Chapter 10 Chapter 10 These vegetables have been included in the prohibited purchase area...
It turns out that eating after a physical education class really increases your appetite.
Due to the hunger buff brought by exercise and the food that was completely to his taste, Li Zhuo, who usually ate one bowl of rice, finished two bowls of rice without realizing it.
The rice is of the right hardness and is served with a large amount of sweet and sour chicken breast, pork ribs stewed with beans, cold vermicelli, tofu, preserved egg and vegetable soup and a small amount of broccoli.
Teacher Mo, who claimed to have eaten, was still the same, smiling and watching him while he was eating, as if the scene of him eating was a very pleasing sight.
The fruit after the meal is washed strawberries.
Looking at the washed and arranged strawberries in front of him, and the scattered leftovers on the table, for the first time, Li Zhuo felt a little tired of eating.
When Mo Liang again refused Li Zhuo's request to clear the table, Li Zhuo once again asked for food expenses.
This time, Mo Liang couldn't pretend to ignore it, nor could he interrupt the topic by using time. Furthermore, after searching the system, he found no such situation in the strategy guide...
There was no choice but to start communicating.
"I don't need it. I'll be very sad if you do this..." He said like a foreigner who has just learned Chinese. "I am willing to feed you. I like to feed you, not for anything else..."
In Mo Liang's opinion, paying for meals only occurs in commercial places that make a profit. This is an attempt to erase the feelings and relationship between the two people.
His child actually wanted to erase their relationship? He would never allow it!
He was very sad, but still said the lines given to him according to the system's prompts.
"The teacher will be sad if you do this."
Li Zhuo didn't quite understand why paying a small amount of his food expenses would hurt the teacher's feelings, but he was not a stubborn person, so he began to express his own ideas.
"Then let's compromise. I want to do something I can to help. I would feel guilty if I just came here every day, ate, pushed my bowl away and left..."
Teacher Mo obviously looked like he was thinking.
"I want to clean the table, wash the dishes, etc. It's very simple for me..."
This time, Mr. Mo didn't think twice. He said seriously, "Do you want to go into the kitchen? No, it's very dangerous there. The items inside can hurt you."
Li Zhuo's brain froze for a second.
"For example?"
Teacher Mo looked at him as if he was watching his own child being naughty again, and began to tell him with a bit of helplessness how dangerous the kitchen was.
Li Zhuoyue's expression became more confused as he listened.
"…Why would I play with a knife? Why would I touch the flame, stir the pot of boiling soup, or touch the scalding oil with my hands…"
"I'm not in my right mind, I wouldn't crawl around in the kitchen or stick my fingers in the garbage disposal in the kitchen sink..."
Li Zhuo wanted to say, "Is he really that lacking in common sense in Teacher Mo's eyes? Are you kidding me?"
But as he entered the kitchen, Li Zhuo realized from the nervous look of Teacher Mo who was watching his every move... Teacher Mo seemed to be serious.
He just stacked the bowls and put them in the kitchen, and just washed one bowl under the faucet, but Teacher Mo looked like he was so amazing.
“…Okay, Mr. Mo, stop praising me.”
A young boy in a blue and white school uniform stood in front of the sink, swiftly rolled up his sleeves to reveal his thin wrists, and rinsed the foam from the dishes skillfully and quickly.
He was young, and even when he was standing there one could smell the youthful scent coming towards him. His face was so tender that it looked like you could pinch water out of it. He blushed at some words of praise for the child, and the tips of his snow-white ears, covered by his hair, were now slightly red.
"Teacher Mo..."
"Stop teasing me."
"I'm not a child."
After lunch, it was lunch break time. Li Zhuo should have gone back to the classroom to take a nap, but Mo Liang said, "I can just tell your class teacher. You are in school anyway, not outside."
He also said, "Besides, what kind of rest can you get in the classroom? It's so uncomfortable to sit on the bench or slump over the table. You can even sleep on my bed or the sofa here."
The sunlight outside was getting increasingly scorching, but the temperature inside was just right. Li Zhuo, feeling sleepy, had just finished his meal. He lay on the extended reclining position on the L-shaped sofa and slowly relaxed his eye muscles.
That day's lunch break was the most comfortable sleep he had ever had.
The only small problem was that he had a very good appetite at noon that day and ate a lot without realizing it. When he returned to the classroom, he felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach and went to the toilet to relieve it.
The reason was nothing more than his irregular diet and long-term hunger, which led to weakened gastrointestinal digestion function and slow motility. He also did strenuous exercise at noon and ate too much food, which far exceeded the current digestive capacity of the gastrointestinal tract, causing food stagnation and a little abdominal pain.
He didn't take it to heart at all, and was completely unaware that another pair of deep, strange eyes were staring at him, not missing any slight movement on his face.
A light ball said seriously:
[Analysis——]
[Expression of expression: Pain.]
