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

But this time, he ate a little slower than usual.

Although no evaluation was given, the actions were very honest.

He ate almost half a plate of mushrooms, picked out only the tender leaves from the leafy greens, and quietly scooped out a small half bowl of steamed egg.

After finishing his meal, he took another bowl, drank a bowl of soup, and then wiped his mouth.

Uncle Li wore a satisfied smile throughout, while Lin Zhao was trembling with fear, feeling that his master didn't seem to like him very much.

She spoke strangely, without scolding him, but she made him feel embarrassed and unsure how to respond.

Lin Zhao decided that she must be more careful in the future, and avoid talking to her husband as much as possible, preferably treating him as if he were invisible.

Shang Yu got up and left the dining table. Lin Zhao subconsciously took a step back, a very obvious movement. Shang Yu's brows furrowed subconsciously, but he didn't say anything and went upstairs.

Upon entering the study, I turned and went to the bathroom. After washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror and fell into silence.

After seeing the gentleman off, Lin Zhao cleaned up the restaurant, packed up the remaining food, and took it back to the cabin to eat the staff meal with Uncle Li and the others.

I didn't cook much at noon, so Uncle Li and the others ate takeout. This is the first time they're getting to taste Lin Zhao's cooking.

The small house had only a small square table. Uncle Li pulled Lin Zhao to sit down, then turned around and called out to Shen Ci, who was in the room.

Shen Ci had already taken a shower, and his dark complexion had turned into a fair one.

He looked even thinner than Lin Zhao, with long hair that covered his eyebrows and eyes. He walked over slowly, his fingers tightly gripping the hem of his clothes. His eyes were timid, glancing at Lin Zhao intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was still feeling guilty for scaring Lin Zhao during the day.

Seeing this, Uncle Li immediately moved the stool closer to him, served him a bowl of rice, and handed it to him in a gentle and kind tone.

"Xiao Ci, sit down and eat. This is Xiao Zhao's cooking. Try it."

Shen Ci looked up at Uncle Li, then at Lin Zhao, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and nodded to Lin Zhao, meaning it was delicious.

Uncle Li took a bite and his eyes were full of praise.

"Xiao Zhao, your cooking skills are absolutely amazing, even better than the chefs in big restaurants. The master is usually very picky about food and rarely eats this much. You've really figured out his taste."

Lin Zhao was a little embarrassed by the praise. In his previous workplace, because he was the youngest, he could only serve side dishes and couldn't cook. No one would praise him; instead, they would say he was slow.

This place is wonderful.

"I just did it casually, it's not that good."

Lin Zhao thought about what Shang Yu had said during dinner and couldn't help but ask Uncle Li.

"Uncle Li, does the master not like me very much?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Li and Shen Ci exchanged a glance, and Uncle Li burst into laughter.

"It's not that he dislikes you; he dislikes everyone equally."

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"What do you mean?"

Lin Zhao didn't quite understand.

Shen Ci took out his phone and typed without expression.

Lin Zhao took it and glanced at it, blinked, and seemed to understand. So it wasn't that she disliked him, it was…

Shen Ci: "Equal participation from all Chuangfei stakeholders"

Uncle Li immediately burst into laughter, while Shen Ci secretly curled his lips.

Uncle Li is a talkative man, while Shen Ci is a mute and very quiet. They rarely speak when they are together, but now that Lin Zhao is here, the two of them are chatting and laughing happily.

Lin Zhao noticed that although Shen Ci didn't type much to join their chat, he listened very attentively and would occasionally steal a glance at him.

After Uncle Li returned to his room, Lin Zhao knocked on Shen Ci's door.

Shen Ci was somewhat surprised when he opened the door, and Lin Zhao immediately spoke up.

Lin Zhao immediately spoke, her voice soft and gentle, with a hint of shyness on her face.

"Thank you for explaining that to me earlier."

Shen Ci was stunned for a moment, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hair fell down to cover most of her face, revealing only a section of her fair chin.

He didn't type immediately, but just looked at Lin Zhao quietly, his eyes soft.

Lin Zhao felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, clenched the hem of her clothes with her fingers, and slowly added.

"Also, you don't need to blame yourself. What happened during the day wasn't your fault; it was my own fault for being a coward..."

As he spoke, he took out a small box from behind his back and handed it to Shen Ci.

It was leftover, untouched steamed egg custard from the meal, which he specially packed in a small box and brought with him.

"Here, you didn't eat much, so I brought it to you."

Shen Ci lowered his eyes to look at the box of warm steamed eggs, then looked up at Lin Zhao.

The boy's cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes were wet. He thought that after what happened during the day, Lin Zhao would ignore him. He didn't expect that Lin Zhao would take the initiative to find him.

Shen Ci pursed his lips slightly, reached out and took the phone, lowered his head, quickly typed a line on the phone, and held it up in front of Lin Zhao.

What you made is delicious.

He paused, then quietly typed another sentence.

From now on, I'll be gentle and won't scare you.

Lin Zhao looked at the words, her eyes crinkled, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Um."

Lin Zhao returned to his room with satisfaction. He had very few friends, except for the children from the orphanage.

At first, his peers would befriend him, but later they would always complain that he cried at the drop of a hat. Even if he explained that his eyes were damaged, they would still involuntarily distance themselves from him.

Even so, Lin Zhao still really wanted to make friends.

He thought Shen Ci was a very good person. He still remembered that Shen Ci had wiped away his tears. Maybe they could become friends?

Lin Zhao flopped back onto the big bed and scrolled through some food videos to see what dishes to make tomorrow. He had just asked Uncle Li what the master liked to eat.

Uncle Li said no, the gentleman rarely orders food, he's easygoing about what he's made for him, but whether he eats it or not is another matter.

Basically, you just need to avoid certain foods.

After scrolling through videos for a while, Lin Zhao yawned and prepared to take a shower. She got out of bed to find some clean clothes when she suddenly remembered something!

His luggage!

It's over! It's over!

Lin Zhao looked at the sky outside. It was so late. He wondered if someone had taken it. Oh no, that was all his possessions!

Uncle Li, Shen Ci's room is dark. Lin Zhao carefully pushed open the door of the small house, walked around the corridor, and headed towards the door.

The villa was eerily quiet. Lin Zhao subconsciously looked up at the main hall, which was completely dark.

How terrifying! He silently prayed to Buddha for protection, turned on a flashlight, and tiptoed toward the door.

With a creak, the gate opened, and Lin Zhao scurried behind the big tree, peeking through a crack. Luckily, there were streetlights outside, so it was quite bright. He quickly checked, looking left and right, but there was nothing there.

It really is gone. Lin Zhao searched the vicinity again, but still couldn't find it. Someone must have taken it.

He bit his lower lip and pressed it tightly together, but tears still rolled down his cheeks and fell to the ground.

That was all his possessions.

There's also a teddy bear that the headmistress gave him; it's his only keepsake from childhood to adulthood.

Why is he always so useless?

She can't do anything right, she's clumsy, slow to react, and cries at the drop of a hat.

He was fired and kicked out in one day. He finally found a place willing to take him in, but then he lost his luggage.

Feelings of grievance, helplessness, and self-blame mingled together, making his chest feel tight and his shoulders tremble slightly. He squatted down, hugged himself, and thought he should calm himself down before going back.

Just then, a faint beam of light shone from the villa entrance.

A pair of black slippers stood quietly in front of him.

A cold, deep voice, tinged with impatience, descended from above.

"Instead of sleeping in the middle of the night, are you hiding here crying and mourning?"