Zhan Jingchun interrupted her, "No need to explain for him. When he wasn't here, you always had professionalism. The moment he arrived in the kitchen today, it stopped being a kitchen. Auntie, stay away from this kind of trash who lacks professionalism and is malicious."
With that, she angrily stomped up the stairs.
Fortunately, a group of boys outside were chattering loudly and making a racket, so they didn't notice the commotion here.
Seeing the young lady run off, and the young masters not noticing, the auntie patted Peng Fei to comfort him.
"Don't be afraid. The young lady has been dealing with some troublesome matters lately and isn't in a good mood. She usually doesn't lose her temper."
"Perhaps she doesn't want to eat again today and is making excuses. If she doesn't want to eat, so be it. I won't call her. Continue cooking. When it's done, give it to them, and after they eat, you should leave quickly."
Peng Fei was very grateful for the nanny auntie's comfort, but hearing her say that Zhan Jingchun was in a bad mood and often made excuses not to eat made him feel worse than Zhan Jingchun's anger towards him.
After speaking, the auntie turned back to clean the vegetables. Seeing bloodstains on the chopping board, she finally realized he had injured his hand.
"Oh dear, you cut your hand. Let me see if it's serious."
Peng Fei hadn't even looked himself. At this moment, he looked down and saw blood dripping onto the floor, forming a large patch.
He had been cupping his hand while chopping. Except for his thumb and pinky, his other three fingers had deep cuts.
However, his attention was not on this at the moment.
"It's fine, just a small cut."
"It's this deep and you call it a small cut? Look how much blood is flowing. This knife is very sharp, how could you be so careless? Quickly, quickly, stop what you're doing. I'll ask the housekeeper to find you a medical kit, and you can bandage your hand right away."
"No need."
Bringing the children to freeload a meal and increasing the auntie's workload was already embarrassing enough.
Peng Fei rinsed his hand under the faucet, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and said.
"The Chen family has a medical kit. I'll bandage it when I get back. Hurry up and cook."
The auntie saw his dejected expression after being scolded and felt he was quite affected, making her feel a bit bad. She couldn't say much more.
They silently finished cooking. The auntie served the meal at the dining table, and the pack of wolves swarmed around it.
She urged Peng Fei to eat something as well.
"Don't just stand there foolishly, you should eat something too. Eat quickly and then leave. If you come again, that's fine. You're not part of this family anyway, so a few scoldings from the young lady won't affect you."
Peng Fei didn't want to eat. He wasn't hungry at all. His mind was filled with the scene of Zhan Jingchun refusing to eat, and he was very worried.
"That's what you say. But no matter what, it's not right for me to affect the young lady's mood."
"Auntie, what does the young lady usually like to eat? Could I trouble you to make a portion for me to take up to her to ask for forgiveness?"
"My skin is thick and it doesn't matter, but if I make her upset and harm her health, it would be troublesome."
The auntie thought about it and agreed.
The young lady was already in a bad mood lately. If today's events made her even more dejected, it would be troublesome.
She made a simple and quick dish that the Zhan family children had always loved since they were young – steamed egg custard. She drizzled some sesame oil on it and handed it to Peng Fei.
"It's simple to make, easy to digest, and most importantly, nutritious enough. I used to give it to the young lady and the others as a supplementary food. You can take this to her."
Peng Fei was surprised that people in the city, such wealthy city dwellers, also ate steamed egg custard. He wished he had made it himself.
In the past, when Zhan Jingchun was unwell and bedridden, all the eggs in the house were used to make steamed egg custard for her. Zhan Jingchun would always finish it.
Peng Fei, unnoticed by the wolves, quietly took the bowl upstairs.
Zhan Jingchun's room was easy to find, directly opposite his window, so he found it quickly.
He knocked twice. Soon, her annoyed voice came from inside.
"I'm not eating, I'm not hungry, don't try to persuade me. Tell them to finish eating and leave quickly, they're so noisy."
He had disturbed her. Peng Fei felt very apologetic, but it wasn't appropriate to apologize now.
He stood there and knocked again, his tone muffled. Zhan Jingchun's voice became even more annoyed.
"Who is it? Auntie or Uncle Zhang? Why aren't you speaking? I already said I don't want to go downstairs, I don't want to be with them, stop knocking."
Peng Fei remained silent and continued to knock. Zhan Jingchun finally couldn't stand it and impatiently opened the door.
"I already said... Why are you here?"
After speaking, her gaze shifted downwards, and she saw the steamed egg custard in his hand.
Memories surged back.
Instantly, the days spent at his home, the scenes of Peng Fei doting on her like a servant, squatting in front of her, painstakingly feeding her, feeding her drinks, and coaxing her to be happy, all came flooding back.
To Zhan Jingchun, everything was vivid.
But what about Peng Fei?
Didn't the once loyal servant who professed his love for her and was willing to give his life for her now become a knight for another woman?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The more she thought about it, the less she wanted to see this fickle dog of a man. Zhan Jingchun, filled with rage, pushed the bowl with her hand.
Her intention was to smash the steamed egg custard and then curse Peng Fei thoroughly.
But unexpectedly, the steamed egg custard had just come out of the pot and was so hot. Accidentally touching it with her finger, she immediately let out a scream of pain.
"Ah!"
Peng Fei saw her finger get burned and was startled. He quickly placed the bowl on the ground and reached out to examine her hand.
"Are you alright? How could you be so careless? Are you burned? Let me see."
It was only a brief burn, a few specks of egg custard clinging to her skin, nothing serious.
But Peng Fei still acted as if it were a precious treasure, patiently blowing on it for her.
Seeing his hypocritical demeanor, Zhan Jingchun felt disgusted.
"Let go! Who allowed you to touch me? Who allowed you to come up? Who allowed you to come into my room? You piece of trash, scummy dog of a man, get out!"
Peng Fei hadn't expected that simply saying a few more words while cooking would lead to her despising and scolding him like this.
How much did she despise him?
But he dared not ask.
She was the real daughter; her disdain for him was natural, and it was his honor.
"The steamed egg custard is dirty. I'll go make you another bowl. Don't worry, I won't come into your room. I'll leave it at your doorstep later. You can come out and get it yourself. Be careful when you pick it up, the bowl is hot."
Still acting fake, how disgusting!
Zhan Jingchun hadn't intended to lose her temper, but she really couldn't stand his pretense.
Furious, she kicked the bowl.
"Who cares about steamed egg custard? I won't eat such cheap and disgusting things!"
"Do you think this is your home? That eggs are the best thing? To try and please me? How ridiculous!"
"I don't want to eat it! Take your bowl and get out! I never want to see you again!"
If she hadn't overheard the auntie downstairs saying she liked steamed egg custard, Peng Fei would have felt awkward again.
At this moment, he was simply confused.
The auntie had clearly said she liked steamed egg custard, so why was she denying it?
"Chun Chun..."
"Chun my head! Is my name something you can call me? I told you to get out, didn't you hear? Get out!"
As she spoke, Zhan Jingchun, still not feeling satisfied, forcefully pushed him.
Peng Fei stumbled back, unprepared, and his hand hit the wall.
The wound that had just begun to coagulate immediately reopened.