I Exposed My Ex-Nanny’s Dark Meat Secrets
The nanny who had worked in my home for ten years opened a butcher shop, and I made a point of going there often to support her business.
To help ease her financial burden, I even gave her a five-hundred-yuan discount on her rent.
One day, I bought two jin of meat, but she insisted it was four.
She chased me down for two whole blocks, demanding I pay the difference, and morally blackmailed me in front of everyone on the street.
She sniped that I came to her shop every day just to take advantage of her, that I’d pissed her off so badly she’d fallen ill, and that I should pay her medical bills.
That was when I finally understood: some people simply don’t deserve sympathy.
To figure out what was really going on with those extra two jin of meat, I asked my younger brother to go work at her butcher shop as an undercover helper.
When I discovered where that meat really came from, I nearly threw up.