Inside the bedroom—

The little nanny Jin Sanshun rolled over the bed and felt that it was empty next to her, so she closed her eyes and reached out to touch her.

"Well, why is there no one?"

The little nanny Kim Sanshun woke up in shock. When she opened her eyes, she saw that she was empty and her mother Park Chun-hwa didn't know where to go.

Little Nanny Jin Sanshun: "..."

He was a little stunned, and then he got up from the bed with a sensation.

She was about to shout loudly, but she saw the door of the room being pushed open with a stubborn sound, and her mother Park Chun-hwa came in with a bowl of soup.

"Mom, where did you go?" Jin Sanshun asked.

"I'm making the soup - try it, how does it taste?" Park Chun-hwa handed the soup to her daughter for her to taste.

Kim Sansun directly picked up the spoon and took a sip, then gave Park Chun-hwa a thumbs up and said, "Say it! This soup is delicious!"

After saying this, Kim Sansun put the soup bowl aside and snuggled in Park Chun-hwa's arms and said, "Mom, you are so nice to me. I made soup for me so early - I love you so much!" After that, he raised his head, clicked and kissed Park Chun-hwa's face.

Park Chunhua: “…”

The daughter was caught off guard and said quickly, "Ahem, this I... I made this soup for President Song to drink, just to let you taste it - he got drunk last night."

Kim Sansun: “…”

Before I could figure out how Park Chunhua was so nice to Song Zhichao, I immediately seemed to remember something.

"What? President Song came back last night?"

"Yes, I came back at about two last night."

"Why don't you wake me up?"

"I see you are asleep."

"Ahhh, who opened the door for him?"

"Who else, it's me."

"Woooo, then President Song will definitely scold me to death." Jin San said in a crying voice.

She was also very diligent, but as Song Zhichao was old and didn't go home, she became lazy and fished for three days and had two days of drying the net. Therefore, she was often criticized by Song Zhichao.

"No, President Song is very nice. He didn't scold you, just..."

"Just what?"

"Just criticized you."

"How do you criticize?"

"He said you are lazy."

"Uh, what else?"

"You steal his drink."

"Uh, what else?"

"I also secretly used his bathtub."

"Oh my god, he's going to die, he knows it!" Jin Sanshun covered his face and felt ashamed.

"If you don't know what others do, you should be careful in the future!"

"Are you my mom or his mother? Why are you talking to him all?"

"Tsk, what nonsense are you talking about! How old am I? How could it be... maybe that."

In fact, Park Chun-hwa is only in her thirties this year.

She got married early and gave birth to Kim Sansun at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Now she is the most mature and emotional age for a woman. Although she doesn't care that others say she is old, the words made her feel a little uncomfortable when she said it from her daughter. In particular, her daughter also mentioned President Song, saying that she is older than President Song. For some reason, Park Chun-hwa felt even more uncomfortable.

"Ahem, I don't mean that... You know, when you go out with me, people treat us as a pair of sisters, and some even say that you look better than me, have fair skin, and are more delicious... I mean, don't always talk to President Song." Kim Sansun held Park Chun-hwa's hand and shook.

Kim Sansun's words are true. Park Chun-hwa is her mother, but she is only a teenager older than her. Although she is in the countryside of Busan, she is well maintained. Especially Busan women are mostly tanned by the wind and sun when they are close to the beach. Park Chun-hwa is surprisingly fair and delicate, and has a full figure.

In contrast, as long as it is a man, he will feel that the woman Park Chun-hua is more interesting than those little girls' movies.

After hearing the explanation, Park Chun-hwa spat and said, "You, what nonsense! Now we both live in President Song's house. They also pay you a salary and help your sister go to school. So you and I must have a grateful heart and serve them well. Never have some messy thoughts, especially not being lazy and sloppy, as that would be bad!"

"Okay, okay, it's all wrong for me, okay!" Jin Sanshun was afraid of Park Chun-hwa. This mother is good at everything, but she just loves preaching.

"Since that's the case, get up quickly, clean the room, and the courtyard needs to be cleaned."

