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I used to work as a live-in nanny in a family of four: a couple in their 50s, two daughters, a daughter in her 20s who was at work, and a daughter in her teens, who was in school. My task is to cook, to clean, and I don't eat at the same table with my employer, they eat first, and I eat when I'm done.
The employer often bought some fruit and milk and put it there, and I never ate the fruit and milk from the employer's house. But in order to ensure nutrition, I sometimes buy some fruit and milk myself, and after I buy it, I talk to my wife, and then I put it there and eat it slowly.
Once, I bought a few pounds of strawberries, I told my wife that I wanted to put strawberries in their refrigerator, and my wife agreed, and then I put strawberries in their refrigerator and took a little to eat every day.
The relationship between the husband and the wife is not very good, and they usually hardly speak, unless in front of their daughter, they show a very loving look, as long as they are not in front of their daughter, the two of them do not speak to each other.
My strawberries are in the refrigerator, only my wife knows, and my husband does not know, so my husband sometimes eats strawberries. Mr. took my strawberries to eat, I am embarrassed to say, eat it, anyway, there are quite a lot of strawberries.
Just when there was only a little strawberry left, my husband asked me: "Auntie, are you eating strawberries?" I said, "Yes." The gentleman immediately became upset and said, "What do I say?" How did this strawberry eat so fast! ”
I said, "I bought this strawberry, what's wrong?" ”
And the gentleman said, "You bought something in your room, you don't put it here, I thought my wife bought it." ”
He ate my stuff, but it was justified. Well, who called me a babysitter? The next time I buy something, I put it in my room, never in their refrigerator again.
In fact, we are nannies, not to say that we are so poor that we can't even afford to eat fruit, the reason why we work as nannies in other people's homes is to earn a little more money and live a better life when we are old.
We are in the employer's house, we are working, and no matter how good the employer's things are, it has nothing to do with me. If we want to eat, we will buy some food ourselves, and the food we buy is best eaten in our own room, not with the employer's things.
Now, I'm no longer a live-in nanny, I'm just working part-time, two-hour or three-hour part-time, not eating anything at my employer's house, eating whatever I want to eat at home, and I'm enjoying this kind of life.