Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Jiang Xingye stood up and went to the bedroom, but no one was there. He went to the bathroom, but no one was there either. He went to the walk-in closet, but no one was there either.

They went out?

He went to the kitchen, intending to ask Aunt Zhao if she had seen Ning Wei.

"Awake? Did you sleep well?" The sound of him opening the kitchen door startled the person inside. Ning Wei, wearing an apron, smiled at him.

"Where's Auntie? Why are you cooking?"

"I told Auntie not to come at noon, and I'll just use the ingredients we have in the fridge to make something. I want to cook for you."

Jiang Xingye was stunned for a moment, as if no one had specially cooked for him or wanted to cook for him. Back when he was in the Jiang family, he didn't have the right to order food. He ate whatever the kitchen brought out and didn't dare to have any obvious preferences.

Given his current living conditions, he couldn't keep the things he liked. When he was little, he secretly fed a stray cat. It was black and white, very well-behaved and thin. He fed it for half a month, and then Jiang Xingyu found out. The cat died, and it died a terrible death. Its head was deformed.

"Do you need any help?"

"Yes, wash the tomatoes."

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

"Hmm, this is simple and easy to make, and it's not easy to mess it up." Her cooking skills have never been very good, partly because she doesn't like cooking. She can cook almost anything, but the taste is just average.

"Would you like me to do this?"

"Can you?"

"I'll learn," Jiang Xingye said, taking out his phone and starting to search for recipes.

"Okay, go ahead and learn." The kitchen was large, so Ning Wei gave up a stove for him to use.

Aren't you going to lecture me?

"You've already looked it up on your phone, what's the point of me teaching you? Besides, my cooking skills aren't that great."

It was Jiang Xingye's first time cooking, so he was inevitably a bit flustered. The hot oil splattered, the eggs were a little burnt, and the tomatoes were chopped too finely. In short, the final product didn't look very appealing.

But Ning Wei was very accommodating, and the first spoonful went straight to the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"Hmm, it tastes good. You have a talent for it."

It felt as if a warm spring was flowing into Jiang Xingye's heart, slowly soothing his parched and wrinkled soul. He had never been praised so simply before. When he was in school, no one cared about his good grades, and he was even retaliated against for surpassing the other children in the Jiang family.

Poor grades are unacceptable; Old Master Jiang values ​​his reputation, and he'll have someone administer family punishment directly.

After going through one round, young Jiang Xingye learned to control his score, keeping it neither too high nor too low, and he got an average university degree, neither outstanding nor lagging behind.

"What are you thinking about? Eat some meat." Ning Wei picked up a slice of meat for him with her chopsticks, and continued to focus on the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"Do you really like it?"

"Didn't you try it yourself? It tastes pretty good." Ning Wei mixed the vegetables into the rice.

"I tried it, and it wasn't bad, but it's not as good as what my aunt makes."

"That's different. Your aunt is a professional. It's only natural that her cooking is delicious; it's her job. But what you made has something else in it."

"What?" Jiang Xingye still hadn't eaten a bite, persistently asking, as if he couldn't do without knowing.

"Try the dishes I made," Ning Wei gestured.

Jiang Xingye picked up a piece of meat and ate it, then stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth: "Delicious."

"Actually, the meat is a bit too salty, and the rice is a bit too watery, but would you leave it uneaten? Would you feel unhappy eating it?" Ning Wei guided him.

"No, I'll eat it all and be very happy," Jiang Xingye quickly replied.

"Because it's an emotional atmosphere that makes up for the lack of taste and appearance; it's a warmth that will be etched into your memory."

For some reason, Jiang Xingye felt a lump in his throat. He didn't understand what this feeling was, but he instinctively wanted to grasp it and hold on to it tightly.

"Will you always be here?" The voice was very soft, squeezed out through the rice and vegetables.

This was the first time he had spoken while eating. The Jiang family had very strict rules; talking was not allowed at the dinner table, let alone speaking with food in his mouth. But he knew that Ning Wei would indulge him.

"Yes, I came here for you. As long as you don't do anything reckless, I'll stay here," Ning Wei assured her.

Jiang Xingye felt a sweet taste mixed in with the food he swallowed, like a piece of candy that had been stuffed into his mouth in a distant and blurry memory.

It came for you, thick and fiery. For someone like Jiang Xingye, who had been frozen for a long time, this kind of warmth was exactly what he needed.

Ning Wei, you were the one who wanted to melt me. Now that you've melted me, you're not allowed to leave again, otherwise...

Jiang Xingye chewed his food heavily.

In the end, all three dishes and one soup on the table were eaten.

Jiang Xingye diligently followed behind Ning Wei, clearing the table, washing pots and pans, and finally drying his hands and stretching: "Cooking is great, but I don't like washing dishes."

"Haha, if you don't like it, then don't wash it. Next time we'll just leave it there and wait for the cleaning lady to come and clean it up."

"Okay." Jiang Xingye walked close to her and headed towards the sofa in the living room.

Life was peaceful and beautiful. In the blink of an eye, Ning Wei passed her driving test. Jiang Xingye was excited and started looking at cars on his phone.

"Isn't this beautiful? And we still have some in stock."

Ning Wei glanced at it and thought it was indeed beautiful, and the price was also beautiful, almost a million.

"How much pocket money do you receive each month?" Ning Wei asked, holding down his phone.

"I have a credit card with a very high limit, and the family trust is responsible for making the payments every month."

"We can't let you grind indefinitely, can we?"

Jiang Xingye hesitated for a moment, then told the truth: "If it exceeds 500,000 per month, I will be questioned."

"This car costs almost a million."

"I have other income. I secretly partnered with someone to start a company, and it's making good profits." Jiang Xingye wanted to buy her something.

Ning Wei has low material desires. She usually wears clothes that are good quality but inexpensive. She doesn't use the jewelry and bags she buys, saying that her current job isn't suitable for being too high-profile.

"Since it was done secretly, you can't use that money to buy me such an expensive car. Besides, it's not appropriate for me to drive such an expensive car."

"I'll just swipe my card. At worst, I'll get yelled at when I get back. Those people always overspend."

"Why let them yell at you for no reason? If they wanted to achieve something, that's one thing, but it's unnecessary for a car."

Jiang Xingye looked visibly dejected.

"Did you buy the car you're driving now?"

"No, it's registered under the company's name."

"What about the house?"

"Every member of the Chiang family would receive a sum of money from their family to buy a house when they turned eighteen. I used that money to buy one."

"So stingy?"

Jiang Xingye lived in a large, single-level apartment in an upscale residential area, which was over 300 square meters. It would be very nice for an ordinary person, but for the Jiang family descendants, it was considered stingy.

"No, that's not it. The money they gave me was enough to buy a detached villa, but I didn't want to buy it." The money I saved was put into the startup fund.

"Oh, are there any other industries besides this?"