On the way back to Earth, Mo Mo looked handsome and cute with long hair of a special color.

This child has had no brothers or sisters of the same age since he was a child. When he was still a little old, he was very good at coaxing little sisters he didn't know to play with him.

Returning to his father and brother, the boy instinctively dropped his coaxing attitude. As soon as his head was shaved, his gangsterism was immediately revealed.

A piece of long hair is not worth much, even if it is of high quality and rare silvery white color.

The little money that came into his account was taxed. He was twenty-six years old and had no children in his name, so it was time to deduct the birth tax. From the rest, he could still afford dozens of rice noodles.

The four of us had a particularly hearty noodle soup meal.

Mo Mo happily drank the last mouthful of soup. She was about to pay the bill, but found that the bill had already been paid.

He asked around. Mai embarrassedly admitted that he was the one who rushed to pay.

"I'm waiting for you to treat me to a big dinner!" Mo Mo said aggrievedly. "You didn't even take me with you when you had a good meal on the ground."

Mo Mo was deeply impressed by my brothers' mukbang shows many years ago. After all, he was still a child at that time and had a very good memory.

At that time, Xiaomi, Douzi, Zhang Yidian, the two sisters in Tiantian, and the children's mother were all still alive.

Lan Ze was afraid that they would suddenly talk about those who could not come back, so he quickly said:

"I'll treat you to a big dinner. What would you like to eat?"

"I want to eat the steamed meatballs made by dad."

"Lion head?"

"I want to eat the braised lion's head too."

Lan Ze carefully recalled the difference between meatballs and lion heads. Then he remembered that the steamed meatballs were the ones Momo had eaten when he had just taken them out of the development box. Except for a small amount of salt, there was almost no seasoning and they were about the same size.

Let the baby hold it in one hand.

Every time he makes it, he has to put a lot of vegetables. Bamboo shoots, mushrooms, carrots, whatever. They say they are meatballs, but in fact, more than half of them are vegetables. They are completely glued together by eggs, making them tender and juicy.

Things belong to children’s early memories.

"Okay, now go home and we'll cook for ourselves tonight." Lan Ze stroked Mo Mo's bald head again.

Although this city is close to Lanze's laboratories, it is far from home.

Xiong Xiaohei soared into the sky again.

This time, we finally headed east, near the sea, and landed at our own small airport.

The group got off the plane. Mo Mo looked around curiously.

He had heard of this big house where his father and his sworn uncle lived together, but he had never been there.

Lan Ze turned around and gave instructions. Xiong Xiaohei sang a song by Brother Wheat and slipped back to the hangar. He cleaned the wings, updated consumables, and drank fuel. This version of the aircraft nervous system has added some small humanized changes.

.such as taste and mood.

If the hydrocarbons entering the inlet of consumables are mixed with maintenance agents that the body desperately needs, the nervous system will trigger pleasant rewards and adjust the internal circulation mode.

For Xiong Xiaohei, proper maintenance makes him feel happy, and at the same time he switches to a state suitable for travel; flying for too long accumulates fatigue, and gradually increases the priority of rest. The so-called emotions are a very practical logical toolkit. Especially suitable for those who do not understand

Technology interacts between aircraft owners and aircraft systems.

Lan Ze didn't have time to take the pilot's license test. But the Zhen type aircraft can fly on its own and does not need an operator. Anyone from the security team can accompany it, and they can handle emergency situations; because the Zhen type aircraft has a high safety level, and they all have driver's licenses anyway.

"Why do I feel like such a big plane is like a pet?" Lan Mo watched Xiong Xiaohei return to his cabin, eager to follow him.

Lan Ze reached out and grabbed his collar: "You want to live with it? Isn't it suitable?"

"Just take a look?"

"What's the rush? It's time for it to go to bed. We'll see tomorrow. But you, too, need a place to stay at night."

The large house at home, which consists of the main building and the north and south towers, is currently empty.

Everyone has gone to work. Even Wei Hanyang is running around. After all, Gungun, whom he worries about the most, is already eighteen years old, and there is no need to protect him like an old hen nestling in his nest.

