【……】Xiaomi doesn’t want to answer.

To be honest, the end is not under the control of my elder brother.

Not even his mother can do anything to Mo Mo, let alone my brother.

【Millet?】

【How do I know what's going on??】

【You are the eldest brother! Don’t you need to worry about your younger brother? 】

[Dad, you praise me too much! Leave this job to Douzi. 】

Xiaomi dodged. Not only did he disappear, but he also escaped offline.

This is no longer interesting.

Lan Ze really wants to jump from the projection to the space city and catch Xiaomi and beat him up.

As soon as the father appeared, the children stopped chatting. He could only catch Zhang for a while, ask a few questions in a routine manner, and then left in dejection.

Anyway, Douzi is going to the space city soon. Maybe he can really take care of Xiao Momo?

Lanze could see from Mo Mo's file that he checked today that Mo Mo had fought much less frequently since he entered middle school. But he still fought occasionally. Basically, he started fighting when they disagreed.

This child is extremely arrogant. As far as his mother knows, he has no friends among his peers. Mo Mo has never looked down on his classmates since he was a child.

When I was a child, my mother thought that this kid had serious racist tendencies. When I got a little older, I realized that no matter what race other people were, this kid always looked like he was in awe... He ignored race and only treated kids who fit his aesthetics.

Brother and sister are friendly.

Well, Xiao Momo magically likes people with big faces. Unlike many people, she is quite independent.

There were fewer fights in middle school, not so much because he had grown up; rather... it was because the classmates around him were becoming more sensible.

Zhang He protected his children very well. The three boys and two girls were not bound to their status as governors and could live at their own pace.

Mo Mo wouldn't even tell others that he was the youngest son of the Governor's family. But he hung out with the guards of the Governor's Mansion every day. Who among the middle school students in their right mind would have nothing to do with provoking the children of the guards?

In the bubble in the upper right corner projected by the wheat bracelet, Mo Mo’s last sentence is a complaint:

【...This is my biological mother. What can I do?】

Wearing waterproof clothing, you jump into the drained fish pond and use your hands to dig out the high-quality fertilizer accumulated at the bottom of the pond.

Slippery, wet, black, and of questionable ingredients.

The labor experience is not pleasant.

No matter what emotions Mo Mo was feeling now, Lan Ze couldn't care less.

After making sure that Mai's mood had stabilized, he went to the small kitchen on the third floor to cook noodles.

About ten minutes later, brown sugar cold noodles were served on Wheat's bed. The children were chatting with their brothers in heaven again, already quite happy.

In the news that night, it was revealed that Crescent Space City was just as Mr. Zhang said, everything was calm.

The incident of Mo Mo destroying the wall appeared under the entertainment section of social news.

Zhang He skillfully handled public opinion and guided the collective panic that may have been caused by technology nerds in a direction that the people would like to see.

Since ancient times, the stories that have been widely circulated have two important factors:

Sex and violence.

...wrong. Love and struggle.

Everyone likes it.

The engagement of a poor boy is broken off; don't bully a young man into being poor. The first half is love; the second half is struggle.

Aunts and aunties even thought that an unknown child who attempted to spy on the women's changing room at a daily necessities crafts factory was cute.

Peeping and rounding is love, digging the wall is definitely struggle.

If you have an idea and act immediately, you are better than many adult men. The wrong way is because you are still young. You need a warm and open embrace and education.

Mo Mo's actual age is fourteen years old, but his biological age is only ten and a half years old. Because he is a minor, his name has been withheld.

But the back of him standing in the drained pond and struggling to dig out mud still appeared in the news. From a distance, he looked very fighting spirit.

On the surface, there wasn't much going on in the space city itself. Lan Ze still asked Xiao Jiang to make a detailed report.

Xiao Jiang lay on the bed and listened, while he stood in front of the bed and dictated.

Wall demolition may have serious consequences.

When Lan Ze asked the two Xiong sons in the morning, everything Xiao Xiao guessed could actually happen:

Air leakage, water leakage, thermal failure...even partial disintegration.

He didn't know if something happened and he was suppressed by Zhang He. Zhang He didn't say anything anyway.