In a flash, a passage of words popped into my mind:
In the third chapter, section 12 of "The Complete Guide to Scientific Feeding," it is pointed out that young children have no self-control, so caregivers should be careful not to allow them to overeat...
Mo Liang stood there stiffly and motionless, like a petrified sculpture, his skin flowing down like melted wax, his facial features so distorted that it was almost impossible to tell where his eyes were.
"I've seen it, why... I forgot..."
"He must be very disappointed in me..."
"I hurt...my child..."
“▄▄…▄”
A special and mysterious sharp sound wave with a frequency far beyond the range of human hearing quickly echoed throughout the campus like ripples.
His skin began to soften like wax, and slowly, his eyes, nose, and mouth disappeared, leaving only a rough outline, as if he had not evolved yet.
The black mucus seeped out little by little from the cracks left after the facial features disappeared, gradually flowing all over the floor, and began to erode the computer desk and even the wall.
Soon, the consultation room that seemed so warm in Li Zhuo's eyes was filled with dense black mucus, forming a constantly wriggling "black ocean".
The continuously spreading pollution particles and the piercing sound waves from Mo Liang's body caused the glowing ball to tremble. Is this the case for all civilizations that survived the post-pollution era?
The system doesn't know much about them, it only knows that their lives are extremely long, and when they are emotionally excited, whether sad, angry, or happy, they can easily trigger similar "riots".
And there seems to be some substance on the planet where they live that can suppress their emotions, but now... there is definitely no such primitive low-dimensional small world.
Stop… Stop…
[The host has done a great job, and it was just a small accident. I have good news for you. Your favorability hasn't dropped. It just increased by another five points...]
[Really? If you don’t believe me, just look…]
As if it had captured an important keyword, almost in an instant, the constantly trembling mucus rushed into the shriveled skin at an extremely fast speed.
After a few breaths, the limp body stood up again little by little like a filled balloon.
Mo Liang picked up his fallen glasses from the ground, wiped them, and put them back on.
His child brought him back to his senses.
He opened the document's editing permissions and began to add: [This isn't very rigorous. Why doesn't it clearly state what constitutes an excessive amount? My young larvae only ate a little more than usual today, and they immediately developed adverse reactions. I'm truly an unqualified breeder! ]
After closing the document, Mo Liang scanned the rest of today's records:
Time: April 3, 2017, Earth Time
New update: The sample size is currently too small, and the juvenile has not shown any particular preference for anything, but he does not seem to like broccoli, so this vegetable has been put on the prohibited purchase list.
[appendix]
Time: April 3, 2017, Earth Time
New update: The use of attractants has been gradually reduced to a trace amount and is expected to be completely discontinued by tomorrow morning.
Time: April 3, 2017, Earth Time
New update: Juveniles sometimes like praise and sometimes don't. You need to pay attention to the occasion and expression.
[Appendix: Explanation of Childhood Micro-Expressions]
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Li Zhuo felt that Mo Liang probably had the ability to read minds, otherwise there was no way to explain why he had a stomachache during the first class in the afternoon, and Teacher Mo bought him medicine for the second class.
Among them were digestive aids such as stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets and multi-enzyme tablets, as well as a package of probiotics. He specifically read the instructions, which said they could improve digestive function.
“…Teacher, you…”
Is this too fast?!
However, he didn't know that this speed was the result of the system's efforts.
"Here, this is warm water." Mo Liang even took the time to unscrew the lid of the cup before handing it to him. "Your digestion isn't very good, so eat less for dinner. I'll make something easily digestible, how about that?"
The man's worry and self-blame were almost flowing out of his eyes, as if Li Zhuo had suffered a lot and endured a lot of pain. In fact, he just ate too much and had a stomachache for a while.
He clearly felt that something was wrong, but this kind of doubt and worry was too niche. How would he describe it if he were to confide in others?
When others are revealing their various sufferings, he can't just come out and say solemnly, "My trouble is that the teacher is too nice to me."
Without even thinking about it, you will definitely get a big eye roll from passersby: "You're crazy, go show off somewhere else!"
Based on this premise, even though his deskmate had been asking him about Teacher Mo's situation in the past two days, he had always been vague.
Therefore, in the eyes of his deskmate, he always thought that Teacher Mo took him to the teachers' cafeteria to eat, and never imagined that it was all cooked by Teacher Mo himself.
If I tell this to others, I guess no one will believe it, right?
So he didn't plan to say it.
But is this really the reason?
Li Zhuo lay on his bed in the dormitory at night, staring at the ceiling and asking himself questions. In fact, it was because he didn't want others to know, because he didn't want to take away the attention that finally belonged to him alone, right?
——I am so bad and selfish.
He thought with shame.
But, but…
Since being sent to this strange city by his biological parents and transferred to Experimental Middle School, this was the first time Li Zhuo started thinking about how the next day would arrive quickly at night.
What's for breakfast tomorrow?
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