Living With My Yandere Professor

"Little Scar, who is this?" Janet asked, looking at Andrew.

"His name is Andrew, he’s my student. He wanted to visit the capital for a couple of days, so I brought him along," Scarlett replied calmly.

Janet couldn’t help but smile upon hearing her answer.

Andrew’s identity wasn’t important; what mattered was that he was a boy her granddaughter brought back.

In Janet’s memory, ever since the family had a change of circumstances, her Little Scar smiled much less, didn’t make friends, and was wary of almost all men.

But with Andrew, Little Scar not only showed no wariness but also brought him along to visit her.

It seemed their relationship was quite unusual.

Meanwhile hearing her answer, Andrew hesitation vanished for a little, it was not he was not ready to answer them, when she would introduce him as her boyfriend, but still he was a little hesitant.

Seeing Janet’s gaze on him, Andrew quickly greeted, "Hello, Grandma."

Then he turned to look at Rockson, who was staring at him, and prepared to greet him too, but he still didn’t know how to address him.

Calling him ’Uncle’ felt a bit inappropriate. Forget it, I’ll just follow Scarlett’s lead, that should be fine. "Uh... Uncle... Hello, Uncle."

Scarlett couldn’t help but glance at Andrew after hearing his words: Is this Little Fellow so nervous his brain broke again?

However, Rockson didn’t seem to hear it, still scrutinizing Andrew, thinking to himself: How did this brat get to my family’s cabbage?

Janet responded with a beaming smile, "Hello, Little Drew."

Then she glared directly at Rockson, who was still appraising Andrew.

That authoritative gaze, instantly made Rockson retract his scrutinizing look and greet them with a smile, inviting them inside.

"Ah haha, come in quickly, just in time for dinner."

At this moment, Andrew seemed to realize where Scarlett’s terrifyingly stern demeanor came from when she was angry.

The four of them sat around a square table, one on each side.

Rockson brought over the fork, spoon, knife and said with a smile to Scarlett, "Little Scar, I recently learned a few new dishes from my chef friend. Try them and see how they taste."

Scarlett didn’t answer directly; instead, she picked up her spoon and took a bite. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"How is it? Pretty good, right?" Rockson was already full of anticipation, waiting for praise.

"Average."

"Wha... what?" Rockson’s expression instantly froze.

And Scarlett repeated coolly, "Average."

"And your friend’s restaurant doesn’t make very good food, so you shouldn’t bother learning from him."

It was even worse than the oatmeal and eggs Andrew casually made.

Scarlett didn’t say the latter half of the sentence, to prevent her uncle from becoming depressed from the blow.

But Rockson was deeply struck, his mood immediately plummeting to rock bottom.

He had spent over a month learning these cooking skills, and to be so disliked by his niece was truly heartbreaking.

Andrew also took a bite and said with a smile, "Scarlett prefers lighter flavors. Uncle’s cooking is actually very delicious."

’Damn it! It’s all masala, how good can it be? Only using masala as a chef is really something else.’ Andrew secretly complained in his heart, but on the surface, he still pretended it was delicious.

This immediately restored a lot of Rockson’s confidence, and his impression of Andrew improved significantly.

This young man is good, quite discerning.

The four of them chatted around the dinner table, and Scarlett’s smile was noticeably more frequent than usual.

As dinner was nearing its end, Scarlett suddenly remembered the issue of Andrew’s accommodation.

"Oh, right, since Uncle is also here, there aren’t enough rooms, are there?"

If Rockson weren’t there, the three of them would each have a room in the small courtyard, but now with four people, it wouldn’t work out.

Seeing this, Rockson prepared to stay at his friend’s place, "I’ll go to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Rockson was kicked by Janet, almost dropping his bowl to the floor.

Just as he was wondering, Janet continued, "Your uncle will stay in the guest room tonight. You two can just sleep in the master bedroom; there are two beds there."

Rockson quickly nodded in agreement, "Ah, yes, yes, yes, I’ll stay in the guest room. It’s warm in winter and cool in summer, I love it!"

