Chapter 6 Chapter 6 My child, this is just the beginning...
Li Zhuo had heard the general direction of the teachers' apartment during a casual conversation with his deskmate, but he never thought he could go there, and he followed the teacher.
As they got closer to the apartment, they encountered fewer and fewer students, and more and more teachers. Some were known to Li Zhuo, and some were unfamiliar.
As if he had stepped into an area that did not belong to him, Li Zhuo followed Mo Liang silently.
He was worried about how to answer when a teacher he knew asked him why he was there. He was also worried that if Teacher Mo met a familiar friend and they started chatting, what should he say when he was standing next to them?
When he was still in the Li family, such scenes would occur from time to time. Every time, he would just stand there like a piece of wood, either not speaking, or self-righteously saying some inappropriate words that caused others to laugh at him.
Li Xuan is different. It seems that he is born with the ability to say what to say in what occasion and how to respond to different people.
However, this was too difficult for Li Zhuo.
He seems to have rich experience and seems to be extremely sensible and mature, but that is just superficial. He may be more skilled at doing housework than Li Xuan, but what's the use?
When the time came for him to express himself, he would always make mistakes, whether he spoke or not. Over time, he began to dread such moments.
Fortunately, the awkward greetings that I had imagined did not happen. The teachers I met along the way seemed to go their own ways tacitly, without stopping to greet me, and just nodded slightly when passing by me.
First floor, second floor, third floor...we're here.
Li Zhuo watched Mo Liang take out the key and open the door. What he saw was a foyer. Standing outside the door, he could slightly see the living room and a small part of the kitchen inside.
The decoration inside is somewhat similar to that of the psychological counseling room, both of which are simple and fresh wooden styles. At first glance, the warm yellow halo hits the light wooden floor, giving the entire apartment a hazy warmth.
Even the brightly colored painting hanging on the wall at the door gave Li Zhuo a sense of familiarity and warmth, as if this scene had appeared in his dream.
"Why are you standing at the door? Come in!"
Looking at the clean floor, Li Zhuo was looking for something in the shoe cabinet a little uncomfortably. Mo Liang noticed his movements and gently interrupted him.
"It's okay, no need to change shoes, I haven't changed yet, just come in."
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Li Zhuo was dizzy the entire way, from the moment he walked in, to seeing Mo Liang expertly placing steaming hot meals on the table one by one, to being dragged to the kitchen to wash his hands, and then being dragged back to sit at the table...
A pair of chopsticks had already been stuffed into his hands, but he still felt dazed and thought that everything before him was too unreal.
"Eat quickly."
Mo Liang only served Li Zhuo a bowl of rice. He had no intention of eating it himself and just looked at him.
"Try it now. If it doesn't taste right, tell me and I'll improve it next time."
Is this all done by...Teacher Mo?
The table was filled with six plates of varying sizes and a soup bowl. Two of the meat dishes were beef stew with potatoes and a plate of boiled shrimp. Small bowls of dipping sauce were surrounded by neatly arranged large shrimps.
The vegetarian dishes are home-cooked tofu and stir-fried choy sum, and the soup is morel chicken soup. In addition to chicken and morels, there are a lot of wolfberries, longans, yams, red dates, etc. floating in it.
Next to the delicious dishes, there was a platter of cut fruits and a dessert, and it seemed that the long table was almost full.
Li Zhuo thought, if there were only the two of them eating, this would be too sumptuous and the portions would be too large, right?
"Teacher Mo, do you want to wait for others?"
Mo Liang didn't seem to understand why Li Zhuo would ask such a question. He filled a bowl of chicken soup and pushed it towards Li Zhuo.
"Why wait for anyone? These are all yours."
“………”
Mo Liang understood the child's unspoken words from his expression. He smiled gently, "I didn't ask you to eat it all. It's okay to have a little bit."
He watched Li Zhuo pick up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth. The muscles in his cheeks bulged as he chewed, and his eyes widened unconsciously, revealing obvious surprise and satisfaction.
The chicken was stewed to the perfect temperature, the vegetables were kept at the right crispness, and the saltiness of the other dishes was just right. It was like a precise textbook.
"It tastes good." Li Zhuo emphasized, "Really, Teacher Mo, your cooking is really delicious."
He really thought Mo Liang's cooking was delicious, but he was short of words and couldn't come up with any creative words of praise, so he could only keep saying it was delicious.
Mo Liang didn't mind his dry praise, and said with a smile that as long as he liked it, it was fine.
At this time, Li Zhuo found that there was still nothing in front of Teacher Mo, and he had no intention of serving himself any more rice. He asked, "Teacher Mo, why don't you eat?"
"I've eaten." Mo Liang still had that friendly tone. "I'm not like you guys who have to wait until get out of class is over. I get off work very early... Come on and eat."
For a moment, Li Zhuo felt something strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
He hadn't eaten anything at noon, and he had been in class for such a long time, so he was indeed hungry. However, he didn't think about it any further and just started eating.
