Xunmu had to go out to see her off.
The boy was the only one left in the house, and he cut carrots silently with his eyes downcast. Each slice was of moderate thickness and looked neat.
He put all the carrots in a bowl and stood quietly in the kitchen, not saying a word.
After standing for a long time, the boy's gaze involuntarily turned to the trash can beside him.
Last time, he threw away the whole bowl of noodles. But the other party didn't say anything, and their attitude was the same as before.
This time, it was just two people cooking together, and the other party left beforehand.
He originally thought that she would stay and eat with her.
A trace of irritability flashed across the boy's eyes.
After Xunmu came back, she glanced at her son who was motionless in the kitchen, thought for a while, and asked casually, "What do you think of the make-up teacher?"
Xun Zhou didn't speak.
His beautiful blue eyes stared at the soup pot, his expression was flat, and he seemed a little unhappy.
Xunmu didn't wait for an answer, so she coughed again and said in a low voice, "Mom doesn't want to force you either. If you think the teacher is not good, Mom can change it for you."
Only then did the quiet boy turn his eyes.
Xunmu didn't expect that she just mentioned a word, and the other party turned to look at her in the next second. This level of care should not be an ordinary category, right
She was a little excited, but she heard the beautiful and lovely boy sarcastically said: "No force? You forced me to drop out of school and go back to China, so what?"
Xunmu was taken aback.
My heart suddenly turned cold.
He still remembers that school... that boy.
She paused, rubbing her forehead with some headache. She actually knew that she shouldn't treat the child like that, but she had no other choice but to do that.
Seeing that the son was angered, a quarrel might be inevitable, and Xunmu waited for the next sentence with a headache.
But Xun Zhou didn't move for a while, he stared at the soup in the pot, after a while, he suddenly turned and left the kitchen, and said flatly: "You don't need to change her."
The boy's figure disappeared outside the kitchen.
Xunmu, who stayed in the kitchen, slowly showed a joyful smile from the shock at the beginning.
There was no quarrel, and he said not to change it.
That girl must be special, right? Even if it is not a special feeling, at least it is an attitude.
Xunmu immediately made up her mind that she must keep Teacher Xiao Chu, and even if the remedial classes were over, she would try every means to invite her to come to play at home.
Let the two young people have more contact.
She happily stayed in the kitchen alone, put the noodles in after the soup was ready, and brought out two bowls of noodles.
She tentatively called upstairs, "Ah Xun, the noodles are ready, come down to eat?"
Although the relationship broke down, the son never had a peaceful meal with her again.
But no matter what, it was also Teacher Xiao Chu's cooking.
She waited for a few seconds, and sure enough there were light footsteps upstairs. Xun Zhou went downstairs with a snow-white pillow in his arms. His curly black hair was in a mess. He might have just laid down to sleep.
But after he went downstairs, without saying a word, he took a bowl from the kitchen and went to the living room to eat.
Xunmu was so pleased that she almost wanted to let out a long sigh.
It's not easy. She never thought that there would be such a peaceful time between their mother and child.
After eating, the boy was about to go upstairs with his pillow in his arms, but Xunmu suddenly remembered something.
She called out to him, "A Xun."
The young man turned his head impatiently, there was a piece of icy blue in his shining eyes.