Beef doesn’t make you fat, and she loves eating beef.
"Nanny Zhao." Rong Qingqing propped her head up, sitting there with slumped shoulders, "Your cooking skills are absolutely amazing!"
She took a sip filled with a rich meaty flavor, yet couldn’t spot even a sliver of meat.
"I’ve perfected these culinary skills over decades." Nanny Zhao was a bit pleased with the compliment,
"Before I started working at Shen Manor, back when I was young, I was making a living by running a beef noodle stall on the street. Everyone who ate my beef noodles praised them."
Inside, Rong Qingqing felt like crying, but she remained strong.
Children who don’t eat meat don’t cry.
Nanny Zhao didn’t notice what Rong Qingqing was thinking and sat down beside her to chat.
The topic was about changing household staff.
"The staff at Shen Manor are recruited by people specifically responsible for it at Shen Manor, but we can’t trust the people they bring in.
Miss Qingqing, do you know any housekeeping companies? Why not select people from reputable, large housekeeping companies?" Nanny Zhao asked.
"It’s pointless for me to worry about this, and pointless for you, Nanny Zhao, and Madam Shen to worry, because we don’t have trustworthy contacts." Rong Qingqing spread her hands.
Nanny Zhao frowned, "Then what should we do?"
Rong Qingqing pointed in the direction upstairs, "Leave it to Shen Jue, it’s about time he does something for this family."
"Young Master Shen Jue?" Nanny Zhao instinctively shook her head, "Young Master Shen Jue can’t do it. Ever since the incident, he’s been self-destructive and no longer manages family matters."
Nanny Zhao sighed, "Miss Qingqing, you don’t know that since you’ve come, Young Master Shen Jue only comes downstairs once or twice a day now,
before you came, sometimes he wouldn’t even come downstairs to eat. He stays at home all day, but we might not even see him once."
Rong Qingqing took a mouthful of noodles.
Sorry, she felt a little offended.
What does it mean that Shen Jue only occasionally comes downstairs because she’s here?
Is being neighbors with her, Rong Qingqing, so unbearable for Shen Jue that he needs to come downstairs to get some air once or twice a day?
Rong Qingqing snorted in annoyance.
Rong Qingqing placed her chopsticks on the table, "If you don’t discipline him, he won’t improve. This pathetic state of his is because he hasn’t been hit enough. If he were my son, I’d give him a good beating first."
Nanny Zhao was dumbfounded.
Lin Bufan, from the corner, quietly put away his phone, then sent the video to his boss.
He initially just wanted to record the conversation about finding a housekeeper to send to his boss.
Unexpectedly, he captured that last little bit.
After sending the video to Shen Jue, Lin Bufan added a caption.
Boss, I think whoever marries Miss Qingqing will be lucky, but whoever becomes her son will definitely have a hard time. —— Lin Bufan.
When Shen Jue finished watching the video and reading Lin Bufan’s message, his first reaction was.
It’s better to have a daughter in the future.
Rong Qingqing as a mom isn’t suited for having a son.
After thinking this, Shen Jue froze.
Then he sneered, very disdainful.
He replied with a message.
Her son won’t be my son. Why should I care if her son suffers or not? What does it have to do with me? —— Shen Jue.
After reading the message, Lin Bufan realized.
The boss isn’t a good person to chat about gossip with.
Lin Bufan exited the chat with Shen Jue and promptly sent the video to the Laoganma group.
Then, everyone started discussing in the small group how miserable Rong Qingqing’s future son might be.