The next morning, when Yun Qing got up, it was already broad daylight.

Sunlight streamed onto the bedside table, illuminating Yun Qing's exquisite face.

Yun Qing opened her sleepy eyes and let out a big yawn.

After washing up, she went downstairs to have breakfast.

Everyone in the family went out. He Yao was teaching at the village primary school, Yun's parents were receiving guests at the guesthouse, Yun Xiao was driving a truck to the city to buy goods, and Yun Yu was helping out at the restaurant.

Yunqing took a sandwich from the refrigerator and was about to put it in her mouth.

"Stop!" A person suddenly rushed out of the kitchen: "Eating this in the morning is unhealthy. I made millet porridge, sit down and have some."

After the sandwich was taken away, Yun Qing realized that she had picked up a person yesterday and left them at home.

With food readily available, Yun Qing didn't complain about anything and obediently sat at the table waiting to be fed, just as Shen Huai had instructed.

Shen Huai, wearing a brightly colored apron, quickly brought breakfast to the table.

Looking at his attire, Yun Qing teased, "This outfit suits you quite well."

The Yun family had a royal chef in their ancestry who left behind a recipe book, which was said to be passed down only to sons, generation after generation, until this rule was abolished.

However, the tradition of the Yun family men cooking has been preserved.

Whether they are men or sons-in-law in the Yun family, they must learn to cook a few dishes from the recipes before getting married.

The Yun family usually has the father and two sons taking turns cooking, and the aprons are naturally bought according to their size and aesthetic preferences.

The bad news is that they have no aesthetic sense, but the good news is that Shen Huai has a very good aesthetic sense, and he managed to make this ugly apron look decent, giving him a rather married-looking appearance.

"I've probably never cooked before, so I'm a bit inexperienced. Why don't you try it and see how it tastes?"

Looking at the breakfast on the table, Yun Qing felt there was no need to try it. Millet porridge, boiled eggs, and bread slices—what culinary skills or taste could these three things possibly have?

However, she didn't say anything to dampen Shen Huai's enthusiasm. A servant who is agreeable needs to be trained. If he doesn't know how, he can learn. At least his attitude is sincere.

After quietly finishing a bland breakfast, Yun Qing went into the kitchen, took out the Yun family's ancestral recipe, and handed it to Shen Huai.

“These are our family’s ancestral recipes, and all the men in the family are required to learn them. Although we don’t know how long you’ll be staying here, the traditions can’t be changed, so you can pick a few dishes to learn.”

Little did he know, Shen Huai's ears and neck turned red immediately upon hearing these words.

She thought to herself: She said all the men in the family should learn this, does that mean she already considers me her future husband?

Isn't this a bit too fast? Wouldn't it seem too unreserved to agree so easily? But if I don't agree, Yun Qing will definitely be angry.

Shen Huai couldn't help but let his mind wander, but Yun Qing didn't notice and continued counting on her fingers.

"My favorite dishes are sweet and sour pork, braised pork ribs, boiled fish... As my servant, you should naturally prioritize my preferences, so you should learn these dishes first."

From that day on, similar scenes played out every day in the Yun family.

Yun Qing was like a harsh slave owner, and Shen Huai was her exploited slave, constantly being ordered around until his feet barely touched the ground. Sometimes even the Yun family couldn't stand it anymore.

However, Shen Huai seemed to be enjoying himself. As time went on, everyone gradually figured it out. It was a case of one willing to give and the other willing to receive, and no one else could interfere.

Human potential is truly limitless. Shen Huai, a pampered young master who never lifted a finger, was trained by Yun Qing to be equally adept in the living room and the kitchen in just one week.

Upon seeing this, He Yao sincerely gave Yun Qing a thumbs up: "Little sister, you really are amazing!"

She had long noticed that Shen Huai had feelings for Yun Qing, but Yun Qing had been spoiled since childhood and had a rather bad temper, so she was not optimistic about their relationship.

Unexpectedly, Shen Huai was so obedient to Yun Qing. Considering their age difference, it really seemed like a predestined fate.

Yun Qing simply smiled at this, keeping her achievements and fame hidden.

The sister-in-law didn't know that Yun's father, Yun Xiao, and Yun Yu were all raised to be the way they are now by Yun's mother; she was just influenced by what she saw and heard.

Meanwhile, after a week, Lin Yue had won over several strangers and gained some system energy.

Therefore, her system finally located Shen Huai's position.

"So this is where it is." Lin Yue looked at the location on the map and felt a deep sense of irony. In fact, the places she had searched before were already very close to Shen Huai, almost like they were right in front of her.

There happened to be several film crews shooting near the fishing village, so Lin Yue submitted her resume and applied for two small roles. Then she hurriedly packed her things and set off.

As evening fell and the sun cooled down at the beach, Yun Qing took her new follower, Shen Huai, out for a walk.

The sea breeze was cool on their skin, and tourists sat on the beach, eating seafood and drinking beer.

There were also many acrobatic performances and bonfire parties. Shen Huai was worried about being recognized, so he covered himself up tightly, wearing a black baseball cap and a mask.

Aren't you hot like this?

Shen Huai pulled down the brim of his hat: "No, it's windy, so it's quite cool."

"Alright." Seeing that she couldn't reason with him, Yun Qing stopped trying to persuade him and let him be.

However, his attire was quite novel, so Yun Qing beckoned him over: "Come here."

Yun Qing turned on the front-facing camera, rested her head on Shen Huai's shoulder, and pressed the shutter.

Yun Qing was wearing a light green long dress today, which looked fresh and charming, contrasting sharply with Shen Huai's gray suit.

Shen Huai froze the moment Yun Qing approached, remaining motionless. Although she lived by the sea, Yun Qing didn't smell of the sea; instead, she exuded a faint citrus fragrance.

Shen Huai inhaled the sweet fragrance so close to him, and the heat gradually spread from his neck to his face.

Shen Huai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate that he had worn a mask today, otherwise Yun Qing would have noticed that he was blushing.

If that happens, she'll definitely dig deeper and deeper, which is really putting him in a difficult position.

By the time Yun Qing finished taking the photos and posted them on her WeChat Moments, Shen Huai had returned to normal, and no one knew about his earlier embarrassment.

What did you just send?

"See for yourself." Shen Huai opened her WeChat Moments.

The latest one is:

The fairy and her lecherous servant.

[Image included]

"Stealing feelings," Shen Huai thought the description was quite apt, gave it a thumbs up, and casually saved the photo. He really did want to steal her away.

The sun at the beach hadn't completely dissipated yet. Yun Qing opened her bag, took out her sunglasses, and put them on.

The two continued walking, passing a souvenir stall, when suddenly a person rushed out from around the corner and crashed straight into Shen Huai's arms.