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

As soon as Lin Zhao entered the kitchen, she relaxed completely.

This is his main battlefield. He cheered himself up, determined to do his best to cook well and not be driven away!

Putting everything else aside, he is very confident in his cooking skills.

Lin Zhao grew up in an orphanage. When she was a child, she developed a strange disease called tear incontinence after having a fever.

From that day on, his mind began to become sluggish, and he was slower than others at everything.

So he did poorly on the college entrance exam, but luckily he had loved cooking since he was a child, so the dean suggested he apply to New Oriental.

He's not bragging, but he's the best cook in his class!

However, after entering society, he realized that being good at cooking is useless; what matters is being good at interpersonal relationships.

But clearly, Lin Zhao wouldn't; everyone dislikes him.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Zhao turned his gaze back to the battlefield, only to be shocked once again.

Are all kitchens in wealthy people's homes this beautiful?

The marble countertop was dazzlingly shiny, the knives were arranged in an unbelievably neat manner, even the pots gleamed with a cold white light, and the refrigerator was so big that it could fit several of them.

only…

Lin Zhao took a few steps forward, staring at the smart stove, feeling troubled. It was all in English, and he didn't recognize a single word.

Everything here is high-end; it's not like the large stoves in a hotel kitchen, nor the gas stoves in an orphanage kitchen.

His fingertip hovered over the button, he thought about it several times, but in the end he didn't dare to press it, afraid of breaking it.

I only have 38.26 yuan left, I can't afford to pay it back!

However, as the old saying goes, even a clever cook can't cook without rice; how can he cook without fire?

(ಥ_ಥ)

My brow furrowed, and that familiar feeling returned. Oh no, oh no, I'm going to cry again.

Lin Zhao quickly looked up at the starry sky at a 30-degree angle, trying to hold back her tears. Just then, she heard footsteps behind her.

"Lin Zhao, is that her name, child?"

It was Uncle Li's voice. Lin Zhao turned around somewhat awkwardly, nervously clutching the hem of his clothes, trying his best to appear calm and not let anyone know that he was a top-level chef who couldn't even turn on a stove!

"Yes, yes, Uncle Li, you can just call me Xiao Zhao, that's what everyone calls me."

His voice was soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, and his head was slightly lowered, not daring to look directly into Uncle Li's eyes.

Seeing his slightly nervous appearance, Uncle Li remained gentle and didn't say much, simply handing him a form.

"These are the dietary restrictions for the gentleman. He prefers a light diet, with less salt and sugar, and the ingredients should be as fresh as possible. Just prepare according to this."

"Okay, I'll remember that, thank you Uncle Li."

Lin Zhao quickly took the form with both hands, only to realize when she took it that her husband had so many dietary restrictions.

Seasonings: scallions, ginger, garlic, cilantro, chili peppers, vinegar, lard...

Meat: I don't eat any fatty meat, offal, giblets, blood, or skin. I don't eat fish without removing the bones, shrimp without peeling, or shellfish...

I don't eat many vegetables, but what does it mean that potatoes can't be cut into chunks and root vegetables must be cut along the grain?

Does this employer have some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder? This isn't eating, it's conducting an experiment!

Uncle Li noticed his predicament and offered words of comfort.

"Sir is a bit picky, but as long as you don't violate these rules, it's pretty simple. Xiao Zhao, good luck."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao casually asked a question.

"Uncle Li, of those who came for interviews before, were any of them successfully hired?"

Uncle Li nodded immediately.

"Of course, sir, you're actually quite easy to talk to."

Seeing Lin Zhao's expression gradually relax, Uncle Li almost couldn't hold back his own expression.

Some did stay, but only one out of ten could remain, and the remaining one was driven away in less than three days.

The husband is really hard to please; he used to only eat the dishes his wife cooked.

But for some reason, the master and mistress suddenly had a change of heart, leaving the company to the husband and deciding to go out and enjoy life, traveling the world.

It's been three months since I left, and in those three months, I've had no fewer than a hundred different chefs...

Lin Zhao looks so well-behaved; he doesn't want to be the bad guy, so let the teacher be the bad guy, hehehe~

With Uncle Li's encouragement, Lin Zhao felt a little relieved.

Before he could speak, Uncle Li stepped forward and gave him a simple lesson on how to light the stove. Lin Zhao studied very carefully and only managed to light the stove after repeatedly confirming that everything was correct.

Now that the skilled cook has a fire, she'll never have to worry about not being able to cook delicious dishes!

Without further ado, Lin Zhao stopped hesitating after Uncle Li left.

He skillfully opened the refrigerator, selected ingredients, and processed them.

Washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, stir-frying vegetables—every step was done in an orderly manner.

With nimble fingers, the ingredients gradually transformed into brightly colored dishes, and a delicate aroma filled the kitchen.

At this moment, inside the study.

Shang Yu was working on documents on his computer, his brow slightly furrowed.

The video conference that just ended an hour ago didn't resolve any issues, and he still has to go to the company soon, which is making him extremely frustrated.

At that moment, a fresh and pleasant aroma suddenly wafted to his nose, instantly interrupting his thoughts.

He subconsciously put down the mouse, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he swallowed.

The aroma seeped in through the crack in the door, and surprisingly, it stirred a slight sense of anticipation in his stomach, which had been lacking appetite for the past few days.

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

I didn't expect that kid to actually be quite something.

but……

The face he had seen flashed through Shang Yu's mind again: reddened eyes, tightly pursed lips, exuding a pitiful yet restless charm.

A face like that would only be in the way.

Shang Yu had already made his plans.

No matter how well the food is cooked, just find a fault and kick them out.

He picked up the black pen on the table, twirled it between his fingers, and continued working.

But the increasingly strong aroma made him uneasy, and he strode toward the restaurant with a cold face.

Before long, Lin Zhao had prepared two dishes and a soup, and carefully carried the food to the dining room.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Shang Yu standing at the restaurant entrance and was startled.

Fortunately, he had worked as a waiter in a hotel for a few days before, so his hands were still steady. He greeted him politely.

"Hello, sir."

Shang Yu glanced down at the dish in his hand: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a very simple home-style dish.

But the color is bright and the presentation is exquisite, with red tomatoes arranged in a circle and bright yellow eggs in the middle.

It looked so appetizing that it made one's mouth water. Shang Yu looked up at him again and spoke coldly.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

After saying that, he sat down directly.

Lin Zhao was taken aback. Wasn't he supposed to be easy to talk to?

He had arranged the dishes carefully, so why was he criticized right away? He subconsciously looked at Uncle Li, who nodded at him.

He took a deep breath, placed the meal in front of Shang Yu, and then stood aside.

His hands clenched together unconsciously, his eyes filled with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation as he stared intently at the other person's reaction.

Shang Yu glanced at the food on the table; it was indeed exceptionally well-presented and exquisitely plated.

But I didn't have high expectations. I just felt that it was mostly good-looking but not tasty, all flash and no substance.

He picked up his chopsticks, casually took a bite of food, and slowly chewed it.

His previously indifferent gaze flickered slightly; this kid actually has some serious talent.

Lin Zhao's heart was in her throat. She stared at him expectantly, waiting for his evaluation, and even her breathing became shallow.

Shang Yu put down his chopsticks, his expression still indifferent, his tone calm, and he uttered only two words.

"generally."