About the roommate and I being double-standard dogs

In the afternoon, my roommate went out to pick up the courier, and brought me a cup of milk tea when he came back.

None of my business, I didn't let him buy it.

My roommate said that I just met some girls in the class and bought them for me when I invited them to drink milk tea.

I thought to myself, there really is you, I have never seen a female classmate who invites a female classmate to drink milk tea for no reason, but I didn't say anything, after all, I am short-handed and soft-mouthed.

I took the milk tea out of the packaging bag and felt that the cup was warm. I tore off the plastic film of the straw, inserted it into the milk tea and took a sip. It was the taste I liked.

"Thank you." I said to Chen Lu.

Before he could finish speaking, I saw him throw all the plastic packaging on the table into the trash can.

"...I still need to use it," I said, "I'll drink it later and put it in a bag before throwing it away."

This is not the first time he threw my "garbage".

The last time we bought half-cooked cheese together, we bought two boxes, one of which was Oreo-flavored, it was very greasy, he threw away the box and asked me to finish it, I said I couldn’t eat it, he said he saw the table He felt uncomfortable with unfinished food, and since then I have not dared to hear the word "cheese" for a month.

Also, he threw away the fruit bag I put on the table and left only the fruit. He said he felt upset seeing the mess on the table.

But I'm just used to put the empty milk tea cups back into plastic bags so that they can be thrown directly into the trash can outside the dormitory instead of taking up space in the trash can in the dormitory.

"Then I'll take it out for you again?" Chen Lu made a gesture of reaching for it.

"No need." I quickly stopped him.

The roommate smiled with satisfaction.

A song my three-year-old niece learned in kindergarten came to my head: You look so pretty when you smile, like a spring flower.

There was no class on Monday morning, so I was called up by my roommate and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast with him.

He bought a cup of soy milk, a shortbread, a piece of ham and two siu mai, and I bought two siu mai plus a cup of soy milk.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't finish eating.

"It's too tired, I can't eat it." He said the shortbread was too tired.

I silently took a sip of soy milk.

You can't eat it because you eat too much, not because the shortbread is greasy.

Back in the dormitory, he put the paper bag containing the shortbread on the table, ready to eat it when he was going to eat noodles at noon.

"Aren't you tired of unfinished food on the table?" I asked him.

"Well, indeed." He looked at me and replied with clear eyes.

Pretend not to remember, right?I try to keep smiling.

Just as I was about to list the facts about what he had said about me, I heard him go on:

"But it's within my tolerance."

Gan, speechless, this damn double standard.