Zhan Jingchun interrupted her, "No need to explain for him. When he wasn't here before, you always maintained your professional demeanor. Ever since he arrived in the kitchen today, it no longer feels like a kitchen. Auntie, stay away from this kind of unprofessional and malicious trash in the future."
With that, she stomped up the stairs in anger.
Fortunately, a group of boys outside were making a lot of noise, so they didn't notice the commotion here.
Seeing her young lady run off, and the young masters unaware, the auntie patted Peng Fei to comfort him.
"Don't be afraid. Miss has been encountering some troubles lately and isn't in a good mood. She's usually never angry."
"Perhaps she doesn't want to eat today and is just making an excuse. If she doesn't want to eat, so be it. I won't call her. Continue cooking, and after you're done, give it to them. Once they've eaten, you should leave quickly."
Peng Fei was 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 when Zhan Jingchun had yelled at him.
The auntie turned back to clean the vegetables after speaking and saw bloodstains on the cutting board, only then realizing he had injured his hand.
"Oh dear, you've cut your hand. Let me see if it's serious."
Peng Fei hadn't had a chance to look himself. When he looked down now, blood was dripping onto the floor, forming a large patch.
He had been holding his hand in a cupped position while chopping vegetables. Except for his thumb and pinky finger, the other three fingers had deep cuts.
However, his attention wasn't on that at the moment.
"It's nothing, just a small injury."
"It's that deep and you call it a small injury? Look at how much blood is flowing. This knife is very sharp; how could you be so careless? Hurry, hurry, stop what you're doing. I'll ask the butler to find you a medical kit, and you should wrap your hand immediately."
"No need."
He already felt bad enough about bringing the children to freeload and adding to the auntie's workload.
Peng Fei rinsed his hand under the tap, speaking as if he couldn't feel the pain.
"The Chen family has a medical kit. I'll wrap it when I get back. Please, continue cooking."
Seeing his dejected expression after being scolded, the auntie felt a bit guilty and didn't press the matter further.
They silently finished preparing the meal. The auntie brought it to the dining table, and the pack of young wolves swarmed around it.
She urged Peng Fei to eat something as well.
"Don't just stand there foolishly. Go and eat something. Eat quickly and then leave. You're not part of this family anyway, so a few words from Miss won't affect you."
Peng Fei didn't want to eat. He wasn't hungry at all. His mind was filled with the image of Zhan Jingchun refusing to eat, and he was very worried.
"That's what you say. But no matter what, it's wrong for me to have affected Miss's mood."
"Auntie, what does Miss usually like to eat? Could I trouble you to make a portion for me to take to her to ask for forgiveness?"
"My skin is thick, so it doesn't matter. But if I upset her, it would be troublesome."
The auntie thought about it.
Miss was already in a bad mood lately, and if today's events made her even more unhappy, it would be troublesome.
She made a simple and quick dish that the Zhan family children had always loved: steamed eggs, drizzled with a little sesame oil, and handed it to Peng Fei.
"It's easy to make, easy to digest, and most importantly, nutritious enough. I used to make this as a supplementary food for Miss and the others. You can take this to her."
Peng Fei was surprised that people in the city, such wealthy city dwellers, also ate steamed eggs. He wished he had made it himself.
When Zhan Jingchun was bedridden and unwell in the past, the only eggs in the house were used to make steamed eggs for her, and Zhan Jingchun would always finish them.
Peng Fei, unnoticed by the young wolves, quietly carried the bowl upstairs.
Zhan Jingchun's room was easy to identify; it was directly opposite his window. He found it directly.
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 and leave quickly, they're so noisy."
He was disturbing her. Peng Fei felt very apologetic, but this wasn't the right time to apologize.
He stood there, then knocked twice again. Zhan Jingchun's tone became even more impatient.
"Who is it? Auntie or Uncle Zhang? Why aren't you speaking? I already said I don't want to come down, I don't want to be with them, so stop knocking."
Peng Fei remained silent and continued to knock. Zhan Jingchun finally couldn't stand it and impatiently opened the door.
"I said... why are you here?"
After speaking, her gaze shifted down, and she saw the bowl of steamed eggs in his hand.
Memories flooded back.
Instantly, the scenes of him acting like a servant in her house, squatting in front of her, painstakingly feeding her, giving her drinks, and coaxing her to be happy, all floated to the surface.
For Zhan Jingchun, everything was vivid.
But for Peng Fei?
Wasn't the loyal servant who once swore he loved her and would give his life for her now a knight to 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 slapped the bowl.
Her intention was to smash the steamed eggs and then scold Peng Fei fiercely.
However, she didn't expect that the steamed eggs had just come out of the pot and were so hot. She accidentally poked her finger into the bowl, and the sudden burn made her scream.
"Ah!"
Seeing her finger get burned, Peng Fei was startled. He quickly put the bowl down 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, with some egg residue sticking to it, and it wasn't serious.
But Peng Fei still patiently blew on her hand as if she were his darling.
Seeing his hypocritical demeanor, Zhan Jingchun felt disgusted.
"Let go! Who allowed you to touch me? Who allowed you to come up here? Who allowed you to enter my room? You trash, scumbag, dog man, get out!"
Peng Fei hadn't expected to be disliked and cursed at so much just for saying a few extra words while cooking.
How much did she despise him?
But he dared not ask.
She was the true daughter of the family; it was only right for her to dislike him. It was his honor.
"The steamed eggs are dirty. I'll go and make you another bowl. Don't worry, I won't enter your room. I'll leave it at the door for you later. Be careful when you take it; the bowl is hot."
Still acting hypocritical, isn't that disgusting?
Zhan Jingchun hadn't intended to lose her temper, but she couldn't stand his pretense any longer.
In anger, she kicked the bowl.
"Who cares about steamed eggs? I would never eat such cheap and disgusting things!"
"Do you think this is your home? That eggs are the most precious thing? That you're trying to appease me with them? It's simply laughable!"
"I'm not eating! Take your bowl and get out! I never want to see you again!"
If he hadn't overheard the auntie downstairs saying she liked steamed eggs, Peng Fei would have felt embarrassed again.
At this moment, he was just confused.
The auntie clearly said she liked steamed eggs, so why didn't she admit it?
"Chun Chun..."
"Chun your 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 satisfied with venting her anger, shoved him forcefully.
Peng Fei, caught off guard, stumbled back a step, his hand hitting the wall.
The wound that had just begun to congeal immediately split open again.