“Slow down, slow down…”
Mo Liang poured him another bowl of soup and glanced at the remaining dishes on the table.
His children are not picky about food. They eat everything, including vegetables, meat, and shrimp. They don’t only eat what they like. This is a very good eating habit.
He thought so and praised it out loud.
Li Zhuo heard the repeated calls of "good boy" and the doubt that had disappeared resurfaced in his mind. He felt strange, but he couldn't explain what this strangeness was.
After finishing the meal, Li Zhuo stood up and was about to clean up the dishes, but was held back by Mo Liang.
"Leave those there, and leave them to me." Mo Liang smiled and pointed to the living room, "Go play."
"But…"
Looking at the teacher in front of him who was taller than him, Li Zhuo felt an unfamiliar sense of being at a loss.
In his opinion, you have to pay for what you gain, just like you need to sow seeds before you can harvest, and you have to work before you can get paid.
In the Li family, he was abandoned because he did not meet his parents' expectations. Now, eating other people's food and washing dishes and cleaning are the only things he can think of doing.
He had never received any kindness for no reason. No one told Li Zhuo what to do in this situation and what he could do.
Can people get benefits for no reason?
"Teacher Mo, why are you so nice to me..."
Being looked at by such a pair of eyes with clear black and white, Mo Liang felt that his heart was about to melt.
He thought to himself, is it just a meal with a small amount of appetite enhancer that has been praised?
"My child, this is just the beginning.
I wish I could give you my all. When I see you frowning, I feel an unprecedented sense of frustration and self-blame. ■■... Every subtle movement and every look of yours makes me feel distressed and pity. If only I could...■■,■!"
Emotions he had never experienced before surged up and down, and thousands of terrifying thoughts flashed in high frequency in an instant, but in the end he just touched Li Zhuo's head and lowered the frequency of the sound to a softer range according to the strategy given by the system.
"They say teachers are gardeners who nurture seedlings. I am your teacher, so of course I have to take care of you, this tender seedling. This is a teacher's obligation and responsibility to his students."
Mo Liang still looked like a good teacher. He said vaguely that he lived alone and was usually very lonely. He said it would be nice if Li Zhuo could come and talk to him more often.
"Okay, I understand."
The two chatted briefly about whether they had adjusted to the new school. Lunch break quickly ended, and Li Zhuo said goodbye, with Mo Liang offering to see him off.
Early April is the transition period between spring and summer, and the temperature is very unstable. It is extremely hot when the sun is shining at noon, but the temperature gradually cools down in the afternoon.
Li Zhuo and Mo Liang walked through a corridor of wisteria flowers. After turning another corner, they entered the teaching building area. He looked up at the orange sunset in the distance, and then at the tall man beside him.
That indescribable feeling came up again.
"Why are you looking at me?" Mo Liang met his scrutinizing gaze and smiled warmly at him. "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow? How about I make you some egg custard?"
"Breakfast?"
"Yeah, my apartment isn't far from your dorm, so it's much more convenient for you to come to my place than to the cafeteria."
“…”
It’s hard to believe that they have only known each other for less than a day, but when Teacher Mo was with him, his words and actions seemed so natural and familiar that Li Zhuo couldn’t help but wonder for a second whether they had really known each other for many years?
Li Zhuo, overfilled from dinner, returned to his seat, still pondering this question. His deskmate was chattering about games with the table behind him.
"That teacher Mo is your relative."
Deng Yuliang had just exchanged the game props he had wanted for a long time from the table behind him, and he was in a good mood.
"No, I just met him today." Li Zhuo explained seriously, "We met in the corridor at noon, and he invited me to the psychological counseling room..."
Deng Yuliang's eyes seemed to be a little bit unconvinced, but he had to admit one thing:
"…But honestly, that Mr. Mo doesn't seem as fierce as the rumors said before."
"Maybe the previous student recognized the wrong person?"
Li Zhuo didn't know how to explain those rumors and could only think of this reasonable reason.
“I don’t know about that…”
The two didn't have much time to chat. As soon as the preparatory bell rang, even though the class hadn't officially started yet, the elusive head teacher was already standing on the podium with a textbook in his hand.
The class teacher's surname is Zhang. He is a middle-aged man with a medium build and a slightly thin face. Therefore, everyone in the class calls him Old Zhang behind his back.
"Take out the previous exercise book..."
Li Zhuo opened the exercise book and, following the explanation of his homeroom teacher, Mr. Zhang, looked at the classic question that was said to be on the exam. He found that he had gotten this question wrong as well.
He listened attentively, and while solving the problem according to the teacher's ideas, he also did not forget to open his little notebook to write down the key points of the teacher's words.
Li Zhuo may not be a gifted academic genius, but he is indeed an obedient student. He attends classes attentively during class time and will never be distracted.
By the time he started to continue thinking about the problems he hadn't figured out during the day, he had already finished a full day of classes, washed up, and was lying on his bed in the dormitory.
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