"Whatever!" Austin said coldly, "I need to concentrate when cooking. Don't disturb me."
Ashley became unhappy. "What do you mean? I am the owner of this house, and you are my nanny."
"Go out." Austin pushed her out of the kitchen and closed the sliding door.
Without Ashley's interruption, Austin concentrated on cooking.
An hour later, the exquisite dishes were on the dining table, and the aroma made Ashley eager to eat.
"It's delicious. You're good at cooking. You are a good nanny."
Austin rolled his eyes. "If you feel guilty, let me live in the master bedroom."
"Impossible."
Ashley pointed to the other three bedrooms and said, "You can sleep in those three rooms as you like, but if you dare to step into the master bedroom, I will castrate you."
Austin couldn't help clamping his legs.
After dinner, Austin undertook the work of tidying up the dishes and cleaning. Ashley was satisfied and kept praising him.