Darn it, this kind of maid is the worst at sneaking food Do you even know there's a thief in the house

Outside the entrance of Blue Sky Kindergarten in Dahai City.

Many cars were parked in front of the school, with traffic police on duty maintaining order. Inside, the teachers were methodically guiding the children out of the kindergarten.

"Slow down, don't fall."

"Goodbye, teacher..."

"See you tomorrow, teacher."

"Xiao Hong, wait for me! I want to show you my treasure. Xiao Hong, wait for me!"

The little nephew was being a simp again, his voice audible even from a distance. Tang Yuyao sat in the car across the street, resting her chin on one hand as she watched her nephew grovel.

A disdainful smirk curled at the corner of her mouth.

"Tch, little kids." Tang Yuyao exuded laziness from head to toe. It was yet another laid-back day for her—she had slept soundly at her brother's company until afternoon and came to pick up her nephew. Who knew he'd still be this pathetic? No ambition at all!

"Pfft, what a disgrace to the Tang family." She clicked her tongue, rolled down the car window, and waved at her nephew, who was still entangled with some little girl at the school gate.

"Xiaobao, get over here!"

Her tone carried exasperation. Being a simp ran in the family; her brother used to be one, and now it was his son's turn.

Hearing her voice, the little nephew instinctively looked back. In that moment, when he turned around again, Xiao Hong had already disappeared, walking off with Xiaoming from the neighboring class.

No!!!

The little nephew, utterly crushed and devastated, trudged back to the car like a zombie and sat there motionless, like a statue.

Tang Yuyao: "..."

"Isn't that a bit much, kid?" She twitched her lips, baffled by how early kids these days matured. They’d barely ditched diapers and were already obsessing over this stuff?

"That Xiao Hong you're into doesn't seem like a good person to me," she said, judging as an aunt.

The little nephew sighed. "Auntie, you just don't get it."

"I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, and you dare say I don't get it?" Tang Yuyao arched her brows, puffing herself up like an old hand.

The little nephew glanced at her and shook his head. "That just means you eat a lot of salt, Auntie. But you should watch out—too much salt can cause thyroid swelling, and then you'll get hyperthyroidism..."

Tang Yuyao: "???"

A massive question mark seemed to hover over her head. She shot up from the back seat, staring at her nephew in disbelief. Damn it, where did this brat learn all this weird stuff? Kids today were absolutely not cute!

Sensing the faint but genuine murderous intent radiating from his aunt, the little nephew wisely decided to back down.

"Auntie, what I meant was, take care of yourself... ugh..."

Hearing this soft apology, Tang Yuyao’s expression softened. She crossed her arms and said, "Since you're being sincere, you can ask me anything. I’ll tell you what I know."

"Forget it, Auntie. This isn’t really your strong suit."

"How do you know I can’t do it if you don’t even ask!" Tang Yuyao frowned, looking defiant.

The little nephew thought for a moment and finally spoke up. "Auntie, what can I do to make Xiao Hong like me? Is there anything I need to improve? Why am I worse than that guy?"

Tang Yuyao looked at her chubby-cheeked nephew, then recalled Xiao Hong and Xiaoming leaving through another school exit. Those two actually looked like a perfect match, while her well-fed nephew was just hopping around, singing and dancing...

Ahem, but since he was her own nephew, she decided to let the harsh truth slide and offered a gentler response.

"Xiaobao, life is long. This is nothing. The right people will come later. When you've weathered some storms and look back, you’ll see it’s all trivial..."

"I don't get it, Auntie. I just want Xiao Hong. Plus, if I wait till I’m your age to find someone, I’ll be an old bachelor," the little nephew shook his head and sighed.

Tang Yuyao: "???"

I can't take this anymore!!!

She finally broke down under the barrage of "childish innocence." She flipped her nephew over and delivered a swift ten-count smack. The car was filled with a "joyful atmosphere"—though exactly who was joyful was unclear.

Definitely not the little nephew, who was now crying and clutching his little bottom...

The car slowly pulled up to the entrance of the Dahai City Noble Academy.

"Wait here for a bit," Tang Yuyao said.

"Yes, Miss," the driver replied, turning off the engine and waiting quietly.

Tang Yuyao picked up her phone to message Ye Cheng, while her nephew sobbed on the sidelines like a wronged little bride, muttering, "So unfair, so unfair."

"Damn it, what is that guy up to? Why won’t he reply?" She gritted her teeth, staring at her many unread messages, and planned to call him if he didn’t respond soon. They still had dinner plans today.

Suddenly, she spotted a familiar figure in the car’s rearview mirror: a small electric scooter with someone in the back whom she recognized.

The Head Maid was driving the scooter, carrying Ye Cheng. They stopped at the school entrance, spoke briefly, and then headed toward the nearest market.

