Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

After finishing the phone call, Rong Yan confirmed everything about the job.

Seeing there was still time, she decided to go shopping and buy some necessities.

Although the new house had many things, there were still quite a few items to purchase since Qin Ye, despite being attentive, had inevitably missed some.

So, she planned to use this free time to supplement them.

After all, they would need to live in that house for at least half a year... until the renovations next door were complete.

Rapid progress could be made with more workers, but they couldn’t move in immediately after the renovation; they had to wait until the smell dissipated, luckily, the furniture was all ready-made.

So, at most half a year... they could move in before the New Year’s Eve.

Since the two houses were close, the things she was buying now would still be useful when moving to the new house.

Moreover, she was buying consumables, which they would need daily and would have used up by the time they moved.

She still had some free time now, but once she started working officially, she likely wouldn’t have much, as she planned to spend her time outside of work studying for certifications.

She directly went to the largest shopping center in downtown for her purchases...

Qin Ye came home at ten-thirty noon but didn’t see anyone, so he knew she was out.

Nevertheless, he decided to cook first, just in case she came back.

Even if she didn’t return, it didn’t matter... The leftovers could be taken next door to Lu Yong and his family.

Rong Yan came back in a tricycle.

She had no choice; she had bought a bit too much today, and if she had carried them back herself, her arms would have probably given out.

Just when she had unloaded her purchases from the tricycle, Qin Ye, who was inside, heard some noises and came out.

He saw the tricycle driver waiting for the fare.

So, he reached into his pocket for money.

He asked the tricycle driver, "How much?"

"Three yuan."

As soon as the tricycle driver quoted the price, Qin Ye immediately paid him.

Then, picking up the three big bags from the ground, he said, "Wife, I’ve cooked the meal, we can eat now."

The tricycle driver, who hadn’t left yet, gave him an extra glance.

No choice... nowadays, anyone living in a small western-style house must be a big boss.

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But he had never seen a big boss who cooked for his wife; it really was quite rare.

Even for him... if he was asked to do kitchen work every day when he returned home, he definitely wouldn’t want to; such chores were for old women, what would it look like for a man to be in the kitchen?

Could it be that—his wife was too beautiful, so he was willing to even enter the kitchen?

That would be far out.

Qin Ye was unaware of the tricycle driver’s disdainful thoughts.

He was strong, and lifting the three big bags was no trouble at all.

The couple entered the yard.

"Wife, where should these go?"

"Just put them on the sofa here for now! I’ll take them up later."

"Alright, after we eat, I’ll take them up."

Qin Ye placed the three big bags on the sofa.

Then he said to Rong Yan, "Haven’t eaten yet, right? I’ve prepared the food, let’s go eat."

Rong Yan nodded, "Okay."

They both walked towards the dining room.

It was only a few steps away.

"Wife, you sit down, I’ll get the dishes."

"I’ll help you..."

Rong Yan hadn’t finished speaking when Qin Ye interrupted her, "No need, I’ve got it."

Having said so, Rong Yan didn’t really sit down; she went to grab the bowls and chopsticks herself.

The lunch menu was simple, three dishes, and one soup.

There were both meat and vegetables.

But all were Rong Yan’s favorites.

"The dishes are really done well. Your cooking skills have improved dramatically!" She remembered the first meal he cooked had been just average.

Okay, that was breakfast.

But the skill level was not at all comparable to now.

"Our master chef at the construction site is quite skilled, I learned a few tricks from him." Qin Ye thought his efforts hadn’t been in vain.

After all, she liked it... which made him feel very happy.

He certainly didn’t think it was shameful for a man to cook.