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

Ever since Shang Yu helped Lin Zhao negotiate down a hundred yuan, Lin Zhao's fondness for Shang Yu has increased exponentially, and she has become even more devoted to cooking for him.

When Shang Yu returned home from get off work in the evening, he frowned when he saw eight dishes, a soup, and a small dessert on the table.

Is it Chinese New Year?

He turned his head to look at Lin Zhao and saw that the man's eyes were shining brightly as he looked at him, and he had regained the lively appearance he had a few days ago.

She looked him up and down again. He had changed his apron again; today's one was sunflower-shaped, which looked a lot like him now.

"You won the lottery? You're so happy?"

Shang Yu suddenly spoke, and Lin Zhao then realized that she had been staring at him. She lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, her voice soft but unable to hide her joy.

"Yes, the cash reward has been credited to my account."

Shang Yu raised an eyebrow.

"How many have arrived? A thousand?"

Lin Zhao shook her head.

"One, one hundred..."

He paused, then looked up at Shang Yu, only to find that he didn't react much. That was a hundred!

It's one hundred of pxx!

It's harder than winning the lottery!

He suspected that the gentleman didn't understand the true value of the money, so he quickly explained.

"Sir, don't underestimate a hundred. That's a hundred from PXX, it's incredibly hard to get. Many people try and get it from hundreds of others, but they still can't get it! It's even harder than winning the lottery!"

Shang Yu looked at the person in front of him with a solemn expression, as if he had won some earth-shattering prize, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the candied cherry tomato, and spoke in a low voice, with a hint of barely perceptible indulgence.

"Yes, that's very impressive."

Lin Zhao's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had received great recognition, and he became much bolder, taking several steps forward.

His tone was both joyful and proud.

"Right, right! I tried several times before and failed. I really have to thank you this time, sir, so I specially prepared a whole table of dishes to thank you!"

The dishes on the table were steaming hot, and looked and smelled delicious. Lin Zhao's sunflower apron made her eyebrows and eyes crinkle, and she was full of joy.

Shang Yu picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of tender fish meat, and removed all the fish bones.

As he listened to the person beside him chattering on about how he had helped them and how they were so close to success, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.

She nodded occasionally, and glanced up at him occasionally, clearly not finding anything wrong with the atmosphere.

"I'll take these 'huge sums' more often in the future."

Lin Zhao paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically, her eyes crinkling with a smile. She took a big step forward, the hem of her apron brushing against Shang Yu's arm, but she didn't notice.

"Okay! I'll try harder next time and cook even more delicious food for you!"

"Um."

Shang Yu nodded and continued eating. The hem of his apron brushed against his arm and swayed as his owner spoke, making him feel a little itchy.

He looked up at Lin Zhao again.

"sit down."

"Wh-what?"

Lin Zhao was still immersed in joy and didn't hear it.

Shang Yu repeated it again.

"Sit down and eat together."

"what?"

Lin Zhao blinked in confusion. Uncle Li had said that the master was a germaphobe, especially when it came to eating, and would never eat with others.

Even when it's with family, they'll cook a few dishes separately for him to eat alone.

What's the situation now?

Do you want him to make a mistake so you can kick him out?

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No, no, absolutely not!

Lin Zhao quickly stepped back and stood respectfully.

"Sir, no need, I, I'm fine standing up."

He stammered out his sentence, lowered his head, and returned to his fearful state.

Shang Yu turned his head and met Lin Zhao's timid glances. For some reason, he suddenly felt irritated and put down his chopsticks.

With a soft "snap," Lin Zhao instinctively flinched. Shang Yu paused in wiping his mouth, then slowly finished and opened his mouth.

"Lin Zhao, are you afraid of me?"

Lin Zhao was naturally afraid. The master's temper was always strange; one second he was happy, the next he was angry. Who knew if he had offended the master in some way again?

What if my husband gets angry again and kicks me out?

He's been working for over a week, he can't let it all go to waste!

But he dared not speak, and could only force himself to open his mouth.

No, I'm not afraid.

He said he wasn't afraid, but his body was trembling uncontrollably, even his fingertips were shaking with nervousness.

Shang Yu's irritation grew stronger and stronger. He stood up, walked up to him, and stood very close, just looking at him quietly.

Lin Zhao felt uneasy and took a step back uncomfortably, but someone grabbed her arm.

Lin Zhao instantly forgot what to do and just stood there blankly.

After a long while, Shang Yu's voice rang out again.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Then why are you shaking?"

Lin Zhao was terrified. His mind was blank, and he had no idea how to answer. He couldn't answer whether he was scared or not.

He bit his lower lip tightly, frowned, and tears streamed down his face.

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Shang Yu didn't know why he grabbed him, but he just found the way he was backing away annoying.

This person not only looks thin, but their arms are also frighteningly thin; one hand can easily encircle them.

However, the feel of his arms was surprisingly good. I don't know how a chef like him, who cooks all day long, could have no muscle at all, his arms were all soft and limp.

The man, still lost in thought about the problem, soon felt the person grabbing him. His body trembled more and more violently, and there were even some soft sobs.

He frowned slightly.

"Lin Zhao, look up."

Lin Zhao bit her lower lip tightly, desperately trying to hold back her tears, afraid that her husband would see her crying and make him even angrier.

But it's not something you can just endure; often, the more you try to hold back, the more you cry.

If his husband hadn't been holding his hand, he would have run away right now.

"I don't want to say it a second time, look up."

Shang Yu's voice was frighteningly cold, devoid of any warmth.

Lin Zhao was even more frightened. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and tears fell onto the floor, soaking the area, but she still dared not disobey.

She slowly raised her head, her red eyes filled with tears, her eyelashes sticking together wetly, her nose red, and her voice choked so much that she could barely speak.

"Sir, I was wrong... I won't stand so close next time."

Shang Yu frowned even more deeply as he looked at his tearful appearance. Was he really that frightening to him?

"If you cry again, the floor will be flooded."

Despite her harsh words, she subtly loosened her grip on his arm, afraid of hurting his soft, mushy arm.

Lin Zhao cried even harder after he scolded her, sobbing and unable to speak coherently.

"I...I'm not crying anymore...Sir, please, please don't send me away..."

"Are you going to kick me out?"