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.
