You Look Like You’re Made of Money

Meanwhile, Jiang Jingchuan and Su Yan had quite the literary experience.
After watching the sunrise, they went back to sleep.
They were woken up by the sound of heavy rain hitting the windows.
Sometimes the weather forecast was no match for the sudden bad mood of heaven.

At least it was a bit humid when it rained, not as hot and irritable as before.
However, it still disrupted the people's livelihood

Because they didn't live in a hotel, they didn't have a restaurant, and they had to walk for at least half an hour to the nearest place to eat.
They didn't remember the takeaway number, and it was impossible to go out to eat in the heavy rain.
There were ingredients in the refrigerator, but Su Yan didn't know how to cook, and Jiang Jingchuan only knew how to boil eggs and instant noodles.

The two sat at the dining table in the living room extremely distressed about what to do with vegetables and meat.

“You really don't know how to cook?” Jiang Jingchuan asked again reluctantly.

He could barely cook if there were instant noodles, but looking around the kitchen, there were only vegetables, meat, and rice, but no noodles. 

I mean you can't just eat boiled eggs with white rice, right?

Su Yan felt that Jiang Jingchuan was very strange.
How could she cook? She couldn’t cook at all.

 “I can’t.” In the end, Jiang Jingchuan took out his computer and searched for recipes on the Internet then looked around at the ingredients, and said to Su Yan, “It seems that scrambled eggs with tomatoes are the easiest, the others need to cut meat, but I won’t.”

It was just a meal, so they just had to make do.

Su Yan had no opinion, no matter how bad Jiang Jingchuan was in cooking, he was better than Su Yan.
So he decided to be the head chef while Su Yan played by the side.

 Because of her previous experience in cooking porridge, Su Yan still knew how to wash rice and cook rice.
When she pressed the button, she saw the light next to the button on the rice cooker light up, and she felt a sense of accomplishment.

Turning around again, Jiang Jingchuan was wearing an apron and was beating eggs, which seemed to be the same thing.

It was not difficult to scramble eggs with tomatoes, Jiang Jingchuan's comprehension ability was first-rate, although the process did look messy.
When it was finally brought to the table, Su Yan tasted it and immediately gave the highest degree of praise, “The taste really isn’t bad!”

“Not really.” Jiang Jingchuan took off his apron, sat down, and took a bite.
It didn't taste very good, but it wasn't bad.
Of course, this was his first time cooking something besides instant noodles, so it was already very good.

“My husband is awesome.
No matter what he does, he can do it well!” Su Yan had rice in his mouth and couldn't speak clearly, but he was telling the truth.
Although there are Chinese restaurants on the island, the taste is still to the aborigines here.
After compromising, I always felt that there was an indescribably strange taste.
Although Jiang Jingchuan only cooked one dish, this meal was definitely the happiest meal Su Yan had eaten since transmigrating.

Jiang Jingchuan was also satisfied.
The two of them were really hungry.
After finishing their lunch as quickly as possible, Su Yan took up the task of washing the dishes.