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

Su Nianhe was so frightened that her scalp tingled. She quickly hid the small glass bottle behind her back and lowered her head to make way for Shen Huai by pressing herself against the wall.

She walked quickly, her steps a little unsteady.

Shen Huai was tall and imposing. Standing in the cramped aisle, the warmth of a grown man emanated from his thin shirt.

The air was filled with a strong, sweet fruity aroma, so sweet it practically filled your nose, even overpowering the smell of milk powder.

Shen Huai lowered his eyes, looking at her flushed ears and fair neck.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze lingered for two seconds on her hands hidden behind her back, but he asked nothing and turned away to let her escape.

Su Nianhe ran into the kitchen, her heart pounding.

In the kitchen, Aunt Wang was still sweating profusely as she coaxed Shen Ping'an.

The little one cried until his voice was hoarse, and he kicked his arms and legs wildly.

With her back to Aunt Wang, Su Nianhe quickly poured the milk powder water from the glass bottle into the half-prepared milk powder, stirred it with chopsticks, and then took it over.

"Aunt Wang, let me try again."

As soon as the pacifier was put into Shen Ping'an's mouth, the little guy made two whimpering noises. Then, because of the strong fruity scent on Su Nianhe's body, he hugged the bottle with both hands and began to suckle it in big gulps.

In just a few minutes, the entire bottle of milk was gone.

The little guy let out a satisfied burp, closed his eyes, and fell asleep contentedly.

Aunt Wang kept chanting Amitabha Buddha's name and praising Su Nianhe for her abilities.

Su Nianhe breathed a sigh of relief and washed the empty bottle clean and put it away.

Aunt Wang sniffed. "Nianhe, you smell so good, and there's even a hint of fruit in your scent."

Su Nianhe's heart skipped a beat. "It smells like baby formula, doesn't it? Smell Ping An, doesn't he smell like that?"

Aunt Wang smelled it and thought it did look somewhat similar, but the milk powder wasn't sweet.

However, she didn't think too much about it, as long as Shen Ping'an behaved himself.

As evening approached, fiery clouds lit up the sky, and the heat lingered.

Shen Tao, the eldest son of the Shen family, got off work, pushed his bicycle into the yard, and hung his briefcase on the coat rack in the living room.

He walked into the house and ran into Su Nianhe wiping the washed dishes with a dry towel.

"Xiao Su, did Ping An cause any trouble today?" Shen Tao asked casually.

Su Nianhe answered meekly, "I drank a whole bottle of milk this afternoon and I'm sleeping soundly right now."

Shen Tao nodded, and was about to speak when his sister-in-law, Wang Liping, came in from outside, wearing mid-heeled sandals.

She was wearing a new floral dress today, and thought she looked quite stylish, but her face fell when she glanced at Su Nianhe.

Su Nianhe was wearing a loose, old dress, but the fabric couldn't hide her figure at all; her waist was so thin that you could pinch it off with two hands.

The youthful vibrancy and fullness of the girl made Wang Liping's new dress pale in comparison.

Shen Tao was still talking happily.

Wang Liping snorted coldly and strode heavily into the kitchen.

There were sliced ​​cucumbers and tomatoes on the cutting board.

Wang Liping flipped through the vegetable leaves with her fingertips, her voice rising eight octaves: "What kind of food is this? It's just watery soup, are you feeding it to rabbits? Our Shen family pays you twenty yuan a month, and you expect us to eat grass?"

Su Nianhe rubbed her hands together on her apron and explained softly, "Aunt Liu said at noon that she didn't have an appetite because of the heat, and asked that dinner be light..."

"A lighter meal doesn't mean you have to cook all vegetarian dishes," Wang Liping interrupted her. "Go, cut the meat again, make some stir-fried pork slices, and some braised pork ribs. Shen Tao has been working all day, how can he not eat some meat?"