Of all the links in a communication link, the most unreliable is people. Crescent Space City itself is the result of compromise between all parties.

Quantum encryption and decryption are unique and cannot be cracked. However, humans themselves are the easiest thing to crack.

Zhang He felt that he could talk about it casually without fear of outsiders eavesdropping. Anyway, he had already told Lan Ze directly.

In contrast, maybe the encrypted link that the children were messing around with and not following regular procedures might be safer.

"Captain Zhang asked you to beat the children without giving a reason and asked you to ask the children yourself. What the children did may be confidential." After thinking about it, Xiao Jiang made a request, "I'll go find Xiaomai later.

Use their link. I need to talk to Momo."

The other end of that link is in Mo Mo's hands. Mo Mo must have a way to connect to it anytime and anywhere.

"If there is a confidentiality requirement in the space city, it is best for us to continue to cooperate with the confidentiality." Comrade Xiao Jiang jumped out of the bed. He was so agile that he didn't look like a wounded person.

In the next suite, Xiaomai couldn't lie down on the bed and had already gotten up and was washing up.

After washing, I have to continue lying down.

Seeing his father and Uncle Jiang arriving, he immediately rinsed his mouth and quickly contacted Momo.

Mo Mo and Uncle Jiang have always had a good relationship.

Mo Mo's dredging work all morning had just ended and he was currently taking a lunch break. He felt uncomfortable all over and had countless things to vomit.

As a result, Lan Ze discovered that the two people chatted endlessly.

Mai only brushed her teeth and washed her face, but didn't take a shower. She had already fallen back on the bed.

The children's Uncle Jiang went back to his room and lay down on the bed. With a mysterious smile on his face, he chatted animatedly with Xiao Momo.

Lan Ze also looked for a change of clothes and planned to wash up and sleep.

Suddenly, the bracelet flashed red.

Xiaomi took the initiative to contact his father, which is strange.

"Dad, I want to discuss something with you." The eldest son's sweet baritone voice was heard only a few times a year.

When I first heard it, I felt like a stranger.

"Um."

"Teach me how to make brown sugar cold noodles. You can make them for my mother and sisters."

"Why did you think of this today? Oh yes."

Wheat had his dinner in bed. He claimed to be a bit greedy. It seemed that he succeeded.

"Your mother doesn't like this either. Do you want to learn how to make noodles by hand?"

"I learned how to make hand-made noodles from a hotel chef. My mother and Su Su really like to eat it. I really don't know how to make cold brown sugar noodles. Zhang Diandian has always been thinking about 'dad's taste'. Moreover, Su Su and Xiu Su

They haven't eaten yet."

"That's okay."

Lan Ze immediately wrote a few sentences.

The noodles are cooked first and allowed to cool. If the noodles are a little dry before mixing in the seasoning, put them in water and stir them again.

The main seasonings are soy sauce and sugar, and other chopped green onions and sesame oil are optional. The only technical point is that the seasonings need to be boiled...otherwise the sugar will not melt easily.

"I'll go! It's so simple." Xiaomi understood it at a glance. "Dad, are you just using this to fool children?"

"Yes. You guessed the truth of the matter."

"This is something that can make Zhang miss a little bit. Dad, you are really good! I admire you."

The years of fooling children kept flashing before Lan Ze's eyes. In those days, millet tasted delicious in everything he ate. This baby, who was not picky about food, greatly encouraged his father's cooking skills.

Ten years have passed, and Fat Millet has long since stopped being fat. A good man wants to be disciplined, so Millet has grown into a long strip. The food in the space city is nutritionally balanced but not excessive, so no one can gain weight.

"Hey, son. I miss you."

"...You sir, do you want me to practice eloquence or boxing?" Xiaomi did not cooperate.

"Please do me a favor." Lan Ze was a little emotional, "Take good care of your mother."

"It's up to you to give orders. Everything should be done."

"Okay. My dear son, go and do your work."

Before going to bed, Lan Ze lay on the bed, a little unable to sleep.

simply……

【I miss you. When I turn fifty in a few years, I will go find you.】
Chapter completed!