The crybaby nanny was bullied and cried again by her yandere husband.

In short, this is a story about falling in love with the chef's cooking and eventually eating the chef himself.

A little treat before bed.

The protagonist cries frequently due to incontinence, so please refrain from criticism if you find it uncomfortable. Thank you!

The male lead's character is characterized by a sharp tongue and a cold demeanor. The tougher he is in the beginning, the more ruthless he becomes in slapping people in the face later. The first few chapters are a bit slow-paced, but very sweet.

Brain storage space (≧▽≦)/

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Lin Zhao was dismissed again.

He was fair-skinned and delicate-looking, with soft features like a girl, but he also had a tendency to cry easily; his eyes would redden and tears would come out whenever he felt wronged.

Today, a customer complained that a dish of sweet and sour pork was undercooked, and the manager immediately gave him a severe scolding.

But that dish was clearly not made by him.

Lin Zhao hurriedly tried to explain, but before she could even move her lips, her nose stung and hot tears streamed down her face.

Her eyelashes were wet and stuck to the corners of her eyes, and tears were hanging from the reddened corners of her eyes. She looked aggrieved and helpless, and pitiful.

Just then, the leader happened to be passing by on an inspection tour. He saw the manager from afar and immediately gave him a dressing down.

As soon as the leader left, the manager, his face ashen, threw his employee badge at him.

"You're fired. Get out."

Clutching her employee badge, Lin Zhao returned to her rented room with red eyes.

But as soon as he reached the door, he froze.

His blankets, pillows, books, and a few changes of clothes were scattered haphazardly in the hallway, and the bags were all torn.

He frantically pulled out his phone and saw the message his landlady had sent half an hour earlier.

Landlord: Xiao Zhao, my son is coming back. You haven't paid your rent for this month. Consider it a gift if you stay for three more days. You can find another place to live.

The wind in the hallway was a bit chilly, making his eyes even more sore.

He slowly squatted down, hugged himself and curled into a small ball, his long eyelashes drooping, and tears fell one after another onto the back of his hand.

Lin Zhao clenched her fists tightly, constantly reminding herself in her mind.

Don't cry, you mustn't cry...

He tried his best to hold back, but the more he tried, the more intense the tears became.

Then my phone suddenly vibrated and a message popped up.

[Urgently seeking a live-in nanny, only responsible for cooking three meals a day, excellent salary.]

Lin Zhao sniffed, wiped away her tears, and tapped the communication button with trembling fingertips.

Half an hour later, Lin Zhao stood in front of an exquisite villa and was dumbfounded.

Σ（・□・；）

He looked down at the tattered burlap sack in his hand, then at the building in front of him. He felt like a country bumpkin coming to the city, making a fool of himself.

I'm sure I'll be disliked!

As the agreed time drew closer, Lin Zhao made a tough decision and hid her luggage behind a large tree not far away.

He straightened his clothes and stood in front of the villa again, waiting for someone to come and pick him up.

After a long while, Lin Zhao's legs were aching from standing, and finally the door in front of her opened.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a uniform, came out. When he saw Lin Zhao, his eyes flashed with amazement. Then he noticed that Lin Zhao's small face was flushed from the sun and quickly welcomed him in.

"You child, how long have you been standing there? Why haven't you rung the doorbell?"

Lin Zhao walked in somewhat awkwardly, scratching her sun-baked hair.

"No, not long ago, I just arrived too."

He would never admit that he didn't know where the doorbell was!

Upon arriving at the lobby, Lin Zhao was once again stunned by its luxury. Her eyes widened with curiosity, yet she dared not look around. She could only nervously clutch the hem of her clothes and walk quietly.

The floor beneath his feet was so smooth it looked brand new that Lin Zhao was afraid of stepping on it and getting it dirty. The surrounding furniture was simple yet exuded elegance, and even his shallow breathing was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.

Lin Zhao's heart pounded with anxiety, fearing that her rustic appearance would lead to her being kicked out.

Seeing his nervous yet obedient appearance, the old butler's heart softened a bit, and his tone became much gentler.

"The master is working in his study on the second floor and doesn't like noise. Please wait in the living room while I go and inform him."

Lin Zhao nodded quickly and replied in a low voice.

"Okay, thank you for your help."

He sat obediently on the edge of the sofa, only daring to sit on half of his bottom, his little hands placed on his knees, sitting upright, not daring to move.

Her eyes secretly scanned her surroundings, her fair face still flushed, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently from time to time, making her look both well-behaved and adorable.

Before long, steady footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Lin Zhao subconsciously looked up, her heart skipping a beat.

The man walked slowly down the stairs. He was tall and upright, and his dark suit made him look even more imposing.

With deep-set features, sharp eyes, and an aloofness that keeps strangers at bay, his expression is indifferent and carries an inherent sense of pressure.

Lin Zhao stared in disbelief. How could he be so tall?

Shang Yu's gaze fell on Lin Zhao, scanning him from top to bottom. Seeing the slender, gentle-looking boy staring straight at him, Shang Yu's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Lin Zhao felt tense all over under his gaze, her fingertips trembling with nervousness, her nose tingling slightly, and tears welling up in her eyes again.

He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at the man again.

Shang Yu's gaze fell on the back of his fair hand. Could such a delicate hand hold a spatula?

And looking like that, it just doesn't look peaceful.

He waved.

"Uncle Li, see the guest out."

Lin Zhao's eyes widened. "Send...send the guest out?"

No, if he gets kicked out, he'll be homeless today.

He suddenly stood up from the sofa, mustered his courage, and rushed to the stairwell.

"Sir, I can cook a lot of dishes, and my cooking is very delicious. Please, give me a chance, really, please."

He spoke incoherently, his voice gradually choked with sobs, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Shang Yu paused, turned around, and saw that his eyes were slightly red, his eyelashes were wet, and his slender fingers were tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, making him look pitiful.

He remained silent for a moment, his brows furrowing even deeper.

Uncle Li sensed something was wrong and knew the master was about to get angry, so he quickly stepped forward.

"Child, let's go."

Lin Zhao's lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but tears rolled down her cheeks. At this moment, Uncle Li and Shang Yu were both stunned.

Uncle Li quickly stepped forward to comfort him.

"Oh dear, why are you crying? This..."

He looked at Lin Zhao, then at Shang Yu.

"Sir, why don't you let him try the dishes? He should try all the ones from before."

Shang Yu didn't say anything. Seeing that he was getting annoyed by the crying, he waved his hand and went upstairs.

This meant they agreed, but Lin Zhao didn't know that and thought she was about to be kicked out completely.

Tears streamed down her face like a broken string, and she even began to tremble slightly.

Uncle Li had never experienced anything like this before, so he quickly spoke up.

"Why are you still crying? The master has already agreed to let you try the dishes."

Lin Zhao was stunned, her eyes widening instantly as she looked at Uncle Li in disbelief.

"No, you're not kicking me out?"

Seeing him like this reminded Uncle Li of his own grandson, and his tone softened unconsciously, but he still dared not make any promises.

"All the nannies who come here have to try the dishes first, and it's fine as long as the husband agrees."

Lin Zhao understood, quickly wiped away her tears, and excitedly grabbed Uncle Li's hand.

"Then, where's the kitchen?"

Uncle Li was a little confused by his sudden change in mood, and then pointed to the kitchen.

Lin Zhao quickly jogged over, a smile on her lips.

This was the first time Uncle Li had ever seen such a lively child, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

Shang Yu was picky and difficult to please, so the nannies who cooked for him came and went countless times.

Wish him luck.