Hoo!

The father and son put down the tableware and breathed a long breath, with satisfaction on their faces.

Comfortable!

"Dad made it delicious." Eric praised and said, "it's still the original taste."

Charles smiled and said, "sometimes, I really doubt whether you have been in China, Dad, or were Chinese in your previous life."

Mike was stunned, pinched his chin and said, "is it so obvious?"

"Hahaha!" Charles smiled and said, "your liking for China is obviously beyond ordinary people."

Eric nodded and said strangely, "I remember when you read the news, you looked very seriously when talking about China. Even when talking about the bad of China, you sneered and scolded the speaker as a pig."

Charles pointed his fingers and said, "when you celebrate Chinese festivals, you can also make delicious Chinese dishes, and even bargain in Chinatown in Chinese. You have a clear preference for China..."

He looked up at Mike and said strangely, "Dad, you won't have anything with China? For example, have you ever had an unforgettable love story with a Chinese?"

Mike shrugged carelessly, then patted Charles on the forehead, patted Charles' gossip expression off, and said, "go, where is love!"

Mike picked up the tableware with a smile and said, "I just like China very much!"

I just like it to the bone.

Silently added in his heart, Mike turned and walked into the kitchen.

"I'll make a cup of coffee."

Eric got up and walked out the door.

Charles turned around and shouted, "cook two more cups, both dad and I want it."

Eric waved his hand to show understanding, opened the door and walked out.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and patted it gently. After a cigarette jumped out, he took it and stuffed it into his mouth. He touched his pocket and forgot to take the lighter.

After patting his forehead, when he was going to go back to the room to get the lighter first, one hand held the lighter and stretched out next to him.

"Huh?"

He was stunned and smiled at Charles.

"I knew you couldn't help smoking."

Charles lit it, stuffed the lighter into his pocket and said, "I'll make coffee, and... Smoke less."

Eric nodded and took a leisurely puff of smoke, looking happy.

A cold wind blew, Eric shivered, but the smoke he vomited hit his face, making him cough uncontrollably.

He couldn't help scolding in his heart. Eric stubbornly spit out a cigarette in the wind again. When the cigarette hit his face, he turned away and couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, his eyes flashed blank.

They went home, but what was he going to do next?

With his education background, he has no worries about food and drink in his life, but he is not happy when he thinks about it.

With a pick of his finger, the metal lighter in his pocket floated out, flying and rotating at his fingertips.

His ability has become stronger and stronger in recent years.

He always felt that God had given him this ability for a reason.

But now he hasn't found the reason.

He believes Charles feels the same about these.

When they went to college, they had discussed this problem, but... They didn't discuss a result.

In other words, they actually vaguely understand what they need to do, but they dare not take the first step.

After smoking a cigarette, his mind was still very confused. Eric let out a low scold, snuffed out the cigarette end in his hand, then shook his head with a wry smile and strode back to the room.

When he opened the door, there was only the sound of the TV. He looked up and saw Mike and Charles sitting on the sofa, looking at the news seriously. A smile appeared on their faces. When they were about to shout, his eyes were also attracted by the news on the TV.

There is news about mutant people on TV.

Several mutant children were arrested for committing crimes with their own abilities. When they were arrested, they were still shouting the name of the black queen.

Then there was another news record, which was what the black queen had done with the mutants of Hellfire over the years.

Eric walked slowly to the sofa and sat beside Mike as he watched.

The news is not over yet, and the news about mutants is still playing.

Some people condemn mutants, and some even say that mutants are monsters. Mutants are criminals. Of course, there are also people who sympathize with mutants

Mike noticed their expressions and turned off the TV directly.

The two men were silent, and their expressions were very dignified and a little confused.

For a moment, Charles broke the silence first.

He squeezed out a smile and said, "it was better when I was a child."

What is shown on TV is always animation.

He suddenly remembered the encrypted channel he accidentally saw when he grabbed the TV signal box with Eric.

That time, he was really impressed, but after that, he never saw it once, even now.

Because after going through actual battles, he suddenly felt that this thing is like that

Thinking suddenly turned a little, Charles hurriedly converged, put his hands on the back of his head, leaned back gently, and sighed.

Eric shook his head and said, "but we can't be children forever."

The two men were silent.

Mike got up, brought coffee to them, sat opposite them, pushed the coffee in front of and behind them, and tried it by himself.

It's bitter, but after the bitter taste, it's very fragrant, and even a trace of sweetness continues to spread.

He looked at them and suddenly said, "don't you really have any ideas?"

The two men suddenly looked up at Mike, with a stunned expression, but their hearts were kind of relaxed after being seen through.

They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing mark smiling at them, they couldn't help laughing.

"Let's talk about your own ideas, and don't worry about me. I'm not as rigid as you think."

Mike winked at them and said with a smile, "maybe I can give you some suggestions."

The two nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, Eric said, "Dad, Charles and I came to this world to ask us to do something? Otherwise, why do we have this ability?"

Mike put down the cup in his hand and said, "what to do? This ability is yours. Whatever you do, it's your choice! It's not what you want to do, but what you are willing to do with this ability."

"As long as you are willing, even if you are picking up garbage, you will be happy."

"Think about what you want to do with them."

When the two men were silent, Charles said with a wry smile, "in fact, we had an idea before, but we were afraid of your objection, Dad."

Mike raised his eyebrows, but he already had the answer in his heart.

Eric said, "we need to do something for mutants."