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

An auntie regularly comes to clean the old house of the merchant. Before a chef was found, Shang Yu would just make do with the meals prepared by the auntie.

But according to Uncle Li, before Lin Zhao came, the gentleman basically only ate one meal a day, just enough to keep him from starving.

Either drink a few sips of nutrient solution, or you won't be able to manage.

His finger was fine to begin with; although it was bandaged, he just needed to avoid getting it wet. How could we let him go without being able to eat properly for several days?

Moreover, although it was originally agreed that there would be three meals a day, in reality, on weekdays, Lin Zhao only needs to prepare breakfast and dinner.

Today is Monday. If I don't eat lunch and just eat something quick for dinner, I'll definitely starve.

Is this fair to his monthly salary of 30,000?

Fearing that Shang Yu would disagree, he hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the man's clothes, and pleaded incessantly.

"Please, sir, it's really okay. I'll just wear gloves and avoid getting it wet. Uncle Li said you don't like Auntie's cooking, so you probably won't eat properly then."

Shang Yu looked down at the fingertips that were pulling him, and then at his anxious expression. He felt inexplicably good; the eagerness in his eyes was something he couldn't fake.

I didn't expect him to care about me so much, and the corners of my lips unconsciously turned up.

"Uncle Li is such a chatterbox."

That's what they said, but Lin Zhao clearly noticed that the master's attitude wasn't as tense as before, so she pressed her advantage.

"Sir, I'm really fine, it's just a little scratch, it won't stop me from cooking. If I don't cook, you'll have to go hungry again..."

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes again, as if he was worried that the man wasn't eating properly, or as if he was afraid that he would be disliked for being useless.

Seeing him like this, even the hardest heart softened, and Shang Yu couldn't bring herself to refuse.

He reached out and flicked Lin Zhao's forehead lightly, his tone carrying a hint of helpless indulgence.

"Alright, alright, stop looking at me like that, I can't stand it."

Lin Zhao released his hand, covered his forehead, and his eyes instantly lit up.

"So, sir, you agree that I can continue cooking?"

"Okay, just do something simple. Until your hand is better, you're not allowed to go to the vegetable garden again. If I find out you're disobeying..."

"I promise I'll be a good girl!"

Lin Zhao immediately spoke first, nodding her head rapidly, afraid that he would change his mind.

Seeing his excited expression, Shang Yu's lips curved upwards almost imperceptibly, then quickly suppressed it.

He shoved the wooden plaque with their names on it back into Lin Zhao's arms, his tone returning to its usual coldness.

"Take this, go and insert it, then go back to your room and rest. Don't bother making breakfast; lunch will come later."

Lin Zhao carried the wooden plaque out of the study, but stopped at the door, turned around, and thanked Shang Yu.

"Thank you, sir."

Shang Yu's ears turned red, his hand holding the pen paused, and he coughed lightly.

"Stop nagging, let's go."

Lin Zhao happily carried the wooden plaque away.

After placing the wooden sign, Lin Zhao took a few more photos and posted them on her WeChat Moments.

When Lin Zhao returned to the cabin, there were already several red dots on her WeChat Moments. When she opened them, she found that her husband had liked the posts. There were no comments, just a simple like, and he had also liked the previous post about the vegetable garden.

Lin Zhao looked at the red dot and felt a warm feeling in his heart for some reason. He clicked on Shang Yu's Moments to take a look, but the other party had not posted a single update.

It's a bit of a pity.

My husband said he could rest in the morning; paid leave is absolutely fantastic! ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ

He slept for a while longer, then got up before noon to make lunch, and ate with his husband at noon.

Lin Zhao was afraid that Uncle Li would scold her, so she didn't tell them that she had eaten with her husband. She only said that she couldn't eat or that she had already eaten.

Fortunately, they didn't ask any further questions.

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By the end of July, a week after the mushroom bags were buried, it was time for the first harvest.

Lin Zhao looked excitedly at the batch of perfectly shaped oyster mushrooms, carefully cut them off with a knife, just enough for one stir-fry, which she would then make for her husband's dinner.

He was carrying a small basket as he came out of the vegetable garden when he saw Uncle Li coming from afar.

"Xiao Zhao, check your bank card. You got paid today, see if it's arrived."

Lin Zhao was taken aback.

"Get paid? Am I going to get paid too? Shouldn't it be paid next month?"

He arrived in mid-July, so he shouldn't have been paid for a full month yet; he should be getting paid next month.

Uncle Li took the basket and explained.

"We don't withhold wages. You get paid for the days you work. Check it out, is that right?"

Lin Zhao dusted off his hands, took out his phone, and sure enough, saw the text message.

Upon seeing the account notification message for over 18,000 yuan, Lin Zhao almost jumped up – a five-figure sum!

When did he ever have so much money in his account?!

Lin Zhao gripped her phone, looking at the text message about the money arriving in her account several times, her heart still pounding.

More than 18,000 yuan—this was the largest sum of money he had ever received in his life.

Back when I was in the orphanage, let alone five figures, even three figures required a lot of saving and scrimping for a long time.

The headmistress was in poor health, and the expenses at the orphanage were high. The children's food, clothing, and daily necessities all cost money. He was young at the time and couldn't help much, so he could only try his best to be sensible and not cause trouble for others.

Later, when he went to university, he worked part-time to support himself, but it was just enough to cover his living expenses. After graduation, he originally thought he could earn money to help the orphanage.

But after changing jobs three or four times, not only did I not save any money, but I also spent all the money I had saved up before.

Now that she can earn money herself, and has such a respectable and stable job, Lin Zhao felt a lump in her throat. She was so grateful to her husband and Uncle Li.

He sniffed and thanked Uncle Li.

"Uncle Li, thank you, I..."

Uncle Li patted him on the shoulder.

"You deserve all of this. Don't talk about thanking me. If you really want to thank someone, the person you should thank most is the gentleman."

Lin Zhao gripped her phone tightly and nodded.

During dinner, Lin Zhao deliberately placed the stir-fried oyster mushrooms closest to Shang Yu, keeping a close eye on his reaction out of the corner of her eye.

After he took a bite, Lin Zhao immediately spoke up.

"Sir, how does it taste? I've specially modified it, using fewer seasonings to preserve its original freshness."

Lin Zhao blinked her big eyes and stared straight at him. Shang Yu picked up another piece of mushroom with his chopsticks. The oyster mushroom was fresh, tender and smooth, and tasted very good. He nodded slightly.

"Hmm, not bad."

Lin Zhao was immediately delighted and quickly introduced them.

"Right, right? These are oyster mushrooms from the vegetable garden. They were just picked this afternoon and they're so fresh. I only bought a few to try, but my husband loves them. I can buy more later."

Seeing him like that, Shang Yu unconsciously ate several more bites.

"If you want to buy it, just have Uncle Li buy it for you."

Lin Zhao shook her head.

"No need, no need, I got paid today, I can buy it myself."

Shang Yu raised an eyebrow. No wonder he was so happy; it turned out to be his salary.

"How much did you send? You seem so happy."

Lin Zhao chuckled.

"More than ten thousand! I owe it all to you, sir. If you hadn't kept me here, how could I have earned so much? So I really want to thank you, sir."

Shang Yu looked at Lin Zhao with some surprise. It seemed that she was really not afraid anymore and could even say flattering words.

"Glib-tongued."

That's what he said, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

After dinner, Shang Yu barely touched the other dishes, but he ate all of the oyster mushrooms.

He was about to get up when Lin Zhao called him back.

"gentlemen."