little master

nine.

The first meeting passed just like that. I managed to get through and kept my job. I thought I should be fine, but I never thought that the more difficult thing was yet to come.

This young master is really too difficult to serve.

He used to live outside alone, but now that I have become a 24-hour personal bodyguard, I naturally have to live in too.

Before going in, the driver told me that because the young master didn't like crowds, the previous nanny and housekeeper couldn't stay here for three days before being kicked out. I was the first one to be admitted in person, so I had to work hard.

I was flattered, and suddenly felt that the burden on my shoulders was a lot heavier.

So since then, as a bodyguard, I also have to work part-time as a cook, aunt, cleaner, deliverer, courier, janitor and alarm clock.

I recalled the meaningful look in the driver's eyes before he left, it was really sinister.

Just such a cross-field and multi-habitat development has already exhausted me enough, and the biggest variable is the young master, who explodes from time to time and gives new stimulation anytime and anywhere.

He was in the third year of high school, and the apartment was a 10-minute drive from the school. When he arrived at school before seven o'clock, I had to prepare breakfast and wake him up at six o'clock.

Breakfast is easy to make, but the hard part is waking him up to eat.

It was only on the first day when I lived here that I realized that a person's aura can be so terrifying when he wakes up, and he can attack indiscriminately within a radius of ten meters. If the object in his hand is not a pillow but some sharp weapon, I'm afraid I will be able to splatter blood on the spot.

It can't be too scary.

It took me more than ten minutes just to wake him up. In the end, all the dolls on the quilt, pillow, and bed were thrown all over the floor. Seeing that he had nothing to move, I dared to go over and pick him up when he was unaware. Go to the bathroom, wipe his face with a wet towel before he reacts, put away the toiletries for him and slip away immediately.

He didn't wake up until the electric toothbrush was stuck in his mouth, and then he heard a "roll" full of breath.

It is conceivable that if I am one step late, I may not be in this world anymore.

But the test doesn't stop there.

Coaxing him to eat is also a skill.

I was not familiar with the operation on the first day, thinking that what I made might be too shabby, so I went outside and bought one, two drawers of buns, one egg dumpling, and two bowls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

The taste of this restaurant is well-known far and near, at least I tasted very good.

But he can't.

From the moment he saw the things on the table, the disgust in the eyes of this little ancestor never stopped.

Baozi took a bite and said that the meat was not fresh, the egg dumplings were too oily, and why there was coriander in the preserved egg porridge.

In the end, I talked about it and picked out all the coriander in the porridge, so he reluctantly drank it.

The moment I saw the bottom of the bowl was empty, I almost wanted to kneel down for him.

It's so rare.

I was so moved that tears filled my eyes, and I ate up all the buns he had bitten by the way.

He also frowned and emphasized: "That's what I ate!"

I said it's okay, I don't despise you.

"But I despise you."

"..."

When I finally sent him to school, I watched him walk into the school gate, slumped on the driver's seat and didn't want to move.

Life is fucking hard.