The voluptuous and beautiful nanny, Technician Shen fell for her.

Su Nianhe was startled when she heard the "clack-clack-clack" sound of heels hitting the bluestone slab.

She placed both hands on Shen Huai's chest and pushed outwards with all her might. But the man was strong, his arms were wrapped around her waist, and he showed no intention of letting go.

"Ugh... Aunt Liu..." Su Nianhe was so anxious she was almost crying, and her protests turned into soft whimpers.

Shen Huai had better hearing than her and had already heard Liu Huizhen enter the room.

But he just couldn't bear to let go.

Then Liu Huizhen's loud voice rang out from the courtyard: "Xiao Huai? The bicycle is in the yard. Has he come back?"

Su Nianhe was so frightened that her legs went weak. If Shen Huai hadn't been supporting her waist, she would have slid right to the ground.

Shen Huai then stopped what he was doing and stepped back slightly.

Instead of leaving, he grabbed her slender waist with both hands, and with a little effort, lifted her up and placed her steadily on the edge of the cement sink next to him.

Before Su Nianhe could react, her field of vision suddenly rose a notch.

"What are you afraid of?" Shen Huai's voice was low and husky, his breath brushing against her nose. "She won't come over now; she won't be in the kitchen for at least five minutes."

Su Nianhe was extremely anxious, her legs dangling in the air as she tried to jump out of his arms: "How did you know? Get out of here!"

Shen Huai stood firm, giving her no chance to escape.

"She usually goes upstairs first to check if I'm in the study or bedroom. If she doesn't see me there, she'll come downstairs and look around." Shen Huai looked at her flustered appearance and spoke casually, completely unaware that he was about to be caught.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on her newly changed plaid shirt.

Shen Huai's Adam's apple bobbed as he reached out and buttoned her clothes up.

"What are you planning to do in these five minutes?" Shen Huai asked.

Su Nianhe pushed his shoulder: "Of course...you should get out of here right now!"

Shen Huai didn't move, but pinched the back of her neck with his knuckles: "Don't want to go out? I have a way to keep me here, and she definitely won't suspect anything."

Su Nianhe was stunned: "What method?"

Shen Huai didn't say anything, and turned around to walk to the cutting board.

On the cutting board, in the basin of water, was a blackfish that hadn't been killed yet, its tail still thrashing in the water.

Shen Huai took off his light gray work jacket and casually draped it over the back of a wooden chair next to him.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt underneath.

He slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves to above his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms.

Then, he picked up a kitchen knife and slashed the blackfish's head with the back of the blade.

With a "snap," the fish stopped moving.

Shen Huai's technique was extremely skillful; he scraped off the scales, gutted the body, and removed the gills with fluid, effortless movements.

Su Nianhe sat by the sink, mesmerized.

This man usually uses a fountain pen for drawing blueprints, but now he's wielding a kitchen knife to kill fish, and he's surprisingly efficient at it.

"Alright, stop spacing out." Shen Huai glanced at her, "Wash the scallions over there."

Su Nianhe quickly slid down from the sink, grabbed a handful of scallions, and rinsed them under the tap, her heart still pounding.

Five minutes later, Liu Huizhen's footsteps could be heard on the stairs.

"Xiao Huai? Xiao Huai, are you home?"

The footsteps went straight downstairs, and the wooden door to the kitchen was pushed open.

Liu Huizhen stood at the door and immediately saw her son with his shirt sleeves rolled up, holding a kitchen knife, dealing with the blackfish.

Su Nianhe stood by the sink, half a meter away from him, washing scallions with her head down.

Liu Huizhen was stunned, her face full of disbelief.

"Xiao Huai, why are you in the kitchen again?" Liu Huizhen walked in, frowning as she looked at the fish scales all over the cutting board. "The smell of cooking oil is so strong, it's made your shirt all dirty."

Shen Huai didn't even look up. With a swift motion of his knife, he sliced ​​the blackfish into even, thick slices.

"The factory canteen didn't serve meat for lunch, just boiled cabbage. I wasn't full," Shen Huai said calmly, making an excuse without batting an eye. "I'm starving, so I'll cook for myself to make it faster."

Upon hearing this, Liu Huizhen immediately felt sorry for him.

"The cafeteria is outrageous! You work so hard every day, how can you not have meat to eat?" Liu Huizhen completely believed Shen Huai's words and turned to Su Nianhe, nagging, "Nianhe, hurry up, Xiao Huai is hungry, hurry up and stew this fish."

Su Nianhe lowered her head and obediently replied, "I understand, Aunt Liu, I'll start a fire right away."

Liu Huizhen stepped forward and pulled Shen Huai's arm: "Alright, stop touching it. Go wash your hands, go rest in the living room, and have some tea. This kitchen isn't a place for you."

Shen Huai did not follow Liu Huizhen's pull to walk away. With a nimble twist of his wrist, he broke free from his mother's grasp.

"Mom, making blackfish slices requires skill in knife work and precise control of heat. I cut the slices to a thickness of two millimeters. If someone else cooks them too long, I won't be able to eat them." Shen Huai said seriously, picked up a rag next to the cutting board to wipe his hands, and turned on the gas stove.

Liu Huizhen was stunned by his mechanical drawing-like explanation.

"You're fussing over how much you can cook a fish, even down to two millimeters? Do you think you're drawing blueprints in a factory?" Liu Huizhen was furious and stood there, refusing to leave. "We have a nanny at home, but you insist on doing it yourself. People will think I'm being mean to my son."

"I cook for myself, let whoever wants to say what, say it." Shen Huai poured oil into the hot pan.

With a "sizzle," oil splattered everywhere.

Su Nianhe stood to the side and took half a step back.

Shen Huai was tall, and with a simple stretch of his arm, he shielded Su Nianhe behind him. The movement was extremely natural, without any deliberate effort.

"Give me the ginger." Shen Huai didn't even turn his head, his voice steady.

Su Nianhe's heart was pounding as his broad back shielded her.

She quickly took a few slices of ginger from the cutting board and handed them over.

During the handover, Shen Huai didn't pinch the edge of the ginger, but instead opened his hand and held the ginger and Su Nianhe's fingers together in his palm.

Su Nianhe was so frightened that her hands trembled.

Liu Huizhen stood just two steps away, staring intently at the hot oil in the pot.

She could see their hands clasped together clearly with just a slight tilt of her head.

The man's palm was warm, with calluses from years of holding a pen, and the rough touch pressed heavily against the back of her hand.

Su Nianhe hurriedly tried to pull her hand away, but Shen Huai held it tightly until he took the ginger from her palm. Only then did he slowly loosen his grip and throw the ginger slices into the pot.

"Xiao Huai, don't always let Nian He help you. She has to cook for the whole family." Liu Huizhen grumbled from the side.

"She gets paid to do the work, so what's wrong with handing me some ginger?" Shen Huai said casually as he stir-fried the fish slices in the pan.

These words sounded harsh, but Liu Huizhen found them perfectly normal.

My son has this temper; he's cold and aloof to everyone.

"Fine, fine, do whatever you want." Liu Huizhen couldn't stand the smell of cooking oil in the kitchen, so she covered her nose with a handkerchief and walked out. "Hurry up and finish what you're doing and come out."