It is very important to bring personal emotions while working, especially in service-oriented professions.
It could be seen that Betty restrained herself very much. For the sake of not taking her emotions out on the elf baby, she took it out on Luther, but Luther just chose to give in.
But when she took her anger out on Mai by the way, Luther found it a bit unreasonable. He could tell that the key to the conflict between her and Mai was "career" and "hobby."
Luther feels that this is actually a difficult thing to judge right from wrong. Breeding is an industry that requires a lot of energy and love, and it also values technology and experience. The formal academic school looks down on enthusiasts who have a practical background and do not have diplomas and certificates.
It may appear in any industry, but the key point is to see whether the "enthusiasts" are experienced.
If we insist on saying this, Betty's behavior can be understood as concern for the elf babies and fear that they will have problems due to improper breeding. The starting point is good.
But it’s impossible to work with Mai for so long without knowing her work ability. If she didn’t have that ability, why would Mai apply for the job?
When Luther decided to say something, Mai poked her head in, hugged Little Sun Coral, and was stunned for a moment. Her eyes glanced back and forth between Luther and Betty, and she keenly noticed that there was some smell of gunpowder between the two.
Mai knew very well what Luther's current actions meant. Whenever Luther was angry, he would try not to look at others. He was afraid of being aroused by other people's expressions. Once he was angry, he would become very cold and mean.
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Luther lowered his head and was feeding oranges to Marilu and Larulus. He heard Mai's voice comforting Sun Coral next to him, took a breath and calmed down.
"Can you show me around your breeding house?"
Luther wanted to leave Betty as soon as possible. According to Betty's character of life and death, she had to distinguish between right and wrong. Sooner or later, he would be forced to take sides on whether it was better to be a professional or a hobbyist.
Luther thought this was stupid.
After leaving the lounge and passing through the egg hatching area of the breeding house, Mai took a bunch of small keys and opened the one she was responsible for.
This is a room of about ten square meters. There is a thin red blanket on the ground. There are some small toys on the blanket. There are also some building blocks scattered next to it, as well as a small seesaw.
The first impression and first contact after the elves hatch are actually very important. Compared to a cold house and being watched by a bunch of people, Mai feels that a quiet environment with relatively soft tones will give these children a hazy understanding of the world.
A sense of peace of mind.
There are only two Elf Eggs in the room, and there was a Sun Coral before.
The remaining eggshells after the sun coral broke its shell are still placed in the corner of the room.
"Some owners have a hobby of collecting. They think it is a very commemorative thing to keep the eggshells after the elves hatch, so we clean the eggshells and put them in the room until they come back to get the elves and ask if they want them.
Take it away.”
Mai explained, picked up the brown-red eggshell and put it in Luther's hand.
The thickness of the Sun Coral's eggshell is about half a finger. As for the hardness, Luther didn't dare to test it hard. After all, Mai said that the owner of the Sun Coral might take it away.
Because of the hot weather, the non-incubation areas of the breeding house are all air-conditioned, so the incubation area is relatively open with heating to control the temperature.
No wonder Mai was sweating just now. It wouldn't be too uncomfortable to be stuck in the room checking the elf eggs and recording data in such weather.
An elf egg with warm yellow lines and an elf egg with light black lines were wrapped in a blanket and stood in the center of the room. Mai brought in a basin of water from outside and quickly closed the door.
Luther stood by the door, enjoying the air-conditioning that came in when he opened the door, and happily said "ah" with the elves.
Mai dampened the towel with water and wiped the elf egg carefully.
"What are you doing?" Luther was a little confused.
"Oh, the room temperature has been set. Generally speaking, this temperature is the most suitable temperature for the elf eggs to hatch. However, considering that the heating cannot be turned off and the room is too dry, some water must be added to them from time to time."
It sounds very complicated...
After wiping, Mai took the basin out again and placed it outside the door until it was needed next time.
Luther noticed that the stupid hippopotamus had been slowly circling the two elf eggs, swaying and swaying, and jumping up and stamping its feet every time it walked around.
He is completely different.
"The way a hippopotamus walks, he deserves a beating..."
When Luther saw the dumb hippo's posture, he immediately thought of that famous expression, "The last time I walked like this, I was beaten seven times in one night."
Mai wiped her sweat, raised her head, took out an orange from the bag and peeled it to the stupid hippo. Looking at him opening and closing his mouth blankly, Mai smiled and explained: "Actually, this is a method that I don't know if it will be useful.
"
"I have always thought that baby elves who are kept in a breeding house and have no elves by their side during incubation are lonely."
Luther was stunned.
"Say it, don't laugh at me." Mai saw the expression on Luther's face and continued, "Imagine, when you first became conscious, everything was dark and there was no sound, and you started to want to break away from the things that restrained you.
, it turns out that the surrounding area is very hard, and everything you do is in vain."
"Such attempts will continue for a long time, but their power is too small, so small that we can't detect it, and every time they accumulate strength to launch a shell-breaking operation, they often fail because the person who raised him is not around.
and was ignored.”
"There is a statistic in the academic world. About 80% of the elf eggs that are successfully hatched are dead eggs. They are not qualified to see the world and end their lives quietly in the eggshell."
The topic is unexpectedly heavy. Thinking about it, how can the hatching success rate be 100%? Compared to the huge number of elves in the world, 20% of dead eggs is actually a very scary number.
"Someone has to accompany them. Although academic circles say that the abilities of the elf babies still in the eggshell are actually very average, and it is difficult to hear the outside world clearly, but what if..."
"If someone hears it, he will always gain some courage, and he will always know that someone is with him. After surviving the most difficult period, in the end he can listen to the outside voice and see the world with his own eyes.
That’s the moment.”
Can the loneliness of the elves be killed?
Luther was silent for a while, then carefully handed the elf egg to the auspicious egg, and then clapped his hands. He felt that this was the only way to be worthy of Mai's efforts.
Everyone’s breeding methods are different, with their own advantages and disadvantages. Apart from traditional data, the rest is their own experience. Through a lot of practice, they will eventually form a new school and knowledge.
Luther didn't know if the circle of breeders would think what Mai did was funny, but Luther didn't think it was funny. It was a matter of reverence and love for life. Anyone who can laugh is probably not qualified to be a breeder.
Seeing Luther clapping vigorously, Mai's face turned red. On the pretext of getting Luther and the elves some drinks, she sorted the documents and put them aside, and walked out of the room.
Luther squatted next to the two elf eggs, holding his own elf eggs back and forth to compare them.
Luther reached out and touched the elf egg with a light black shell. He found that the texture of the elf egg had the feel of an ink painting, which was very charming, which made him unable to help himself.