Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

Qin Ye watched his wife with a fervent glow in his eyes. Whenever his wife was present, his eyes had room for no one else.

The affection he carried seemed to overflow.

His gaze made it impossible for Rong Yan to voice any objections.

"... Yes, that’s exactly why I want to send him."

As soon as he said this, Qin Ye’s facial features softened even more, and the tender light that instantly radiated from his eyes was almost suffocating.

"You can sleep in a little longer, I don’t need to be sent off."

Despite his words, his tone revealed a happiness so palpable that even bystanders could feel it.

Rong Wenming felt he shouldn’t be there, he should leave immediately, as his presence was exceedingly redundant.

"I’ll leave you to talk, I’m going to check if your mother’s breakfast is ready."

After saying this, he headed toward the kitchen.

Seeing his father-in-law leave, Qin Ye approached his wife, "I actually don’t need to be sent off. Why don’t you go back to sleep for a while?"

"Sleep, what sleep? Enough of that, when are you leaving? After breakfast, or a bit later?"

"I’ll leave after the seven o’clock car arrives."

"Alright! Oh, I’ve prepared some things for you. Don’t forget to take them when you leave, I’ve put everything in the room."

Seeing her say this, Qin Ye felt a joy that he couldn’t suppress.

"... Thank you, dear." The feeling of being remembered is truly wonderful!

Especially since his wife was showing such concern for him!

"Alright, let’s go eat breakfast!" Rong Yan, whose eyes he had fixed on constantly, also felt her face heating up.

"Okay." Qin Ye nodded.

Then, Madam Rong came out with the breakfast.

The dining table was now set in the courtyard.

After all, it was not too hot at this time, and it was nice to eat outside.

"Qin, stop chatting and come eat breakfast." Madam Rong placed all the breakfast she had made on the table.

Rong Wenming also brought over the breakfast.

Qin Ye wanted to help, but Rong Wenming refused him, "No need, just sit down and eat."

Rong Yan called out to Qin Mei, "Meimei, come out for breakfast."

This was one of their most complete family breakfasts, as Rong Yan usually was the last to wake up. By the time she got up, others had already finished a round of chores.

Qin Mei ran over with a pitter-patter.

Breakfast consisted of white rice porridge, vegetable pancakes, and meat pancakes, plus a few boiled eggs.

"Qin, Meimei, come on, two eggs each." Madam Rong distributed the eggs to the two of them, and of course, to her own daughter as well.

"I’ll just take one." Rong Yan passed the other egg to her dad.

This made Rong Wenming very happy, "My girl is always so good to me."

Madam Rong rolled her eyes. Just one egg?

The person who makes breakfast for you with boiled eggs... should they be revered?

"Just you talk too much, hurry up and eat."

Rong Wenming sipped his porridge and bit into a vegetable pancake, "Ah, there’s nothing like home. The old saying is absolutely true; a golden mansion or a silver mansion is no match for one’s own doghouse."

Madam Rong scoffed, "Nonsense! Would Rong Wenze’s home count as a golden or silver mansion?"

The meals that Rong Wenze’s family made... calling them pig swill would be kind.

Also, they were so stingy, seeing Rong Wenming there eating... not a chance they would cook something good, probably not even something decent.

The family likely hid the good stuff to consume secretly.

"If it weren’t for her occasionally cooking meals for Wenming, I bet he would have starved in just a few days."

"However, with the old lady gone, that also cut off the last connection between the two families. It’s best if they never interact again."

"Let’s not talk about that family anymore. It’s just asking for trouble."

"Qin, eat more. These vegetable pies and meat pies are specially made for you. When you leave later, pack a few more. Share them with your colleagues at work."

Daughter-in-law is a man of few words and probably doesn’t interact much... Sharing food might help build relationships among colleagues.

Qin Ye: "They don’t eat these."

Madam Rong was surprised when she heard this, "They don’t eat these? What do they eat then?"

Yan explained, "They eat in the cafeteria. These people are busy with work and aren’t picky about food."

That is a common issue among researchers. They usually don’t even have time to eat!

Madam Rong: ...

Alright!

But it’s somewhat incomprehensible. What could be more important than eating?

Shouldn’t you be well-fed to work better?

"Since that’s the case, just pack fewer pies."

Qin Ye couldn’t outright refuse his mother-in-law’s kindness, so he just nodded, "Okay."

At that moment, while the family was enjoying their meal, they suddenly heard noises and crying from afar.

Madam Rong frowned, "What’s happening so early in the morning... sounds like someone is arguing?"

"Why bother with that? Just eat your meal!" Rong Wenming wasn’t one to meddle, especially in domestic disputes.

Seeing him say that, Madam Rong said no more, but the noise of crying and arguing seemed to grow louder.

She suddenly put down her chopsticks and stood up, "You guys continue eating, I’ll go check it out."

After saying that, she walked outside.

Rong Wenming: ...

"Your mom is like that, let’s eat and not worry about her."

Yan didn’t intervene.

They quickly finished their breakfast.

"Qin Ye, it’s almost time. Come to the room with me."

Upon hearing his wife’s words, Qin Ye just nodded and followed her into the room.

Yan took out something she had prepared from the space, "This is a bottle of nourishing pills. You can take one each day."

Qin Ye was dismayed. Did he really need nourishing pills?

"Honey, do you have a different opinion about my health?"

He asked this through gritted teeth.

Seeing his expression, Yan suddenly laughed, "You misunderstood. These nourishing pills aren’t like those for old men. They are specifically for your body and beneficial for you."

Hearing this, Qin Ye’s resistance subsided slightly, and he felt somewhat pleased, as this was specially made by his wife.

"I don’t think I need this..."

"Don’t think, I think you need it, so you do need it. After all, I’m the professional here, so no more arguing about this. Just take it and eat properly as I say."

"...Okay." Qin Ye could only agree.

However, he was of course happy with his wife’s care.

"It’s about time to go. Pack up the other stuff. I have prepared everything in this bag for you."

Qin Ye took it and saw that it also contained Ovaltine, "No need to bring this. I don’t drink it."