Lan Ze put the small piece of snack in front of him into his mouth.

Sweet, fiercely sweet, and a little sour. In addition to chopped walnuts, there are also dried fruits in the noodles. It has a rich texture and a "layered texture". No wonder Zhang Yidian's child likes it.

Judging from the taste of the food the old couple eats, they are in really good physical condition.

The old man can drink, but the old lady dares to add sugar. They don't worry about blood pressure, blood clots, or blood sugar!

The child's grandmother laughed and said, "I'm going to see the children."

Finally, only Lan Ze and Zhang He were left at the dining table.

Zhang He played with the empty cup in his hand and tilted his head to look at him: "You seem to be worried, are you sad?"

"I don't think it's sadness. My mother and I don't seem to have any feelings for each other." Lan Ze sighed, "My mother left a lot of overseas inheritance, but my brothers and sisters are all talented people, so there is nothing for me to worry about. She is left alone.

Give me a whole mine of beautiful stones, I don’t know what it means.”

"Are you going to sleep?"

"Yeah." He nodded, "Something happened, and I didn't donate it. Bai Quanming donated all the solid methane ore that his mother designated for him."

"Hey, is there still unfinished solid methane?"

"In the Caribbean."

It's a mess there. Although deep-sea resources were detected early, they were exploited relatively late. In the early years, solid methane was used as fuel, called "combustible ice", and could be used for cooking. Of course, it is now also used as fuel and can be used for the plasma engines of aircraft.

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Even if technology develops, large reserves of solid methane ore are still quite valuable.

"Your mom is amazing. How did you get it?"

Lan Ze didn't answer her complaint. He didn't know anyway.

"My dad was really shocked. I invited him to live at home, but he refused. Sorry, I didn't ask for your opinion. I acted on impulse."

"Why refuse? You can have a private room and a gym. If you hide and don't want to see people, there are several independent entrances and exits at home. Didn't you say this?"

"I didn't say anything. Before I could say this, the old man flatly refused. I think he might think that he is... unlucky."

"Ah?" Zhang He grinned. "After returning from Lao Wei's funeral, I checked your father's information. He was also... um..."

"Decrypted?"

"There are still three months left until the end of the year."

"Then tell me who he was back then."

"In short, he is a very divine figure. He is the embodiment of the immortal soul."

"Speak humanly!"

"You can read the first half of the decryption for yourself. Their troops were either busy killing people or rescuing people. The war history is being compiled now, and it is expected to be added to the textbook next semester. The second half is more interesting, his own

Those things are like novels."

"Why is this still half and half?"

"Anyway, I'll just read it casually at the end of the year. You can check it out yourself then. It's interesting. I don't understand: Does such a godly person think that he is unlucky?"

"What are you promoting here without declassification?" Lan Ze felt itchy and gritted his teeth.

"Haha. Did you see my husband's medal that day? The first half of the medal has already been hung up."

Lan Ze was so angry that he wanted to hit her. He kept half of what he said, which was very annoying.

He is not interested in the first half now, but only wants to know the second half: "Why are you searching for something that has not been decrypted?"

"That can't be helped. I'm from the Army. Check the war history of our brother units. It's okay to choose two people to use it."

"What's going on? Why did you choose two people to use it?"

"Just looking for an excuse to look up information."

"No, I mean... aren't you idle?"

The cup in Zhang He's hand turned around in his fingers and put it down. She avoided answering and kicked Lan Ze's chair: "Get up and clear the table when you are full!"

The children played until it was almost dark and then set off back to school. They had dinner at the school.

The main reason for leaving so late was because the two old men couldn't bear to part with their grandchildren.

Living on campus, there is nothing that the two children cannot keep up with in their studies. One of the great joys of grandpa at home is to teach the children to play. But in life, the old people are worried. For these two grandchildren, they are better than Zhang Qingsong.

Being a father is much more thoughtful.

After getting off the bus at school, grandma took Xiaomai and gave him a few more instructions, asking him to help keep an eye on his cousin and stop being bullied.

Mai patted her chest and agreed.

Lan Ze wanted to grab Mai and warn him not to fight, but he tried hard to hold it back.

When we get to school, there are teachers in charge. Xiaomai himself will have his own thoughts, after all, he is no longer a six-year-old child. As his father, it is better not to interfere for the time being.

On the way back, Zhang Qingsong took his parents home. Lan Ze and Zhang He took Xiao Momo home. The two groups were separated.

Lan Ze was unhappy, and he didn't even know why.

Zhang He did not leave that night, but stayed one more night specifically to accompany him.

After they put Xiao Momo to bed, they returned to the bedroom. Zhang He began to study Lan Ze.

After studying for half a night, Zhang He came to the conclusion: "I think the decibel level of your voice is quite normal. It's just that your lack of expression is a bit scary, as if you have a grudge against me."

"I don't think I'm sad, why do you all think I'm sad?"

"Did I say you were sad?"

"...I didn't say it just now. But I will say it this afternoon."

Zhang He was sure that he was unhappy. However, probably because he felt inexplicably uncomfortable and couldn't find any reason rationally, he had to deceive himself that he was not sad.

The naughty kid No. XXXL is more difficult to deal with than the younger ones. He can't reason with those younger ones, and he can still be beaten. This... can only be written.

"You..." Zhang He considered which angle to comfort him from.

"Continue?" Lan Ze had no expression on his face and looked a bit serious. As if he was doing the most serious thing.

"Don't screw yourself up!"

"How is that possible?" The corner of the bad boy's mouth curled up into a sneer.

The way the expressive muscles move is obviously different from usual.

Lan Ze was fine in the middle of the night. Zhang He hugged the pillow and felt that he was about to be spoiled.

"Then what?" She tried her best to raise her head and said what she had been thinking about for a long time. "You might as well ask for a few days off. Take Mo Mo with you to see the mine your mother left for you."

"Okay." Lan Ze did not object to this.

Although he wanted to escape a little bit, as long as someone mentioned it, he would agree without hesitation. It was as if he was looking forward to this gift from his mother.

It's just a stone mine, not much of a gift.

Zhang He murmured twice and stopped talking. The only sound in the quiet room was her long breathing.

Lan Ze still wanted to harass her, but he couldn't bear it. He didn't want to sleep yet, so he got up, put on a pair of shorts, came out, and poured himself some water.

He fell lightly into the slide at the end of the second floor.
Chapter completed!