A dreamless night.
Lin Wannian woke up to the sound of his cell phone alarm.
Although the original owner abused Sang Shiyan's food, he still had to cook on time and pretend to cook, so as not to be fired by his boss.
Sang Shiyan checked his account and found only 200 yuan, which triggered the original owner's memory.
The owner of the house would give the original owner 100,000 yuan on time every month, and specifically asked the original owner to take good care of Sang Shiyan's diet and health. Then the original owner secretly transferred the money away to pay off the debt, but there were still 7 days left until the end of the month.
The original owner's parents, one loves to play mahjong, and the other loves to send money to the anchor online, and they even take out loans to give rewards.
Their two elders died in a car accident, and the debt of one million yuan fell on Lin Wannian.
Because the original owner’s name was written on their debt repayment form.
The original owner's parents didn't care about the old house and fields in their village, they just wanted money.
The unscrupulous parents died, and the original owner, as their son, was burdened with debts.
The original owner was a graduate of an ordinary university, neither a famous one nor a prestigious one. During college, he was busy working part-time to pay off his debts and had no time to take care of his studies. He majored in home economics, and during his internship, because he didn't understand it, he signed a three-year fixed contract with a housekeeping company. No matter how much money the buyer paid, he could only get 3,000 yuan a month.
Under such a humiliating situation, even an honest person would be driven crazy.
The original owner took Sang Shiyan's things and quietly pawned them for more than half a million yuan. Adding that to the debt he had paid off during his four years of college, he only had another 400,000 yuan left to pay off the debt.
Knowing that he had a debt of 400,000 yuan, Lin Wannian was not calm. Pay off the debt? He was dying, what debt was there for him to pay off?
But I really have no money.
In his later years, Lin had to rely on this 200 yuan to survive the week.
He and Sang Shiyan.
Lin, who was in a serious financial crisis in his old age, looked at the 200 yuan in his hand and realized that he could not order takeout and had to cook for himself.
This is when Xiaohongshu comes into play.
#How to survive for 7 days with 200 yuan and cook luxurious meals.
This is not a problem for Lin Laonian.
Buy buns from the bun stall downstairs.
In the middle of the round plate were the cut dough sticks, with chocolate lines drawn around them and a broccoli on top.
Make the one-dollar fried dough sticks look like those in Michelin restaurants that cost hundreds or even thousands of dollars.
Ten dumplings for five yuan are served on two plates, and with the decorations, it looks a bit too much.
Then use the kitchen bread slices, add lettuce and a slice of bacon to make a sandwich.
Lin Wannian took photos to send to Sang Shiyan's mother and waited for Sang Shiyan to come out.
Sang Shiyan came out of the bedroom and walked to the living room. On the dining table was breakfast served on a white plate. It was placed a little crooked, but the overall look was very rich?
Lin Wannian, who had been angry with him, was wearing a chef's uniform and had a standard smile on his face. When he saw Sang Shiyan coming, he bent down and opened his hand: "Master, please have dinner."
Sang Shiyan's expression twitched. He could only say that his behavior last night scared Lin Wannian, and now he was busy making up for it.
Humph, he wanted to see how long Lin Wannian could last.
Sang Shiyan walked up.
Lin Wannian pulled out a chair with a smile and asked Sang Shiyan to sit down.
Under his gaze, Sang Shiyan picked up the cup and took a sip.
It's soy milk.
He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of fried dough sticks that had been cut into small pieces.
“It tastes better when dipped in soy milk.” In his later years, Lin launched soy milk in flat round cups.
Sang Shiyan didn't say anything, but did it anyway.
He was very quiet and didn't ask anything.
After lunch, Sang Shiyan returned to the study room to read.
Lin Wannian cleaned up the dishes and ate the dumplings that Sang Shiyan hadn't finished in the kitchen.
Let’s start cherishing food from ourselves.
Sang Shiyan stood at the door, staring coldly at the figure wolfing down the food in the kitchen.
Lunch.
In his later years, Lin continued to cook in the Michelin style, with the main ingredients being vegetables, eggs and noodles.
Sang Shiyan likes to eat noodles. Lin Wannian really likes this villain’s hobby: he likes to eat noodles. That’s simple.
Go to Meituan Youxuan and buy five packs of turkey noodles for 8 yuan. New customers can get a discount of 5 yuan.
He also bought some potatoes and some vegetables that were on sale for one dollar that day. Sang Shiyan had a small appetite, so two hundred dollars was more than enough for just seven days.
Lin didn't want to cook in his later years, but that didn't mean he couldn't cook. It's just that if he could avoid cooking, he definitely wouldn't cook.
He had no choice but to do it because of the situation.
His family situation in modern times is different from that of the original owner, so he cannot understand the original owner's sadness, but they all come from the village, so he is lucky. He is still supported by his parents, who support him to adjust for a year before looking for a job, instead of being like other people who, after graduation, just want to be employed and have food to eat, no matter how much the monthly salary is.
It’s a pity that I can’t see them again, but it’s also a good thing as it relieves their burden.
Lin was quite open-minded in his later years and no longer thought about the past.
Sang Shiyan studies in the morning and afternoon. He goes to the study room on time every time. If his tutor is not there, he studies by himself.
While Master Sang was studying, Lin started his day's work in his later years, mopping the floor, washing clothes, and preparing meals.
Sang Shiyan's bedroom is simple and the floor is clean.
Lin Wannian mopped the floor hastily, walked to the bathroom, picked up the clothes from the basket, put them into the washing machine and poured in the detergent.
There is a special drying room on the first floor.
While hanging the clothes to dry, Lin Wannian lifted up Sang Shiyan's underwear and measured it a few times with his fingers.
Tsk tsk a few times, I didn't expect this guy to be so important.
In his later years, Lin was diligent, quiet, and unusually content.
The day passed quickly.
night.
After a busy day, Nanny Lin fell asleep immediately after lying on the bed.
After he fell asleep, the door was opened.
Sang Shiyan walked to the bedside and looked at the young man who kicked off the quilt and slept in an unrestrained manner.
The curtains were open, and the moonlight from outside shone in, shining on this feminine face. The bangs were slightly tilted to the side, revealing the whole face, adding a touch of charm.
It looks pretty good.
I don’t know what he looks like when he cries?
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