Scarlett raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at her uncle in confusion, thinking, ’Didn’t Uncle always complain that the guest room had no air conditioning?’

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After dinner, Scarlett and Andrew came to the master bedroom. The courtyard looked old from the outside, but the interior decoration was modern and very exquisite.

"Scar, why are there two beds in this master bedroom?" Andrew asked curiously.

"One was my father’s, and one was once my mother’s," Scarlett replied expressionlessly, her tone no longer as calm as it had been during dinner, becoming very cold.

Seeing this, Andrew didn’t continue to ask, his heart filled with doubt and some worry.

What were Scarlett’s parents like? Why weren’t they home? And now this master bedroom was simply left empty.

Scarlett gazed at the headboard for a moment, then sighed softly, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom, "I’ll sleep on the outer bed, you sleep on the inner one. I’ll shower first, you go after."

"Oh." Andrew replied, but like he didn’t hear her words. And enter the bathroom together with her.

Since she is getting upset so much, he decided to calm down her, and, he knew, when he called her mommy, she feels so much happy.

Scarlett seeing Andrew was coming with her in the bathroom, complaint in her mind, ’This little fellow didn’t care that my grandma and uncle are at home.’

But she didn’t stopped him, although she also didn’t let him do that.

After washing up, Scarlett changed into conservative pink pajamas, got into bed, Andrew also climbed into her bed.

But she kicked him on the other bed, while drawing the curtain. Andrew feels a little aggrieved, but seeing her mood was sour, he didn’t dare to go on her bed again.

He habitually looked at his phone for a while before sleeping.

It was then that he realized the group chat with the six geniuses was already full of messages.

[Chef God Exchange Conference]: 99+

As soon as he entered the group, Andrew saw everyone verbally attacking Ethan.

Stark: "You Dog bastard, so you were the one hiding the deepest. So rich, yet you asked me for money to buy instant noodles! Pay me back!"

Steve: "You really deserve to die."

Young Master Andy: "What happened?"

Andrew’s nickname was changed by Tony, the group owner. After Andrew showed off that day, Tony became his lackey.

Seeing Andrew arrive, Stark immediately said, "I just found out that Ethan, this Dog bastard, is actually a ’Young Master’ living in the center of Brooklyn City, yet he cries poor every day, poor my ass!"

"So that’s what it is. Then he really deserves to die. You guys should really give him a hard time."

Actually, Andrew knew Ethan’s family was quite well-off, but Ethan crying poor wasn’t false, because his monthly living expenses were only 150, and his family wouldn’t give him a single extra buck, fearing he would squander it.

Ethan, who had been under collective attack, immediately shifted fire when he saw Andrew arrive, "Don’t all stare at me! Andrew is also from Brooklyn City, and his mother is a doctor and professor!"

Instantly, a large number of question marks appeared in the group.

"Young Master Andy, is there anything else you know that we don’t? Hurry and tell us country bumpkins to broaden our horizons."

"Don’t listen to Ethan, that Dog bastard, talking nonsense. My family lives in a Run-down Small House, we’re extremely poor."

Ethan immediately retorted, "You’re talking nonsense! If your house is a Run-down Small House, I’ll eat shit!"

"You still haven’t eaten the shit from last time."

"Never mind that, if your house is a Run-down Small House, I’ll eat it right now."

Andrew saw this and immediately sent the photo of the old alley house he had just taken, "I just took this tonight, and there’s a timestamp below the photo, see? My house is a Run-down Small House."

Was Andrew lying?

No, he wasn’t.

The house he was currently staying in was indeed quite old, looked a bit run-down from the outside, and wasn’t very spacious, so it counted as small.

A Run-down Small House, no problem.

"Holy crap? Is this really your house?"

Steve: "Ethan, I’m in the bathroom taking a shit right now. Come quickly, it’s fresh."

Andrew lay on the bed chatting, with his phone screen brightness set to the lowest, trying not to make any noise to avoid disturbing Scarlett.