Tang Yuyao: "???"

"Follow them." She pointed ahead and gave the order.

The driver nodded, started the car quickly, and tailed them skillfully, keeping a safe distance and using other vehicles as cover. Money well spent!

They ended up parked one after another at the market entrance.

The Head Maid took off her cap, placed it on the scooter, and the two walked into the market.

"Auntie, it looks like the uncle-in-law is cheating," the little nephew said with a sniff, sounding innocent.

Tang Yuyao: "..."

No kidding, I’m not blind.

But honestly, this was heartbreaking—she’d never even had him, so how could it be called cheating? She had no standing to confront him... Wait, no: she had paid him, so she was officially his girlfriend. How could she have no standing?

With that thought, Tang Yuyao perked up, radiating "main wife" energy as she prepared to catch the cheaters, dragging her nephew along.

The little nephew: "???"

"Auntie, what are you doing? My butt hurts..."

If you don’t want to keep hurting, you’d better shut up,” Tang Yuyao said calmly.

The little nephew: “…”

The world isolates me, letting it mock me… The little nephew’s iconic theme song played on.

The most evil person in the world was his aunt. Once he left her, he realized the outside world didn’t have any rain at all…

At the market.

“No way, old man, these tomatoes are clearly artificially ripened and were picked at least two days ago, yet you’re still charging this price. The lady next door’s tomatoes look way fresher and juicier than yours…”

Ye Cheng stood in front of two neighboring vegetable stalls, trying to stir up a conflict between the two elderly vendors.

The result? Quite successful.

With just a few simple words, the old man and woman were already cursing each other’s ancestors. “He’s lying to you—her veggies are three days old, stored longer than yours.”

Ye Cheng cheerfully watched the drama unfold from the sidelines.

Head Maid: “…”

The Head Maid sighed. It looked like this would take a while, so she went over to the fruit section to pick out a few suitable papayas.

Today’s ingredients were used up, and she needed to prepare for tomorrow. Fruits and vegetables really had to be bought fresh daily—storing them too long made them lose a lot of nutrients.

This was also one of the required courses for a professional maid: nutrition planning.

Not far from them, the little nephew stood in front of the pork stall. The pork hanging overhead smacked him right in the face, making him feel like he, too, had turned into a pig’s head hanging on a hook.

The little nephew: “…”

“Aunt, how about we stake out somewhere else? I feel like this pig keeps staring at me,” the little nephew said, gulping as he stared at the massive pig’s head, a little freaked out.

Tang Yuyao was too busy squatting there, absorbed in the scene, to bother with the little nephew. She grabbed two carrots from the bag beside her and tossed them at him.

“Shut up.”

The little nephew: “…”

Who in their right mind eats raw carrots…

A moment later, the little nephew finished the first carrot and reached into the bag for another. Mmm, good. Loved it.

A true strong person doesn’t complain about the environment!

“So this is the one calling him Xiaxia…” Tang Yuyao narrowed her eyes, carefully studying the Head Maid, who was nearby picking out papayas.

Every “Xiaxia” made Tang Yuyao’s fists clench. Turns out, the real nuisance wasn’t that pink-haired brat, but the scheming Head Maid by his side!

Damn it, the TV dramas were right—guard against outsiders, guard against family, but the craftiest thief is the one inside the house. This kind of maid sneaks the worst bites!

Click!

Quietly, Tang Yuyao snapped several photos of the Head Maid, planning to study them later. Know your enemy, know yourself, and you’ll never lose…

Unlike the others who had shown up, the Head Maid’s presence gave Tang Yuyao a sense of crisis she’d never felt before. First, the Head Maid looked around her age.

Of course, in some areas, she herself was still a bit bigger.

Ahem.

Second, the Head Maid was good-looking, with a certain charm in her voice—clearly not your run-of-the-mill maid. This kind of maid sneaks the worst bites!

Third…

Most of these random standards were just Tang Yuyao’s imagination. The Head Maid’s voice had no so-called “charm” at all; her face was as cold as ice.

If anything, you could almost hear her saying, “You piece of trash, what are you looking at?”—something that cutting.

Only when speaking to Ye Cheng did her attitude soften compared to everyone else. That bit of softness, in Tang Yuyao’s perspective, automatically turned into “charm.”

Damn it, this kind of maid sneaks the worst bites!

You stupid little pink-haired brat, what are you doing? There’s a thief in the house, and you don’t even know it!

The little nephew: “Chew, chew, chew…”

Carrots, good. Loved them…

Soon, an even more infuriating scene played out. The Head Maid bought a few big papayas and, unable to carry them all, asked Ye Cheng to help. In the process, she “accidentally” brushed against him a little, leaning on him.

Tang Yuyao: “!!!”

Damn it, this dead maid—does she not have any bones in her body?!