The house maintenance staff comes only once every half a month to replenish the nutrient solution consumed by the garden system upstairs and downstairs, and deal with some temporary chores. For example, the squirrel that got lost and got into the exhaust vent at home and cannot get out;

Fence gate chewed up by passing goats.

Since there was no one at home, Lao Chen and Xiaomai's dogs were kept at a pet base in the city.

However, Lanze's security team has always been guarding the perimeter.

Mo Mo stood looking at the house: "Isn't there a large family at home? Why is there no sound at all?"

His father, brother, and uncle all watched with him.

It was late afternoon, the sky was a bit overcast, and the big house looked very solemn.

"There should be some empty rooms in the North Tower." Lan Ze thought for a while.

Although the house at home is large, it is always crowded with children and grandchildren every Chinese New Year. Basically every room in the main building and the south tower has an owner. The north tower is more flexible and can be regarded as a guest room.

"It's not suitable there. It's too deserted." Mai said. "Share a room with me."

"Don't you live in the same room as Lan Shu?" Dad asked.

"Momo sleeps in my bed, and I sleep in Lan Shu's. Lan Shu doesn't come back usually. I'll talk to him when he comes back."

Lan Shu listened to his third brother. He would do whatever the third brother asked him to do.

"Then follow your arrangement." Dad had no objection.

"Did you ask me? Would I like to sleep in your bed?" Mo Mo said arrogantly.

"Then are you willing?" Wheat had no choice but to ask again.

"Nonsense. Of course I do."

"..."

Mo Mo didn't come back from the space city empty-handed. He entered the house and went to the second floor. When he got to the room, he took out his old clothes from his father's bag.

I took out a lot of things from the inner and outer pockets of my clothes and trousers... which can be said to be tools or toys. They are all tattered-looking things, and some of them have an extra layer of rags wrapped around them. I don't know.

What exactly is protected inside?

Mo Mo took it out very carefully and placed it very carefully. His eyes were shining.

Seeing this pile of treasures, Xiaomai's heart moved: "There is something at home that you definitely want to see."

"What is it?"

"Follow me."

The two brothers ran through the corridor excitedly. When Lan Ze looked at the direction, he knew that he was going to Xiaoxiao's room to see the workstation and the receiving end of the communication beacon. Among the old and new workstations, there were nodes that were set up in Space City over the years and sent back to China.

All the information. There is also Xiaoxiao’s recent simulation of the tearing process of the space city.

Lan Ze stayed behind and looked at the things Mo Mo left on the table.

No wonder his clothes are heavy. How many treasures are hidden inside?

Mo Mo also carries some simple and common tools with him.

The composite handle of the screwdriver was actually cracked.

The outside of the handle is neatly wrapped with rubber and non-slip strips of cloth. The environmental protection or poverty of the space city can be seen by looking at Momo's portable tools.

Lan Ze couldn't help but pick it up and look at it carefully.

When he got closer, he realized that the metal part of the screwdriver was dull and reflected green light, and the color was wrong.

Is there any normal cemented carbide that glows green? Lan Ze has no idea. The main body of the screwdriver's alloy should be steel.

I put it in front of my nose and smelled it, and it seemed to emit a cool air with a faint fishy odor.

Comrade Lao Jiang took it and smelled it too.

"Is this the murder weapon?" Lanze asked tentatively.

Although he heard Mo Mo talk about the days when he was killing people and destroying people in the space city and hiding around, he was in a happy mood while chatting, which diluted the danger.

Suddenly seeing such a thing, he was still a little uneasy.

"I polished it myself." Lao Jiang touched the flat head of the screwdriver and put the tool down. "It should have been used as a weapon."

Seeing how calm he was, Lan Ze also calmed down.

The child finally returned to a safe place. Otherwise, he would not have left the "weapon" casually.

He went through all the hardships to return to Earth and spent nearly two months on the road, which was enough to form a psychological buffer between the space city and the Earth.

Lan Ze made the beds for the two children and went to the first floor to cook.

Lao Jiang followed him closely.

Halfway through the walk, Lan Ze said: "What do you think?"
Chapter completed!