Several days passed, and the bread kiln was finally completed.
Tiana Williams could at last breathe a sigh of relief, leaving Polina Powell to her own devices. Whether she wanted to bake bread or pizza, that was her business; Tiana was only responsible for providing the kiln.
Tiana seldom had a moment of ease and comfort as she sat outside on the Sky Terrace, enjoying the breeze and sipping afternoon tea.
On the table beside her lay a pile of papers and documents, and at that moment, she held a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other, filled with dense formulas and calculations...
Landon Brooke came over and sat quietly beside her, leisurely picking up one of the papers from the table and flipping through it.
He naturally didn't understand these formulas; everyone has their specialty. The knowledge of derivatives and functions he had learned was probably mostly forgotten by now.