"Oh my god, can you let me sleep for a little longer? Besides, President Song won't wake up so early." Kim Sansun was about to be lazy, but Park Chun-hwa was pulled out of the quilt.

"After drinking the soup, go out to work!" said Park Chun-hwa.

...

In the bedroom, on the bed—

Song Zhichao woke up in a daze and rubbed his head, and his head hurt a little.

It’s really bad to drink too much, it hurts your body.

He felt a little confused.

It seems like I remember something, but it seems like my head is empty and I don’t think of anything.

But there is one thing he has an impression that last night he scolded the lazy nanny Jin Sanshun.

To be honest, when I first took over the little girl Jin Sanshun, this girl was pretty good, she could endure hardships and was very capable.

But the environment can change a person, especially his rich environment, which makes Kim Sanshun "degenerate".

As far as Song Zhichao knows, the little nanny Kim Sanshun is now living a very bourgeois life.

Whenever she is not at home, she makes facial masks, watch TV, drinks red wine, and occasionally makes some Western food for herself, or even secretly uses her own large bathtub to soak in the petal bath.

Well, actually, these news were heard by Song Zhichao from Han Jiaren.

Han Jiaren also specifically reminded her that she was not exposing anything, nor was she deliberately talking bad things behind her back, but she just couldn't see her and spoke for justice...

But Song Zhichao knew that she was jealous.

No matter what, Song Zhichao also felt it was necessary to teach Jin Sanshun, a little girl.

Unfortunately, I have never had time or chance. I got drunk last night, but he said what he thought, and didn’t know if Kim Sansun was “educated”? What is the attitude of admitting his mistake?

Just as Song Zhichao was thinking about it, he knocked on the door and remembered the voice of the little nanny Jin Sanshun: "President Song, have you woken up? The sobering soup is ready. Do you want to bring you a bowl?"

Song Zhichao: “…”

Sure enough, the little girl changed after criticizing and educating last night.

"Come in!" Song Zhichao got up from the bed, felt a little uncomfortable, so he lay down again.

The door was pushed open, and the little nanny Jin Sanshun looked inside. Seeing that Song Zhichao had really gotten up, she smiled and brought in the sobering soup and said to Song Zhichao: "President Song, I will serve you to drink the soup."

"Uh, it's very good." Song Zhichao felt that the little girl was much more sensible.

So Jin Sansun helped Song Zhichao up, put the pillow under his waist, and personally brought the soup to feed him.

Song Zhichao was already used to this way of enjoying the landlords and old capitalists. He was not very repulsive, so he opened his mouth and tasted the soup.

Originally, he was drunk last night, and his stomach was very uncomfortable and his mouth was even more tasteless, but the soup actually felt instantly appetizing.

Comfortable!

Delicious!

Song Zhichao: "..." He was surprised for a moment, then looked up at Jin Sanshun and said, "This soup is good!"

Jin Sanshun was praised and smiled: "It's good that you like it - come on, President Song, you drink more!" He looked flattering and scooped up the sobering soup and sent it to Song Zhichao's mouth.

Song Zhichao took a few more sips, and suddenly seemed to remember something, stared at Jin Sanshun and said angrily: "Okay, Jin Sanshun, your conscience is very broken..."

Kim Sansun: “…”

He looked confused, wondering why Song Zhichao suddenly got angry.

"Since you can make such a good sober soup, why didn't you give me some drinks before? I criticized you last night and then made it to please me. You are too bad!" Song Zhichao angrily scolded.

Kim Sansun: “…”

How should I explain this? How can I explain it to calm President Song’s anger?

Before Jin Sanshun could figure it out, she heard a "bang" sound, and Song Zhichao's door was pushed open, and then she rushed in and said, "I'm sorry, President Song! This sober soup was not made by Sanshun, it was made by me! Don't blame her, all this is my fault, it's my fault! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

Song Zhichao: “…”

He was also confused, looked at the person coming and pointed at her: "You, Park Chun-hwa? Haven't you returned to Busan?"
Chapter completed!