My roommate is finally back to normal

After being rumored to have an ambiguous relationship with the tablemate, and almost kissing in public, can the two walk out of the school together to practice the so-called "tuition" in full view of the public?

The answer is, in Gao Boxin's eyes, nothing is more important than tutoring.

After school, Gao Boxin packed his schoolbag, and watched Tong Mo finish packing his schoolbag.

"Let's go, Uncle Lin is probably already waiting," Gao Boxin pulled Tong Mo's schoolbag shoulder strap and walked out, "I still have to cook, there are a lot of things to do."

Gao Boxin's words were so commonplace as if they were two partners living together, which attracted the attention of other students.

Tong Mo no longer wanted to care about the sight of those classmates.

If he had to care every time, with Gao Boxin's ability to talk nonsense so frequently, he might be exhausted.

"It's just the two of us eating, just cook two dishes, it will be soon." Tong Mo said casually.

"Didn't Uncle Lin say that he's going to help? Isn't he staying for dinner?" Gao Boxin asked.

"He's going home for dinner, and his whole family is waiting for him," Tong Mo said.

When Gao Boxin heard this, he stopped and stood on the stairs looking at Tong Mo for a while.

"What's wrong?" Tong Mo looked up at him.

"Since Uncle Lin has a family to take care of, why does he spend most of his energy on you?" Gao Baixin asked thoughtfully, "And you, where is your family? Your parents—are not here Is it?"

Gao Boxin's tone of asking these questions didn't sound like an inquiring curiosity, but more like a concern.

So Tong Mo didn't resist that much.

"They're not in Pucheng." Although Tong Mo didn't mind Gao Boxin's question, he didn't intend to tell the whole story.

"They entrusted you to Uncle Lin?"

Gao Boxin looked at Tong Mo, and suddenly took a big step, directly down two flights of stairs, walked up to Tong Mo, and took Tong Mo's hand.

"I've wanted to ask for a long time." Gao Baixin seemed to just weigh Tong Mo's fingers before putting them down, "Your skin is bloodless, and your fingers are always cold. You never take part in strenuous exercise in physical education class, nor do you You sweat easily, you don't... you're in poor health, right?"

Gao Boxin stared at Tong Mo closely.

Tong Mo also looked at him with calm eyes: "I'm also curious about one thing about you."

"You said that you have been cooking and eating alone since junior high school. What about your family?" Tong Mo asked indifferently.

Gao Boxin's expression changed immediately, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"If you tell me about you, I'll tell you about mine, isn't it fair?" Tong Mo turned and continued walking, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, then I choose not to say it either."

Gao Boxin froze for a few seconds before following up.

"If you don't want to say it, just say it, why make such a big detour." He muttered.

"This will let you know that don't do to others what you don't want done to you." Tong Mo said softly.

Gao Boxin raised his eyes and looked at Tong Mo's side face. Tong Mo seemed to have no emotion from the beginning to the end, and his eyes were staring at the front indifferently.

"I apologize," Gao Boxin said, "I asked inappropriately."

Gao Boxin should not be used to apologizing, his tone was extremely blunt, and his expression was uncomfortable.

Tong Mo smiled: "It's actually not that serious, but I accept your apology."

The two picked up the car in the bicycle shed, Tong Mo sat on the back seat of the bicycle, and Gao Boxin drove him out slowly.

Gao Boxin's school uniform jacket was blown up a little by the wind, and Tong Mo grabbed the hem of his jacket.

The wind blew Gao Boxin's voice a little far away, Tong Mo listened attentively but could only hear a few incomplete words.

Gao Boxin repeated loudly:

"If the food I cook today passes Uncle Lin's inspection, starting tomorrow, I won't let Uncle Lin pick you up."

"Why?" Tong Mo was puzzled.

"It's too much trouble for him. You also said that he still has a big family waiting for him to go back." Gao Boxin said.

"But Uncle Lin won't be willing. I also mentioned to him before that I can take a taxi back by myself and send him a video confirmation when I get in and out of the car, but he doesn't agree."

"Take a taxi because you are in a stranger's car. It's different to take my car. I will protect you very well and send you home unscathed."

Tong Mo didn't speak for a while after hearing Gao Boxin's words.

He felt a little shaken in his heart.

But because a gust of wind blew past his ears, bringing a burst of coolness, he shook his head in his heart.

His physique is not suitable for blowing the cool wind for too long, let alone sitting on a bicycle, the distance is as long as half an hour.

Even though he knows the freedom of riding a bike through the streets, he yearns for it.

Uncle Lin's car was parked outside the school gate, and Gao Baixin saw it at a glance, so he rushed over on his bicycle.

He waited for Uncle Lin to open the trunk, put the bicycle in neatly, and then stepped on the carpet in the back seat.

Tong Mo was a little worried at first, but Gao Boxin sat relaxed in the back seat, and he didn't feel unhappy at all, so he relaxed, opened the door of the passenger seat and sat in.

"Your aunt bought a piece of fish, and some eggs, tofu, all of which you like to eat," Uncle Lin started the car, smiled, and then turned to the back row, "By the way, Xiao Gao, what kind of food do you like to eat? I will ask my wife to buy it tomorrow."

