Early in the morning, as soon as I left my room, I saw Liang Hong sitting upright in the living room.

　　'You woke up so late.

　　Look at the time.

　　Are you trying to starve me to death?' he said to me with a reproachful tone.

　　'What?' I pretended to be confused on the surface but understood instantly.

　　He's starting again, and this time he's taking the initiative.

　　'Are you stupid? Make me breakfast.

　　I am the master of this house, and you are the maid.

　　Hurry up!' he exclaimed.

　　'Oh, okay.' Seeing that I didn't object, he was somewhat surprised, and his tense body visibly relaxed.

　　Of course, I knew what he was thinking.

　　If I were to hit him, he would lose face, especially with Yang Qing, his little mistress, watching on the surveillance.

　　I silently cooked a bowl of noodles and placed it on the table.

　　His face turned extremely ugly.

　　The clear soup noodles were filled with coriander and scallions, and there was not a single piece of meat.

　　It was deliberate on my part."

　　Liang Hong hates coriander and green onions the most, and loves meat the most.

　　He yelled at me angrily, "What did you cook? Who told you to add coriander and green onions, and not even a piece of meat? How do you do things? Redo it!" I pretended to be wronged and said, "Sir, it was clearly you who said last night that you wanted more coriander and green onions for breakfast today, without meat.

　　You can't blame me just because you are sick..." Liang Hong choked for a moment and then denied, "I never said that.

　　Stop talking nonsense and re-make it quickly!" I sighed, "If you have a disease and can't remember, I don't blame you.

　　But I can't tolerate being wrongly accused.

　　I won't do it anymore." "What do you mean?" "I want to resign." I turned around and was about to walk towards the door, but Liang Hong stopped me.

　　He seemed a little nervous and said, "No, it's...

　　my fault.

　　I always forget due to my illness.

　　Don't be like me.

　　Stay and continue working." "But I hold a grudge, unless you eat the noodles." Liang Hong: "..." I watched him eat the noodles like a loser and couldn't help but sneer in my heart.

　　Of course, he wouldn't let me leave.

　　After all, he hadn't let his young mistress from his family see me being treated like a servant.

　　I have to say, it feels great to see Liang Hong being humiliated early in the morning.

　　Perhaps it was to get back at me for making him wash my feet before.

　　Liang Hong raised his feet, crossed his arms, and gestured with his chin, "Bring a basin of water over to wash my feet." I spread out my palms to him and said, "I see that there is still a lot of coriander left.

　　Shall we make dumplings instead? Are you sure you want me to wash your feet?" Liang Hong looked at my hand covered in coriander crumbs and showed a disgusted expression on his face.

　　He pinched his nose and asked me to get away quickly.

　　Just then, a delivery call came, so I went downstairs to pick up the package.

　　I hummed a tune while opening the package in front of Liang Hong.

　　When a brand-new LV bag appeared in front of him, he became furious.

　　"Where did you get the money to buy a bag? Did you steal money from our house? "How much salary does a maid like you earn in a month? Can you afford this bag? "You can't take this bag away!" Listen, someone is overacting.

　　When he reached out to grab my bag, I held onto it tightly.

　　I smiled sweetly at him and said, "Sir, you forgot again.

　　This bag is the one you bought for me." "What? How is that possible? Why would I buy such an expensive bag for you!" Yeah, he wouldn't buy an expensive bag for me.

　　He would only buy one for his young mistress from his family.

　　I remember one time on my birthday, we were shopping together and happened to see a bag that I liked.

　　But before we even entered the store, Liang Hong pulled me away.

　　He said that gifting a bag is tacky and that he wanted to give me a unique gift.

　　He took me to a roadside barbecue stall, where he arranged chicken skewers into a heart shape and placed a candle in the middle.

　　He affectionately told me that he had prepared it carefully, and that every piece of chicken was skewered by him personally.

　　The owner of the barbecue stall chimed in, saying how lucky I was to have such a good man, and so on.

　　It was obviously so insincere, but I was moved.

　　Love's filter is so terrifying.

　　Thinking about this incident makes my blood pressure rise, and I almost got angry with my past self.

　　Later, I saw that bag in Yang Qing's social media post, with the caption saying, "I just mentioned it, and he bought it for me." At that time, I didn't think much of it, but now I really want to slap my past self.

　　It was so obvious, but I didn't realize it.

　　Lost in my thoughts, I looked at Liang Hong, who had a furious expression on his face.

　　I put on a look of grievances and said, "It was you who said I did a good job and rewarded me with a bag.

　　You even said that my monthly salary is so little.

　　If it wasn't you who bought it for me, then who else could it be?" Liang Hong was momentarily speechless.

　　I smiled and forcefully pulled the bag towards me, then entered the room with it.

　　In front of the dressing mirror, I tried on the bag and deliberately positioned it towards the direction of the camera they had installed.

　　After a while, I heard Liang Hong on the phone outside.

　　It was a low-volume conversation, where I could hear people talking but couldn't make out the words clearly.

　　I could vaguely catch a few words.

　　"...It wasn't me...I didn't buy it..." "...Okay okay...I'll buy it for you..." "...Expensive, expensive..." Indeed, someone couldn't sit still.

　　I sneered inwardly.

　　It seems like it's time for a stronger measure.