James looked at Kimberly with a gentle gaze. He thought that he might not have taken in a down-on-her-luck girl from a rich family, but a cute young cook. "If you don't have enough to eat, add another dish."

He picked up a pork rib and looked at it. "Does it have to be so western-style? Why don't you make me a dumpling?"

"Dumpling?" Kimberly didn't expect him to be so down-to-earth. "I thought people your age liked Western food, but I don't know how to roll the skin."

"My age? I'm only 27."

James walked to the cupboard at the side and took out the noodle press and meat grinder. He handed them to her. "They're all new. I remember there's a bag of flour in the storage room next door."

This house had everything except for the fact that no one was cooking. It had all the necessary cooking utensils, pots and pans.

She used a noodle press to press out an entire sheet of thin skin. Then, she called James over and handed him a mold. "Here, press it down. This way, it will be a round dumpling skin."

"I seem to remember that everyone else rolled it out with a rolling pin." James tossed and turned as he looked at the thin iron circle in his hand. He really could not understand how her small brain could have so many strange ideas.

Kimberly turned a blind eye to this. She cut the meat and spices and put them into the meat grinder. She smiled at him. "I'm waiting for your dumpling skin. Oh right, I also found the mold to make the dumpling. Don't run away later."

"What a huge loss. His money had been wasted." James thought as he worked on the dumpling skin.

With the help of modern tools, the two of them worked for more than half an hour before they ate the steaming hot dumpling.

For the first time, the fragrance wafted through the deserted home. James held the water in his hand and suddenly felt that this choice seemed really good.

"Is it good? This is the best piece of streaky pork I've picked. If you don't have enough to eat, we can still order some more." Kimberly dipped the dumplings in vinegar, she was pleased with her good cooking skills. "I didn't expect my cooking skills to be so good. It's a pity. If I had known earlier, I would have gone to France to pursue my Le Cordon Bleu."

James ate the dumplings and consciously did not disturb the daydreamer. "What's for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? You want breakfast before dinner is over? Aren't you an artist? You'll have a salad tomorrow morning."

"Tsk."

Kimberly looked at him in disbelief. "Did you just give me an impatient 'tsk'?"

"No." James took the bowl and chopsticks. "I'm going to wash the dishes. I want to eat noodles tomorrow morning."

The next day, Kimberly got up and changed her initial toast plan to two bowls of tomato and egg noodles, due to the temptation of money and her current poverty.

As she cooked the noodles, she whispered to herself that if not for her experience in her previous life, she would have been driven crazy by her own poverty.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ah..." Kimberly was shocked by the sudden words. She threw down the spatula and turned around to roar, "What are you doing? Are you a cat? There's no sound when you walk."

James was also shocked by her sudden anger. He was silent and didn't know how to respond.

"Aiya, forget it. Do you want to eat?" Kimberly saw James's silence, she also felt that she had overreacted and she tried to cover up the awkwardness. She quickly said, "I just cooked tomato and egg noodles. Didn't you want to eat noodles yesterday? Hurry up and eat."

James looked at the noodles that were still in the pot and looked at Kimberly suspiciously. However, he didn't pursue the matter any further. "Can I eat it now?"

"You can eat it soon. You can go to the dining room and sit down."

Kimberly collected the sauce from the noodles, scooped them into two soup bowls and brought them to the dining table.

James habitually liked to check the trending topics on Instagram during breakfast. When he saw the two trending topics about the supermarket at the bottom, he subconsciously remembered that Kimberly had also gone to the supermarket yesterday.

#The beauties in the supermarket#

#The aunties in the supermarket quarrelling#

His fingers moved slightly, and he chose the first one to click on. Unexpectedly, the photo that entered his eyes was of Kimberly picking out vegetables.

"You..."

Kimberly took a sip of noodles and asked, "Ah? What about me?"

"You're on the trending topics." James handed her his phone. "I think you were photographed in the supermarket."

"Huh? They spend time taking photos and not buying groceries?" Kimberly realized that the photo was indeed her in the supermarket, but the photo made her look ugly. "I looked ugly in the photo."

"Ugly?" James compared her current appearance of sucking noodles, and he really couldn't agree with this sentence.

"Let me see what's written on it." Kimberly read the comments below. "Er... beautiful women can also shop in supermarkets. Of course, otherwise, she would starve to death."

"This woman is quite nosy. I saw her standing on her tiptoes to look at the place where the argument was going on. Her conflicted little expression is so cute."

"It's from the quarrel between the aunties in the supermarket. She's really pretty. Look at the things she bought, she should be pretty and skilful."