"I can do anything, don't choose." Gao Boxin said.

After getting out of the car, Tong Mo couldn't help but hold Gao Boxin, the two slowed down and whispered behind Uncle Lin.

"Can you cook the few dishes my aunt bought?" Tong Mo looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you feel like you're not worried at all?"

"I can do it," Gao Boxin finished answering, then lowered his eyes to look at him, "Why? You don't trust me so much?"

"I just find it difficult to be a fish," Tong Mo said.

"Which dish do you think is not difficult? Or, which dish do you know how to cook?" Gao Boxin asked back.

This is a good question, Tong Mo was asked.

"Since you don't know how to cook anything, then just watch my performance." After Gao Boxin finished speaking, he wanted to pat Tong Mo on the shoulder, but stopped abruptly in mid-air, and patted him from the air.

Gao Boxin put down his schoolbag and walked into the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves and even put on his apron, which seemed to be the case.

Tong Mo originally wanted to follow in to help, but Uncle Lin took his place. Not only that, Uncle Lin only let him stand at the door, and didn't even let him step in.

"Xiao Mo, stay away, I'm going to kill the fish, don't be splashed with blood." Uncle Lin said.

Tong Mo subconsciously took half a step back, but still leaned against the door carefully watching the movement inside.

Gao Boxin took the live fish out of the pool, put the live fish on the cutting board, and hit the head of the live fish with the handle of a knife.

Then, Tong Mo felt that the fish seemed to have lost its breath, and its tail no longer moved.

With a blank expression on his face, Gao Boxin continued to skillfully pick up the fish's scales with the kitchen knife, then raised the knife and cut open the fish's belly.

Uncle Lin was also shocked by Gao Boxin's series of operations.

He was stunned for a long time, but at this time Gao Boxin had already cleaned out the belly of the fish, removed the fishy line, and put the fish that had been killed cleanly on the plate.

Gao Boxin washed the kitchen knife in the sink for a while, then washed his hands, wiped the knife clean, and put it back on the cutting board.

He opened the refrigerator again and took out the tofu, and continued to prepare for the next dish.

"What are you going to do with the eggs? I'll cook this dish." Uncle Lin said hastily.

He was almost out of work, so he had to take the initiative.

"Tong Mo can eat whatever he likes." Gao Baixin continued cutting tofu without raising his head.

Uncle Lin nodded, bent down to take eggs from the refrigerator.

Seeing this, Tong Mo quietly stepped back a few steps and left.

It seems that Gao Boxin's culinary skills don't need to worry, not only don't worry, he seems to be a hidden master.

Tong Mo didn't want to be a "guest" who just waited to eat, so he went to the dining room and cleared the table.

However, Uncle Lin usually cleaned it casually. He wiped it several times but failed to wipe the dust on the table in the dining room.

He found three pairs of chopsticks and put them on the table, and put an empty bowl and a water glass beside the chopsticks.

The water glass given to Gao Boxin was a disposable water glass, and the chopsticks were carefully wiped.

After finishing all this, Tong Mo sat down at the table, resting his head in boredom.

He felt he could actually do something else.

Uncle Lin will not be here tomorrow, so he can learn how to cook from Gao Boxin.

Thinking of this, Tong Mo couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Xiao Gao, you look like you cook a lot, and your movements are much quicker than mine."

Uncle Lin opened the kitchen door to help bring out the dishes. Although he was praising Gao Boxin, his face inevitably showed a little embarrassment.

Originally, he purposely stayed here to help, but obviously it didn't come in handy.

Moreover, most of the cooks at home are his wife. When it comes to cooking, he actually doesn't have much experience and his skills are average.

Putting down the plate, Gao Boxin asked Uncle Lin, "Uncle Lin, why don't you stay and eat, too. Tong Mo and I definitely can't finish these three dishes."

"No, no, my family probably has cooked meals and is waiting for me to go back." Uncle Lin showed a stiff smile, "You two boys are in the stage of growing up, and you must eat a lot, just three dishes , I can eat everything."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the door: "I'll go back first, Xiao Mo, I'll pick you up from school tomorrow, so I won't accompany you for dinner."

Tong Mo nodded.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Uncle Lin's words, but after hearing this, Gao Boxin put down his chopsticks and stood up.

"Wait, Uncle Lin." Gao Boxin walked towards Uncle Lin.

"Uncle Lin, I discussed it with Tong Mo. Starting tomorrow, you don't have to pick Tong Mo up from school anymore. I can take him home by bike." Standing in front of Uncle Lin, Gao Boxin said solemnly .

Uncle Lin was a little surprised: "Did Xiao Mo also agree? But now that it's cold, he might—"

Uncle Lin turned his head to look at Tong Mo, and Gao Boxin also turned his head.

Tong Mo clearly saw it in Gao Boxin's eyes: Come on, it's your turn, behave well.

He swallowed the food slowly, stood up, and said softly: "Ah, yes, I think so too, Uncle Lin, it's too hard for you to pick me up every day, I can take Gao Boxin's car, It's okay."