"Shit, this dish is also carrot..."

Hearing the women in front of him whispering, Spencer's mouth twitched slightly. He quickly poked his

tall body to look into the dishes one by one.

Carrot stewed with meat, carrot fried with eggs, stir fried agaric with carrot, carrot soup, carrot in cold

sauce...

Spencer looked at the dishes one by one, and his face became darker and darker. When he saw the

last one, he immediately lost his temper. On the last plate, there were only some carrots, which were

washed in neat rows. Looking at them, Spencer was really crazy.

Fiona stood not far away in silence, eating carrots and looking at the livid face of Spencer, her mood

slowly became better. She knew that even if a person lost his memory, his or her taste would never

change.

'Spencer, I prepared this evening's banquet for you.

Fiona's mouth was slightly hooked. Since she hung out with Sophia for more than two years, when did

she start to joke around? And this joke was made for Spencer.

But meanwhile, she was engulfed by mixed feelings. 'Spencer, do you know how much I hate you?

"Damn it!" She heard Spencer shout, "Where is the monitor of the cooking class?! Come here! "

"Sir, are you looking for me?" The monitor of cooking class immediately put down the big spoon in his

hand and ran all the way to Spencer, answering him with fear.

"You, you..." With his hands shaking, Spencer pointed at the last row of white radish that were washed

clean. His face turned red with anger. "What the hell is the last dish?"

"This one..." The monitor swallowed hard and explained, "These are snacks, not vegetables."

"Snacks are nonsense!" Spencer cursed, "You think we're rabbit?! Eat radish?! What are you thinking

about! Go and redo it for me! Don't let me see the carrots, and don't let me smell them! "

"What?" The monitor of the cooking class felt nervous and guilty. "Shouldn't it be a waste of the carrot

banquet?"

"A carrot banquet? !" When he heard about it, Spencer stared at the monitor as if he were looking at an

alien. "I've never heard of anything like eating carrots banquet before. You are so creative!"

"Haha..."

"Hush! Don't laugh! "

Several female soldiers couldn't help laughing, but they had to hold it back because they saw the look

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Feeling that he was going to blame the cooking class for what he had done, Fiona walked towards him

and said, "Mr. Spencer!"

Spencer then turned to look at Fiona and asked, "What's up? What are you going to say? "

"I asked the cook to make carrots for us. Don't blame them." Fiona looked at him.

"You? !" Then he looked at Fiona up and down and continued, "Miss Fiona, we are not born to be

friends, are we? I hated eating radishes since I was a child. You make a radishes banquet for me. Are

you going to piss me off? "

Fiona pursed her lips, "I'm sorry, but I don't know you don't like eating radishes. I'll be more careful next

time."

Spencer stared at her coldly and clenched his fists tightly. He wanted to scold her, but he couldn't

manage to do so. After struggling for a while, he could only snort angrily and strode away. "If you dare

to do it again, I will not spare you!"

"Sir! Sir, where are you going? " Karl chased after him.

Without looking back, Spencer walked faster and faster.

"The carrots contain rich carrots, vitamins and mineral elements. No matter the food tastes good or

bad, you shouldn't be picky."

The voice rang in his mind again. Who on earth was it! It couldn't be Celine. She knew that he didn't eat

radishes. Then who was she? Who is she!

"Ah --" Spencer roared and started running along the coastline.

All the girls were stunned by Spencer's actions. With knitted brows, Fiona turned to the girls and said,

"Let's enjoy the meal."

Unexpectedly, Fiona was not in a good mood when she saw Spencer was mad.

The bright moonlight, the waves, and everyone in the training base had already fallen asleep.

Inside a single tent, Fiona had just fallen asleep when the tent was swayed violently by someone,

accompanied by a rude voice of Spencer, "Fiona! 'Fiona! Come out! Do you hear me? Come out!

"