After being criticized by Mickey Ling, the Eagle Nose Chief showed no unpleasantness. He was like a machine without emotion, running accurately without any irrelevant variables.

My father always educates Midou to learn to control his emotions. Whether it is joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, it must be stable in a threshold, and not to be high or low. The better a person is, the more capable he has emotional control.

Midou seemed to understand it but at this moment, he suddenly understood that his father's good intentions were to let him learn a skill from a young age, that is, precision.

My father said that accuracy is difficult, but people will have errors, but we must try our best to be accurate. People can control their emotions, which is the prerequisite for achieving accuracy.

Only when people are emotionally stable can they make accurate judgments and behaviors.

This may be one of the reasons why robots have advantages in the 2070 world, they will not be disturbed by emotions.

Midou didn't know whether the leader of the Hawk Nose was a human or a robot, but Midou knew that the men in black at the scene must be human.

Just as Midou was thinking about it, the conversation between Dad and the Hooked Nose Master was still going on.

"My question is..." The Hook-Nose Chief paused and said, "Can you explain, how do you view this strange schoolbag?"

"I think this is a bug. Obviously, this bug has nothing to do with us, and we also want to know the truth, but you know, we don't have the right to ask too much," Mickey Ling said.

Dad's answer was clear, and the head of the hook nose was silent for a moment, as if he had thought about it carefully.

"Mr. Mickey Ling, please forgive my subordinates for taking the liberty to visit. Because of your identity, I must report this schoolbag incident to my superiors. Please allow my subordinates to continue to stay in your home for a moment later. This is the case, and bye." After that, the virtual display disappeared and the call ended.

Midou leaned on his father's lap, and his father reached out and touched his head.

The mother also reached out to hold her father's hand, and the whole family leaned together, waiting for further news.

The man in black continued to wait in the room. They went to see the oven that made the biscuits. The man in black in black, who led the team exclaimed, "This thing is so high-end, I have never seen it before."

The other men in black also echoed and made a squeal of praise.

In the 2070 world where high-tech is popular, Midou actually regards an electric oven as the object of praise, which surprised him a little, but he could probably guess that after all, the food here is all distributed, and ordinary people are not allowed to have small meals.

Therefore, it is normal to have never seen an electric oven.

"Can you demonstrate it for us? We really want to know how food is produced through it." The man in black who led the team said to Midou's mother in a polite tone.

Midou's mother looked at her father, and Mickey nodded.

Mom walked over and took out a small box from the drawer and several homemade gadgets.

Mom opened the box and found fermented dough inside. She said: "This is the raw material needed to make cookies. This is a wild buckwheat, which mainly relies on it as the raw material for cookies."

"Can I interrupt you, how did you get this raw material?" the man in black asked respectfully.

"I accidentally discovered this plant in the wild, then took off its seeds and cultivated it at home." As she said that, my mother took the man in black to the balcony to see the "wheat field" she made with various boxes and plastic pipes.

"In addition to these, if you want the biscuits to taste delicious, you also need sugar, oil and other raw materials. These raw materials are relatively easy to find." Mom said, and showed some small bottles.

"Of course, the most important thing is that we know this because we have a book that teaches us how to make these. This book comes with the electric oven. I think this is the gift of the Lord of Mystery." Mom said, and started to operate it. Soon, a few biscuit embryos were made. She put them into the oven and pressed the oven button.

In more than ten minutes, the cookies were baked. My mother took out the cookies and said to the men in black generously: "You can taste it."
Chapter completed!