Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

Rong Yan herself had no memory, but now she possessed the original owner’s memories, so, as for cooking... it seemed to come naturally to her.

Fast learner.

There were only two iron pots, one for steaming rice and the other for stir-frying vegetables.

When she went out that morning, she bought a lot of vegetables, including one yuan’s worth of meat.

She thought for a moment and decided to make braised pork slices, stir-fried cabbage, and shredded potatoes, with a tomato and egg soup.

Qin Ye was tending the fire behind the stove; he lifted his head to look at the person busying herself in front of the stove... For the first time, he felt that a home filled with the aroma of food was so wonderful, giving his heart a special sense of tranquility.

His biological father was a truck driver, originally a good job, but sadly he had a short life, dying in an accident when Qin Ye was only five.

The company compensated with a sum of money, and a month after his father died, his biological mother remarried.

She technically took him along in the remarriage; after all, if she hadn’t brought him, she would have been vilified for neglecting the money meant for his father.

The man she married lived just two streets away, not too far, and his surname was Liang, with a son and a daughter.

The youngest daughter was also two years older than him.

By rights, only a stepmother would come with a stepfather.

But in his case, it was the opposite.

He had a stepfather, and his biological mother became his stepmother.

Ever since she married into the Liangs, his biological mother was only concerned about pleasing her stepchildren and never had her own son in her heart.

He was often made to help with chores, and whenever he was bullied by the Liang siblings... his mother never took his side.

Even in fights... no matter the reason, he was always the one in the wrong.

They always said she, as a stepmother, needed understanding... that she had it very hard.

Ha, understand her for helping the Liang family suppress her own son?

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At the age of ten, after he broke Liang Guoliang’s leg when he was fourteen, he was driven out of the Liang family.

He wasn’t sad about it; those years had already drained all his emotions for the word "mother."

Fortunately, his biological father’s house was still there, so he wasn’t left homeless after leaving the Liangs.

Over the years, he made a living on his own... he hadn’t starved to death, but his reputation in the small town wasn’t good.

There was no choice; if he wasn’t tough, those ghosts and goblins would come after him... Only a strong fist allowed him to live like a human.

He had never considered getting married in his life; after all, no ordinary family would marry their daughter to him.

And as for those with skewed morals... he’d rather stay single for life than marry one of them.

Yet, he hadn’t expected the surprise that was Rong Yan...

Stealing a glance at the person cooking, he couldn’t help but admit, this girl’s face was truly beautiful.

It was the first time he realized how captivating a woman’s face could be,

Truly worthy of being called the town’s beauty.

Rong Yan felt his gaze and asked directly, "Do you need something?"

Qin Ye: ...

For the first time in his life, he was caught sneaking a peek, and his heart nearly stopped.

Compared to her straightforward question, he naturally had to maintain his outward dignity.

He responded nonchalantly, "I see a few more dishes need cooking, I’m getting a bit hungry."

When Rong Yan heard his response, she didn’t think much of it, "It’s almost ready. Oh, and you don’t need to keep the fire going on that pot; just turn down the flame and let it simmer."

"Okay," Qin Ye answered, calm and composed, without a hint of sharpness in his demeanor.

He realized something... he quite liked being told what to do.

Could it be... he had a masochistic streak?

He immediately shook his head to dismiss the disturbing thought that had suddenly appeared.

That wasn’t like him.

Ever since he left that ’home,’ no one had been able to tell him what to do.

Ten minutes later, Rong Yan told the man who was still sitting behind the stove, "The food is ready, you can serve it."

Qin Ye readily agreed, "Okay."

Then he got up to serve the dishes.

These bowls were quite hot, so naturally, it was better for him to carry them.

He brought out three dishes and a soup, while Rong Yan took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

After she sat down, Qin Ye had all the dishes on the table and also brought out the rice that was in a large pot.

"I’ll serve you rice..." His hand paused as the words left his mouth.

What was he doing?

Hearing him speak, Rong Yan naturally extended her bowl.

After all, she had gone through the trouble of cooking.

What’s wrong with serving her some rice?

Nothing to be embarrassed about.

Qin Ye looked at the bowl she handed over, pondering... Did he now seem exceptionally amicable? Otherwise, why wasn’t the girl afraid of him anymore?

He remembered that over the past month... although they didn’t spend much time together, she had always kept her distance, like a mouse seeing a cat.

And now... she was actually letting him serve her rice.

Since it was he who had offered first, he took the bowl expressionlessly, served a portion of rice, and handed it back.

Clearly, they were strangers and not talking but there was a feeling of warmth flowing between them.

Qin Ye didn’t know why... but he thought the dinner that evening was especially delicious.

After Rong Yan finished eating, her empty stomach was satisfied.

Then she looked up at Qin Ye, "In the future, if I cook, then you wash the dishes, and if you cook, then I’ll wash. What do you think?"

Qin Ye wanted to say outright that he didn’t think much of the idea.

But when he met her bright eyes, the words at the tip of his tongue changed automatically.

"Okay..."

As soon as the word left his mouth, his back stiffened.

Why did he agree?

Was washing dishes his kind of thing?

"So we’ve reached an agreement, and you’ll take care of these dishes tonight," Rong Yan said and then stood up to leave.

Qin Ye: ...

Hold on, you come back here.

What does she mean by an agreement? Had he agreed?

Suddenly remembering the "okay" he’d just uttered.

His tongue pressed against his back teeth... Fuck!

But then again, washing dishes wasn’t a big deal for him. Not to mention his time with the Liang Family before he was ten. Even after he moved out to live on his own...he had always done the cooking and dishwashing by himself.

After swiftly washing the dishes, he glanced towards the room.

It seemed... as of today, this home was a little different.

Because he didn’t really feel like going out right now.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Qin Ye went to open the door and felt a touch of annoyance upon seeing his two brothers.

"What are you doing here?"

"Aren’t you giving us a strange look, Brother Qin? Didn’t we agree to play cards tonight? We waited for you for ages and didn’t see you, so we came to check on you."

Hearing Lu Yong’s words, Qin Ye immediately frowned, "Not going."

In the past, he wouldn’t want to stay home in the evening, so he’d join them for cards to pass some time.

But today...he wasn’t interested in cards anymore.

Seeing him refuse, Lu Yong was a bit surprised, "Brother Qin, you’re not playing cards tonight, then what are you planning to do?"

Qin Ye just sneered, "Can’t I go to sleep?"

Lu Yong: ...