These two dishes are extremely time-consuming to prepare, and with dinner just around the corner, it's clearly just making things difficult for us.

Su Nianhe dared not resist and silently turned to get the pork from the cutting board.

She didn't dare let Wang Liping get too close, afraid that she would also smell the fragrance.

She carefully cut the meat into even small pieces.

The kitchen was stuffy and hot; sweat streamed down her forehead, and her clothes clung to her back, feeling sticky.

Su Nianhe stood by the sink washing ribs. The cold tap water rinsed her hands, but it did nothing to relieve the heat in her body.

She peeked outside secretly, and seeing that no one was paying attention, she quietly loosened her collar to let in some fresh air.

This scene happened to be witnessed by Shen Huai, who had just reached the kitchen doorway.

He had come to pour himself a glass of cool water. His gaze passed through the half-open wooden door and landed directly on Su Nianhe's face, her fair cheeks glistening with fine beads of sweat.

Shen Huai stopped in his tracks, his hand holding the enamel mug tightened slightly, and the absurd dream flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

He cleared his throat and stepped inside.

Hearing the noise, Su Nianhe was startled and quickly buttoned up her clothes. She turned around, lowered her head, and called out, "Technician Shen."

Shen Huai didn't answer. He walked to the water vat, scooped out a large vat of cold water, and tilted his head back to gulp down most of it. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and water droplets flowed down his chin into his shirt collar.

"If you're going to cook, then cook properly. Stop looking around." Shen Huai put down the water vat, coldly tossed out the words, and turned to leave the kitchen.

Su Nianhe bit her lip in grievance.

It was clearly Wang Liping who deliberately made things difficult for her, yet this person still had the audacity to criticize her.

Braised pork ribs require blanching and caramelizing sugar, while stir-fried pork slices need to be coated in batter and deep-fried.

Su Nianhe worked in front of the gas stove for almost an hour, and was so hot that she felt dizzy and couldn't even lift her arms.

Dinner was finally served, and the family sat down around the large round table.

Shen Huai had taken a shower, changed into a clean white shirt, and sat by the window with his hair half-dry.

He wiped his hands with a towel and picked up his chopsticks.

Wang Liping picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks, chewed it twice, and then slammed the chopsticks down on the table.

"How did you cook this meat? It's so tough I can't even chew it. It was cooked way too far off. Nianhe, are you upset with me and deliberately trying to fool me?"

Liu Huizhen also took a bite, and frowned: "Xiao Su, your dish today is indeed not as good as usual. You have to be careful when you work, you can't be careless."

Su Nianhe stood to the side, nodding helplessly, her eyes reddening, holding back tears and not daring to speak.

In order to save time and because of the heat, she did not perform at her usual level.

Just then, Shen Huai stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and put it in his mouth.

He chewed and swallowed slowly, his tone flat: "It tastes pretty good."

The atmosphere at the dinner table froze.

Shen Tao quickly picked up a piece to try as well, and smoothed things over by saying, "It's really good, cooked just right. Liping, are your teeth bothering you today?"

Wang Liping's face flushed red and then turned pale, her chopsticks gripped tightly in her hand, and she couldn't say a word.

Even her own man doesn't help her.

Shen Huai rarely speaks at home, let alone gets involved in these trivial matters. Today, he has surprisingly opened his mouth, and no one can guess his temper.

Seeing this, Liu Huizhen didn't say anything more and just told Su Nianhe to go to the kitchen to eat.

Su Nianhe lowered her head and left. As she passed by Shen Huai, she smelled the refreshing scent of soap on him.

Wang Liping was so angry that she ate two mouthfuls of rice and then put down her bowl.

She watched Su Nianhe's retreating figure, her heart burning with anger.

This little vixen has only been here a few days, and even Shen Huai, who is usually the most aloof, is speaking up for her. Who knows if her man has been bewitched?

Wang Liping secretly decided that she must find an opportunity to teach this girl a lesson.