Transmigrated into a child bride, she punishes scumbags, raises children, and marries a soldier.

The next morning, Zhou Chuan set off for her employer's house early; after all, it was her first day of work, and she needed to arrive early. She figured Commander Xiao would be waiting for her with a serious expression, giving her instructions on things to be careful about, such as not eating cilantro or ginger, and being rather particular about the saltiness of the food...

People with eccentric temperaments usually have unusual hobbies that are very different from those of ordinary people, and they also have some quirks that are hard to explain. Shouldn't these be explained clearly on the first day?

Zhou Chuan was on high alert, constantly rehearsing the difficulties he might encounter along the way. For example, he would rattle off a long string of words and then turn around and ask her to repeat them... She definitely wouldn't be able to repeat them.

For example, if you ask a northerner to cook overly sweet southern dishes every day... she doesn't know how to cook, and she's not good at it...

These are just the things she can remember; there must be many more she can't recall. In short, this person is such a troublesome person; no wonder no one likes her.

Zhou Chuan arrived at Xiao Beichen's house with trepidation. She knocked on the door, but no one answered. She knocked again, but still no one answered. In the end, she had to open the door herself with her key, and things didn't go smoothly at first.

The room was empty, seemingly deserted. Well, no one was in the main room, because she soon heard a child crying upstairs.

Zhou Chuan quickly glanced around the corners of the first floor. There was no one there. The layout of the first floor was very simple. Besides the maid's room, there was another room. The door was closed, and Zhou Chuan didn't know what was inside.

The rest was the kitchen, dining room, and living room, all laid out clearly. There was definitely no one on the first floor. She wondered what that Commander Xiao was up to.

She followed the sound of crying upstairs, gradually pinpointing the specific door. Upon opening it, she saw a tiny baby struggling and crying in the small crib.

Zhou Chuan looked around, unsure where to begin. She wished someone could give her specific instructions, such as where the diapers were, where the formula was, and if there were any health restrictions for the baby...

The child was crying loudly, so Zhou Chuan had to temporarily put aside her own thoughts. She gently touched the area under the child's bottom and found it was wet. She quickly withdrew her hand and shook it vigorously for a while...

Sigh, it's like going back to square one overnight!

Zhou Chuan found a clean cloth, which looked like a diaper, and changed the baby. He then pulled out the wet mattress, found a blanket from the cabinet to put underneath, and after finishing everything, he stood by and comforted the baby until he saw her lying on the bed enjoying herself. Only then did he prepare to go downstairs to make breakfast.

She picked up the wet diaper and blanket from the ground, intending to wash them later. Just as she stood up, she suddenly saw the little boy standing at the door again.

Zhou Chuan patted his chest: "You just stood there without saying a word, trying to scare me to death!" Knowing he wouldn't speak, she picked up the diaper and went downstairs; she hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

The little boy watched Zhou Chuan walk downstairs and silently followed.

Seeing him following behind, Zhou Chuan couldn't help but nag, "You don't go to school every day, and you never go out. Don't you get bored hiding at home like this?"

Continue not to speak.

Zhou Chuan glanced back at him. The little guy was quite composed. She continued to nag, "Your sister was crying so loudly just now, why didn't you go and check on her?"

Continue not to speak.

Zhou Chuan continued nagging, "Where did your dad go? This is my first day working here, and I don't know anything about your family's situation. You didn't even tell me. I'm completely clueless and don't know where to start."

"How long has it been since your previous nanny left? Why is your house so dirty?"

"Hey, where's your toilet?"

"How do you wash your clothes? Your sister wets the bed, it's not right to wash them with clothes that haven't been wet yet. Don't you wet the bed? I've heard some little boys still wet the bed when they're over ten years old..."

"What's your name? How old are you? Your dad said you're eleven, but you don't look like it. I think you're at most eight. Hmm, no, eight is a bit young. Nine? Are you only nine?"

"Are you your father's biological child? Or were you his older brother's son, but his older brother died unexpectedly, and then you became his son...?"

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything? You can't do this. You'll never be able to get a wife if you keep going like this."

Zhou Chuan talked until his mouth was dry, but the little guy remained unmoved and didn't respond to a word. Zhou Chuan thought it was more important to fill his stomach first, so he went to rummage through the drawers and cabinets looking for food: "Where did you put your rice and flour?" The last sentence was purely Zhou Chuan talking to himself.

After a long silence, the little boy finally responded: "That's my food!"