After Tim Payne finished washing up, he entered the living room and saw his uncle playing with the falco rusticolus. He suddenly remembered how someone was scared out of their wits last night and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.
When designing the fake boyfriend scheme with his sister, he seemed like someone with a lot of courage.
He didn't expect to be afraid of this.
"Uncle, when do you plan to move out?" Tim Payne asked while eating porridge.
Martin Yates tilted his head to look at him, "You're still eating the porridge I cooked for you, and you're already thinking of kicking me out?"
"I didn't mean that; it's just that my apartment really isn't suitable for raising birds."
"Don't worry, I'll move out before the New Year."
Raising birds really does require a house with a yard, and since his nephew was truly starting to date, it wouldn't be convenient for him to stay here. He couldn't be the one to delay his nephew's lifelong happiness.