Lanze simply used cooking as an excuse to escape to the kitchen.

My father-in-law did not chase me into the kitchen. He sent my mother-in-law in instead.

While the mother-in-law was helping, she continued to be reasonable and affectionate towards her son-in-law.

Even if Lan Ze declares his attitude: He originally supported Zhang He to board the Crescent Ship... he can't stop the old woman from nagging.

After cooking, Lan Ze was also angry.

While the whole family was coming to the restaurant for dinner, he slapped the table.

There was silence in the restaurant. Fengfeng hid behind the old lady, and Nannan pulled Zhang Qingsong.

"Whether Zhang He goes to Xinyue or not has nothing to do with me! I give you two choices: either get out now! Or shut up and wait for her to come back, and you can convince her yourself."

"Mr. Lan, this..." Zhang Qingsong panicked slightly.

"Who are you?" Lan Ze glanced at him.

"Dad." Mo Mo walked from behind to Lan Ze, stretched out his hand, and was picked up by his father.

This meal was tasteless.

However, Lan Ze miraculously discovered that his father-in-law and mother-in-law became polite to him again.

A few days later, Zhang He finally came back.

Zhang He took Xiao Mu and came home to recognize the door.

They entered the house through the underground gate and walked around in the basement and on the first floor. Without even drinking water, they jumped out of the window on the first floor and walked straight to the small workshop in the thin snow.

Lan Ze was in class at the time. When his wristband vibrated, he received a video gift package from the door and window surveillance system at home.

After class, he was held back by the enthusiastic students for a while. The freshmen who took his class this year were lively, cute and young. They didn't like serious classes and preferred to listen to Teacher Lan's bragging. As long as it had something to do with aerospace, they would listen to anything they said.

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Lanze promised that as long as it did not affect the study of the main class, he could research materials and prepare lessons, and tell them a brief history of the development of aerospace mathematics in each class.

Anyway, he doesn’t know anything about other things related to aerospace.

Jiang Hanchen was also willing to listen to these things. Throughout the class, everyone's eyes lit up when Lan Zeyi talked about the unofficial history and jokes he had seen while reading documents.

Except for Mo Mo. He was the only one who couldn't understand.

Lan Ze took Xiao Jiang and Mo Mo out of the teaching area by car. After entering the family area, the three of them got out of the car. The car went home by itself and they walked back.

This is Lanze's outdoor exercise for Mo Mo.

There are scattered snowflakes floating in the sky. When you raise your head and blow on your lips, the snowflakes will drift away.

When he was raising his four older brothers, Lanze, a father, had a lot of free time and could play outdoors with them every day. But it was not possible to raise little Momo. He had too many big and small things to do, so he could only make ends meet for Momo.

Find opportunities to move your body.

Two adults took one child, and the pace was not slow, because they were running all the way. When they were happy, they would roar twice.

In order to prevent the child from sweating and catching cold in the cold weather, Lan Ze specially put on single pants for Mo Mo.

Anyway, I have no objection.

In the warm room, a single pair of pants was enough. Mo Mo lay on the ground, tore up his cloth book, and scribbled his dreams on thick paper as big as himself.

It's as warm as spring in the car. It's enough to add a thick coat after getting off the car.

Mo Mo still has no opinion.

Lan Ze walked to his family's house, but did not enter the door. He went straight to the small workshop.

After opening the inner and outer doors of the small workshop, I looked inside and saw that Zhang He and Xiao Mu were not the only ones inside. Four women, Zhang He, Mu Weizhe, Zhang Lulian, and Sister K, were playing with the machine excitedly.

Mo Mo caught a glimpse of her mother.

"Mom! Mom!"

The child threw off his little coat and rushed in.

"Hey, you're back!" Zhang He picked up the doll on the ground, held it in his arms, and looked towards the door.

Xiao Mu saw Xiao Momo showing his face on his mother's shoulder, and called with a smile: "Hey, little friend."

Lan Ze breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the person she called was a child and not a boyfriend.

"Let's have dinner together." Lan Ze suggested.

"Go to the cafeteria." Zhang He said, "Your treat."

The word "treat" contained deep consideration. Lan Ze felt it.

So, the two of them smiled tacitly.

At the dining table in the cafeteria, Zhang He forwarded Mu Weizhe's math test paper to Lan Ze and solemnly handed over the child's tutoring task to him.

In the future, tutoring classes will mainly rely on remote contact. Whether or not we meet in person will actually have little impact on the class.

"Once a teacher, always a father." Xiao Mu greeted Teacher Lan with corn juice, "From now on, you will be my father."

Lan Ze didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then I am really not an ordinary precocious person."

Having a baby at the age of ten is beyond the reach of even the demon monster Wei.

Mo Mo stood up from her seat. "Sister Mu!"

The kid raised his sippy cup high to intercept the corn juice swooping toward his father.

Old K was lying on the table blowing bubbles in the soy milk with a straw, laughing at the young people's mischief.

"Okay, just call me teacher." Zhang He patted Xiao Mu, "Don't call me old too. How old is he?"

The relationship between age and seniority is like a spider web, getting more and more messy.

After dinner, Old Sister K said goodbye first, and Lulu took Xiao Mu to arrange a place to stay.

Lan Ze took advantage of the heat in the cafeteria to sit for a while and read Xiao Mu's test paper.

"I'll go! You want to trade yourself for someone like this?"

"Yeah. So, you have to worry more." Zhang He smiled sheepishly, "Anyway, I won't be a mathematician or a designer in the future. Just make up for it and it will be enough."

"How did she get into the joint exam?"

"Yeah. It's more skillful to guess the topic..."

Lan Ze can understand why Mu Weizhe is reluctant to work as a repairman on the HT Alliance ship. At her level... it is not difficult to join the Alliance.

If this is really going to teach her, Lan Ze feels that calling her dad is not enough. Lan Ze wants her to call her grandpa.

"You also know that the educational level of foreign universities is just that. Her family has no money. The upper limit of human efforts will eventually be suppressed by objective conditions."

"So, what do you mean..." Lan Ze gritted his teeth, "Let me tailor a set of teaching materials specifically for her?"

"It's not impossible. In the future, it can be used by others." Zhang He smiled apologetically and drew random pictures on the cake.

"Is there anyone in China with such a poor foundation in mathematics?"

"There are a lot of them. Beauticians, massagers, spoon-bumpers...and don't just look at China. The world is a big place. In a few years, the young people on the Crescent will also grow up, and most of them will not

We need elite mathematics education. We also need a set of simplified, practical and easy-to-learn teaching materials."

The first group was full of people waiting, but Lan Ze didn't listen. The "young man on the Crescent Moon" convinced him at once.

Although Zhang He has not yet decided whether to go to the Crescent, he thinks that his wife should go. If he really becomes the county magistrate of that super-poor county, he will also have to worry about the education of young people.
Chapter completed!