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#Chapter 40 Dinner with Joseph
Joseph’s POV “I had no idea you could cook,” I said as we sat down at the dinner table. She had a couple of bowls placed out with a big pot of stew in the center. She also managed to get into my wine cellar and grabbed some white wine to go with dinner. “My father taught me,” she explained as she poured wine into the glasses. “Stew was one of my mom’s favorite things to cook and he had her recipe after she passed away. I’m sorry I didn’t ask permission first. I just figured there was so much food sitting around, I might as well cook it.” “You don’t need to apologize. it smells delicious.” She smiled at the compliment. I don’t usually sit in the dining room when I eat dinner. Typically, the normal spot I eat is in my office while I’m doing work. Seeming it’s usually just me, it’s work
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