Chapter 339

Down at the downstairs kitchen. The landlady’s really kind—she actually let me use her private kitchen. I went over to the market near the entrance, walked around a bit, and grabbed some beef, tomatoes, a few seasonings, and noodles. Of course, I borrowed money from Paul Allen. I mean, I literally gave everything I had to Ronald Wright. Yup, totally broke now. I don’t remember my past, but I swear, noodles just can’t go wrong. Throw in some tasty toppings and boom, perfection. My brain’s full of noodle recipes right now. Could it be I used to cook before? A chef, maybe? But Ronald said I was just a pretty face. Huh. Then, out of nowhere, I bump into Oliver Barnes in the kitchen. He was picking vegetables, and the discarded leaves he arranged on the ground looked like they were dancing or something—super lifelike. I was so impressed. “That looks awesome. You’re actually really good at this!” He glanced at me and froze, then casually wiped away the leaves like he didn’t spend forever arr