When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0040

The man had long and pretty fingers. Miranda glanced at his cart to find that it was filled with ready–to–eat food. Her gaze trailed upward to find that he happened to be looking down at her too.

She smiled. “Don’t tell me you’re having this for dinner.

“Heh, sometimes I get home too late and don’t want to order takeout, so I just have something simple,” Paul said indifferently.

“According to my calculations, this has enough protein, vitamins, and carbohydrates a person needs in one day.”

Miranda couldn’t help but snicker when she heard his serious explanation. “It seems like you’ve taken every factor into account based on scientific calculations and precision, Dr. Jefferson. However, between a piping hot meal and those things, which you choose?”

Que would

neat instant food over

a

Paul fell silent. The answer was obvious–who would choose to

hot meal?

dinner to me. In return, you just

at the fish on the chopping board. “This

difficult to handle.‘

let out a quiet cough. “Actually, the supermarket usually has a fish cutter, but it was

his sleeves and took off his glasses.

Miranda nodded. “Alright.”

salmon was sliced. However, it was rather troublesome to slice raw fish, so

in the kitchen, she suddenly felt a little guilty. Was she wasting the talents of

minutes later, she was staring at a row of evenly sliced fish. She had to swallow her words. She hadn’t wasted

this okay?” Paul

skills are comparable to

cooked before, but

1/3

doing my undergrad in biology, so..

meat and vegetables. The two

to do the dishes of his

they were nearly done cleaning up, Miranda said, “It’s getting late. You should head back

but it was already really late. Since it was nearly midnight, he

hard time falling asleep. Unexpectedly, after she bid Paul goodbye, she began

next morning, she woke up