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?

“Leave dinner to me. In return, you just have to do me a

an hour later, Paul was staring 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

and took off his

Miranda nodded. “Alright.”

when the salmon was sliced. However, it was rather troublesome to slice

she gazed at Paul standing in the kitchen, she suddenly felt a little guilty. Was she wasting the talents of a physicist on slicing

row of evenly sliced fish. She had to swallow her words. She hadn’t

okay?” Paul

knife skills are comparable to

at her remark. “I’ve never cooked before, but I learned

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doing my undergrad in biology, so..

getting some meat and vegetables. The

dinner, Paul went to do the

cleaning up, Miranda said, “It’s getting late. You should head back first. I’ll

was already really late. Since

falling asleep. Unexpectedly, after she bid Paul goodbye, she

morning, she woke up before 7:00