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

Lin Zhao was woken up by being poked, and felt a soft, squishy touch on her cheek.

"Hmm... sleepy."

He turned over and continued sleeping, and after a while, he felt that familiar touch again.

Lin Zhao couldn't sleep at all now. He rubbed his eyes and opened them to find a large, dark face in front of him.

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"Ah! A ghost!"

Lin Zhao was so frightened that she immediately burrowed into the covers, muttering to herself.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, Laozi, please grant my wish! Ahhh, no, no, don't take me away! Help! Help!"

Lin Zhao is terrified of ghosts. She was scared several times when her friends dressed up as ghosts when she was a child.

He kept chanting incantations, tears streaming down his face, which was soaked with sweat. Outside, the little demons were still tugging at his blanket, making incessant whimpering noises.

"You, you, you, don't pull my blanket off! Waaah, please, just leave! I don't want to die! Waaah!"

Lin Zhao gripped the blanket tightly, but the little devil outside pulled harder and harder, with incredible strength.

A short while later, his blanket was pulled away.

He kept his eyes tightly shut, afraid that if he opened them he would be snatched away by a ghost. He knelt on the bed, rubbing his hands together and kowtowing repeatedly.

"Come on, come on, I'll burn paper money for you, come on, come on!"

The little devil in front of me seemed to sigh, but he still didn't leave.

Lin Zhao felt him approaching and was too scared to move. Then he felt someone wiping his face.

The movements were very gentle; her fingertips lightly brushed against his cheek, which was warm.

Lin Zhao slowly opened her eyes, only to be met with that same dark face. She blinked in confusion, and the latter paused in wiping away tears, blinking back as well.

Ahhh, ghosts can blink!

Before he could scream, his mouth was covered.

The little ghost whimpered, pointed to its own mouth, and then put Lin Zhao's hand to its chest, indicating that it was not a ghost.

Lin Zhao felt the pounding heartbeat in her palm and blinked again.

"You, are you human?"

The little devil nodded, then pointed to his mouth and made a whimpering sound.

"You...you can't speak?"

The little devil nodded.

Lin Zhao's muddled mind cleared up, and she thought of Shen Ci, whom Uncle Li had mentioned.

"Your name is Shen Ci?"

Shen Ci nodded happily, then lowered her head somewhat dejectedly, took out her phone, and typed a message for him.

"I'm sorry, I startled you just now. I came to ask you to cook. Your husband will be back soon. I just went to the garden to pull weeds, and my face is a little dirty. I may have scared you. My name is Shen Ci, but you can call me Xiao Ci. I can't speak, but I can hear."

After reading it, Lin Zhao's face turned bright red. What had he done? He had just decided to get along well with his partner, and now he had messed it all up.

With a pursed mouth, tears fell without warning. Shen Ci panicked. Why was he crying again? His hands and feet went numb as he wiped away the tears.

"Ahhh."

He kept shaking his head, meaning "Stop crying, stop crying," but seeing that he still couldn't stop crying, he kept bowing and apologizing.

Lin Zhao was terrified. What was going on? She quickly grabbed him.

"I...I didn't mean to cry, I just couldn't help it. My eyes...my eyes are ruined, sob sob sob, please don't bow anymore."

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When Uncle Li came in, he saw this chaotic scene. Two children were bowing to each other, one saying "ah ah ah" and the other saying "woo woo woo," which left him completely confused.

Fortunately, Uncle Li quickly stabilized the situation.

Lin Zhao sniffed, hastily wiped away her tears, and spoke softly.

"I'm so sorry, I was still half asleep and misunderstood you..."

Shen Ci quickly shook her head and waved her hand at him, her fingertips lightly touching his arm as if to say it was okay.

Seeing that the two had reconciled, Uncle Li urged Lin Zhao to cook, as the master was probably almost home.

Lin Zhao quickly stood up and patted the wrinkles off her body.

"I'm going to cook. We'll talk when I get back."

He smiled at Shen Ci, and Shen Ci nodded.

Lin Zhao strode towards the kitchen. He had only prepared two simple home-style dishes and a soup for lunch because he was in a rush. He planned to show off his culinary skills in the evening.

First course: Pan-fried duck breast with red wine and fig sauce

Second dish: Stir-fried matsutake mushrooms and yam

Third dish: Shrimp with mushrooms in white sauce

Fourth dish: Stir-fried asparagus and lily bulbs

Fifth dish: Steamed Egg with Dried Scallops

Soup 1: Bamboo fungus and dried scallop clear soup

Six dishes in total, six times six, perfect!

Lin Zhao carefully carried the last bowl of soup to the table, just as the sound of brakes came from outside.

It was Mr. Li who had returned. Lin Zhao obediently followed Uncle Li to the gate to greet him.

Uncle Li naturally took Shang Yu's coat.

"Welcome home, sir."

This gentleman had a rather strange temper, and Lin Zhao didn't dare to look him in the eye, but she still greeted him like Uncle Li and Shang Yu did.

"Sir, welcome home."

Shang Yu's gaze fell on the top of his head where he had grown a whorl of hair. Was he really that scary?

He stutters even when he's nervous.

"Sir, the food is ready. Would you like to eat now?"

Uncle Li asked.

Shang Yu walked past Lin Zhao, his tone indifferent.

"Eat, have a meal."

Lin Zhao looked up in disbelief. Was he imitating her?

right?

Before he could figure it out, Shang Yu had already arrived at the restaurant.

Uncle Li walked over to him, patted him on the shoulder, and expressed his sympathy.

The gentleman doesn't usually talk much, but when he does, he can easily choke someone to death.

Lin Zhao shook her head to indicate that she was fine, and followed Uncle Li to the restaurant.

She stood nervously to the side, her fingertips clenching the hem of her clothes tightly.

She would glance up at Shang Yu every now and then, afraid he would say it wasn't good, yet secretly hoping he would eat one more bite.

He noticed that Shang Yu rarely ate meat, only occasionally picking up a couple of bites as a sign of respect, but he ate quite a lot of mushrooms and only ate the leaves of leafy greens.

Soon Lin Zhao discovered another strange eating habit of Shang Yu: he would eat one bite of rice and one bite of vegetables, never letting any vegetables fall on his rice.

At this moment, Lin Zhao noticed that a piece of green vegetable leaf had fallen into his rice, soaking that small piece of rice with soup.

Lin Zhao wondered, "Would he pick out this meal?"

The next second, Shang Yu used a spoon to scoop the rice into the bone dish.

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The gaze was too direct, making Shang Yu feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He put down his chopsticks, turned his head leisurely to look at Lin Zhao, and their eyes met.

Are you hungry?

Shang Yu suddenly spoke, and Lin Zhao realized that her behavior of staring at him while he ate was very impolite.

Uncle Li was at least standing behind Shang Yu, and his position was just to the side of Shang Yu.

"I'm not hungry."

Lin Zhao immediately denied it, then added in a low voice:

"I'm just afraid it won't suit your taste..."

"The way you're looking at me makes me think you're so hungry you want to eat people."

Shang Yu spoke indifferently, glancing at him with a cold look in his eyes, but he wasn't actually fierce.

Lin Zhao's cheeks flushed red from the words, and she hurriedly lowered her head, clutching the hem of her clothes even tighter, and apologized softly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

His weak, flustered appearance, like a frightened little rabbit, was strangely dazzling to Shang Yu.

It's just a conversation, why are you acting all coquettish? Is this person really not sent by the rivals?

Shang Yu's gaze lingered on his face for a moment before he picked up his chopsticks again and looked back at the plate.