Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The taste was acceptable with the soy sauce.

He poured the food from the pot into the two bowls in even portions until the bowls were full.

Looking at the food, Selina was a bit dazed. “Well… It doesn’t seem yummy.”

Luke said, “This is for you to eat, not to look at. If you don’t want it, I’ll pack it up for lunch tomorrow. You can have the sandwich in the fridge.”

Selina shook her head quickly. “No; although it looks terrible, it smells great. I want this.”

Luke shrugged and placed a spoon into one of the bowls. “This bowl is yours.”

Then, he left for the living room with his bowl of food. Selina hurried to follow him.

They sat down in the living room. Luke lifted his bowl, and in passing, switched to the news channel on TV.

Selina, on the other hand, was too busy devouring the food to watch TV.

On the TV, several hosts were discussing how promising the economy looked, and what a great investment real estate was.

Luke chuckled.

A few years later, many people would be spitting blood because of real estate. Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae, the two biggest mortgage companies, almost went bankrupt before the federal government took over.

He flipped to another channel. The host was speaking quickly next to the image of a mustached man.

For a brief moment, Luke was dazed.

“Tony Stark will soon meet with multiple corporations in Houston to discuss new space development programs…”

Luke was amused. How could Tony Stark be interested in space technology? Weren’t iron robots his favorite?

Despite his amusement, he listened to the news carefully.

It wasn’t because he liked Tony Stark, or because he intended to win the favor of this super magnate, but because Tony Stark was the best gauge.

As long as he focused on news of Tony Stark, he would know when the great era would arrive.

Regretfully, Luke hadn’t been interested in American comics in his previous life. He hadn’t watched many superhero movies, even during the years when they were the most popular.

As he recalled, the only Marvel movies he had watched were Iron Man 1, Avengers 1, and Thor 1.

He never watched the sequels to those movies.

He had only watched the first of the X-Men and Fantastic Four series.

He had watched other movies, such as Ghost Rider, Blade Warrior, Daredevil, Green Lantern and Deadpool, but he wasn’t sure if they would appear in this world. In any case, he remembered even less of those movies.

It was safe to say that Luke was ignorant when it came to superhero comics and movies.

Luke recalled that the Marvel movies began with Iron Man 1.

However, he didn’t intend to follow the movie plot, like many of his transmigrator predecessors might.

A simple reason: The incumbent president of America was a Latino woman, and the leader of China wasn’t the person in Luke’s memory.

Many things in this world were the same as Luke remembered, but there would always be subtle differences when it came to the details.

For example, Luke had investigated a long time ago, and discovered that there was no Apple Inc. here.

It would thus be impossible to become rich by buying Apple shares. Google existed, but not as a monopolizing company; instead, a search engine called Easygo claimed 30% of the market as Google’s major competitor.

It might be possible to make a fortune based on his memories about certain events from his last life, but it was also possible that he would lose all his money.

Besides, Luke didn’t have any initial capital, either.

It was also one of the reasons why Luke remained unknown at the age of eighteen.

On top of that, this was no ordinary world.

If he messed up, he might be serving himself up to some supervillain, if not Hydra.

Thus, Luke had been keeping a low profile up until his system activated.

His mind had been wandering, when Selina said, “Luke, darling.”

Luke looked at her, finding it weird. “What’s wrong?”

It wasn’t good whenever Selina called him “darling,” because it usually meant that she had a favor to ask.

Licking her lips, Selina’s eyes were focused on Luke’s hands. “You don’t seem very hungry, do you? Can you give me more?”

Luke was caught by surprise. “What?”

It wasn’t until then that he realized that Selina had finished the bowl of food.

“Are you… not full?” Luke asked suspiciously.

It had certainly been a big bowl of food. He had miscalculated and steamed too much rice.

Selina made a tough decision. “Just… just a little bit more. It’s really delicious.”

Lost for words, Luke could only give her some of his food. “Don’t force yourself. I’ll make you more later.”

Selina nodded quickly and picked up the spoon again.

Luke had a mouthful of the food himself, and savored it for a while. “Well, it’s okay. I don’t feel that it’s anything special.”

Selina said, “Is that so? But I think it’s very delicious.”

Luke chuckled.

He had made this mixture by stirring together fried ham slices, peas, shreds of mushroom and carrot, soy sauce, oil and garlic with steamed rice.

Luke had also fried two eggs in the pot and put them in the bowls in the end.

The rice was slightly red, which was the color of the soy sauce and oil mixed together. It was also why Selina had said it looked terrible.

A food mix was never pretty in the first place. It was fast food for lazy people.

For even lazier people, they didn’t even need to fry the ingredients, which could be sliced and steamed together with the rice.

Although it wasn’t very appetizing, it was both healthy and convenient.

Luke had been rather lazy in his last life, but he didn’t like restaurant food, so he had learned to cook easy meals in a pot.

Basically, the daily food he could make with a pot was enough to keep him fed his entire life.

He had been bad with knives in his last life, so cooking took him a while.

Now that he had high strength and dexterity, cutting vegetables was no longer a problem. It had taken him less than ten minutes to prepare such a pot of mixed food.

Luke chuckled at Selina’s satisfied yet scrunched up expression. It wouldn’t be too tricky to make food in the future. His roommate wasn’t picky.

Besides, Americans had their own fried food and food mix, too; their dirty rice was made up of small pieces of chicken liver.

But of course, not all Americans could take such food; many people wouldn’t eat or make it.