Today, I'm Going to Spend the Billionaire's Hundred Million Again-Chapter 570: Even Amateurs Have Things They Can’t Do

"The task card contains a map, so after you get off the car, you can either go to the place you’ll be staying or go to the Youyuan Homestay that you need to renovate. Also, just a reminder from the program team: we will provide ingredients for three meals a day, and the guests need to cook for themselves. The ingredients for today’s lunch and dinner are already in the kitchen at the Youyuan Homestay. You can use the ingredient boxes to your creative use for whatever you want to eat."

"You can also help yourselves to whatever is available at the homestay."

All five of them were stunned when they heard they had to cook for themselves.

Even Rong Qingqing was feeling overwhelmed.

"Among the five of us, who knows how to cook?" Team leader Luo Cheng raised his hand, "I can’t cook, but I brought some seasoning packs, like for boiled fish, hot pot, you name it, I’ve got a lot. If no one objects, we can have hot pot for every meal."

"Having it for two or three meals in a row might be okay, but surely not for breakfast too, right? Eating it for several days straight, wouldn’t you get nosebleeds from the heat?" Yu Xiaoqian wasn’t really fond of hot pot, because it can cause acne, and as someone in the beauty industry, having acne on her face would be a disaster.

"Then can you cook?" Luo Cheng asked.

"How could I possibly cook? I’ve never stepped into a kitchen in my life; at home, we always have an auntie who cooks." Yu Xiaoqian shook her head, then looked at Rong Qingqing, pointing at her, "Why not let Rong Qingqing do the cooking?"

Rong Qingqing replied, not too thrilled, "You didn’t even ask if I could cook, and you just assume I should do it?"

"Are there people who don’t know how to cook?" Yu Xiaoqian responded as if it were obvious.

"Yes, there are. I can’t cook." Rong Qingqing shrugged, "The food I make, even I don’t like to eat, would you?"

"What can you make?" Luo Cheng asked with interest.

"Fried egg noodles, I can manage that for breakfast; unless you all want to eat that every meal, I would rather have hot pot." Rong Qingqing wasn’t hiding her lack of skill.

She truly wasn’t good at cooking.

As a child, she either ate at the cafeteria, or Rong Kuo cooked.

The main reason was she was young, and Rong Kuo didn’t trust her in the kitchen, and later, the two of them got used to this division of labor.

Rong Kuo cooked, she washed the dishes.

When they grew up and started working, Rong Qingqing, too lazy to order takeout, would go over to Rong Kuo’s place to eat and still handle the dishwashing.

Rong Kuo didn’t trust her to cook, but he had no issues with her washing dishes.

Later, when they remodeled the house, they installed a dishwasher, so Rong Qingqing was responsible for washing vegetables and loading the dishes into the dishwasher.

There was no way around it; she had a meticulous older brother, who looked at Rong Qingqing like she was useless and thought she was incapable of anything.

And so, Rong Qingqing genuinely became a culinary klutz.

However, Rong Kuo was really good at cooking.

"Ah, forget it, hot pot is better then," Zhao Junxi didn’t bother to hide his disdain, "I really don’t like fried eggs—tasteless."

"Fried eggs are quite tasty if you dip them in a bit of soy sauce; they’re fragrant." Luo Cheng was trying to save face for Rong Qingqing.

Then Rong Qingqing shook her head.

"I can’t make fried eggs. I only know how to, you know, turn on the stove, add water, a bit of oil, wait for it to boil, then crack the egg in, and when the egg is set, throw in some noodles—those kind of fried egg noodles. Oh, and I can put in some greens too, but I can’t quite get the oil and salt right; sometimes it’s too salty, sometimes there’s too much oil."

She very earnestly explained the only dish she could make as a main meal.