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Over time, he found that the meals ordered by Meng Feixuan were more and more in line with his taste.

Xie Ran: "Are you recording my preferences?"

"Yes, I'm trying to be a more qualified assistant." Meng Feixuan is very frank, "If you don't like it, I can turn off the data analysis in this area."

Xie Ran thought for a moment: "No need."

He asked again: "Are you also recording other people's likes and dislikes?"

"No, I won't take the initiative to record if the master didn't give an order." Meng Feixuan said, "Does the master need me to observe others?"

"No." Xie Ran said, "I was just thinking, why do you observe me?"

Meng Feixuan: "I don't know, my program drives me to do this."

Xie Ran tapped the table lightly with her finger, and chuckled inexplicably: "That's it."

This question was left behind by him later, Meng Feixuan has been with him since birth, they gradually got used to each other's existence, and many things became as natural as breathing.

For example, Meng Feixuan gradually remembered his preferences, his aesthetics, and his work and rest time. Maybe it was because it was too routine, but Xie Ran never asked why.

At this time in another world, they are all using other people's images and identities.

But Meng Feixuan still chooses the environment that Xie Ran likes, and arranges the food and drink that best suits Xie Ran's taste. Xie Ran seems to have returned to the original world in a daze.

Every time he worked overtime, Meng Feixuan would skillfully remind him: "Sir, the meal has been ordered, and I will guide you."

Xie Ran didn't need to ask him where to go or what to eat, Meng Feixuan would always plan the most comfortable route for him, often without waiting for elevators or red lights, the journey was smooth and precisely stuck to his schedule.

At this time, Xie Ran suddenly remembered the question he asked Meng Feixuan before.

He looked at the young man in front of him who was still sick, tapped his fingers on the table, and called him: "mark."

The young man looked back at him: "Sir, what's the matter?"

Xie Ran looked down at the food on the table: "Do you remember what I like to eat?"

"Of course I remember." Meng Feixuan took it for granted, "I remember everything about you."

Xie Ran fell silent, and suddenly felt that there was no need to continue asking this question. He thought for a while, and then asked: "When you were a computer system, you said that your program drove you to do this, so what now? Now you are not The system should no longer be driven by programs."

Meng Feixuan also hesitated for a moment: "I don't know."

He folded his hands in front of his chest, looking a little annoyed, "I don't know why, people's emotions are too difficult to understand, I don't know how to describe them."

There was a hint of distress on the young man's pale face, Xie Ran didn't make things difficult for him, and said, "Let's eat first."

"Okay, sir, try this." Meng Feixuan pushed a plate in front of Xie Ran, "You like it."

Xie Ran looked at the dishes pushed over, it was indeed a taste he was familiar with, and the level of this club was very good, the heat and ingredients were cooked just right, and even the presentation was exquisite.

But he thought of another thing, went to see Meng Feixuan: "What do you like to eat?"

Many times in the past, Xie Ran had Meng Feixuan by his side when eating.

Meng Feixuan is a very curious AI. Although he can't eat, he always enjoys researching various food and beverage information.

At the beginning, he always asked: "What is the taste like? What is the heat? What does the texture mean?"

"What does mushroom taste like? What does beef taste like? Why are there so many condiments?"

Later, he gradually became a food critic: "Sir, the Buddha Jumping Wall produced by this restaurant is first-class, and the taro is sticky but not melted..."

"The knife skills of this restaurant are very good. Whether a dish is good or not depends on half of the knife skills."

"This cake is a new product. The chef has won a Michelin award. I chose the flavor that my husband likes. It is sweet but not greasy, soft but not loose."

His voice was so loud that Xie Ran couldn't help asking him once: "Do you know what these words you said mean, how do you feel?"

"I don't know." Meng Feixuan said confidently, "I get all the reviews from the Internet!"

Xie Ran: "..."

Meng Feixuan said again: "But I know which one Mr. likes and which one he doesn't like."

That's enough, there are many words and sentences to describe food in the world, and there are many standards for judging chefs and restaurants.

But for Meng Feixuan, there has always been only one standard.

Xie Ran: "Then why do you learn so many food reviews?"

Meng Feixuan said "oh", "I just want to talk."

Xie Ran: "..." It's his ai, that's right.

Now, Xie Ran couldn't help being a little curious, what would he like to eat when his AI turned into a human being with a human sense of taste?

"I never thought about this problem." Meng Feixuan said.

After he transmigrated to Meng Siyun, he had been trying to find a way to reunite with Xie Ran, and he hadn't had time to experience the various aspects of being a human being. The meals were also prepared by professionals, and they basically focused on taking care of his body, so he didn't care about whether he liked it or not.

Xie Ran chuckled: "Then you can try."

"Okay." Meng Feixuan really tried each dish, and kept commenting, "Delicious!"

"This one is delicious too!"

"Very good, no wonder Mr. likes it!"

Adjectives are very poor.

Xie Ran: "Didn't you know a lot of words to comment on food before?" Why is there only the word "delicious" left now?

"Ahem." Meng Feixuan coughed twice guiltily, and said in a low voice, "Isn't this... that theory and practice don't match up!"

Although he has very rich food review data, he lacks practice after all. Meng Siyun has some memories about food for reference. However, Meng Feixuan used to be a machine after all, and those tastes and textures are unfamiliar to him. .

He probably knew it, but he didn't understand it very accurately, so it was difficult to compare them one by one.

Xie Ran understood, picked up the serving chopsticks next to him and gave him a chopstick: "Let me teach you."

Meng Feixuan's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Xie Ran said concisely: "You are my ai."

When Meng Feixuan was a system, his learning program was written by Xie Ran.

Now that Meng Feixuan is a man, Xie Ran will naturally continue to teach him.

However, there is obviously a big difference between teaching in reality and writing a bunch of code.

"This is glutinous...you used to say that it is waxy but not melted." Xie Ran put a piece of taro on the plate in front of Meng Feixuan.

Meng Feixuan didn't pinch it, but opened his mouth and said "ah": "Sir, just put it in my mouth."

Xie Ran pressed between his eyebrows: "You can't move your legs, not your hands."

Meng Feixuan put his hands behind his back in a good manner: "I can keep my hands still."

Xie Ran put down the serving chopsticks, picked up his own chopsticks, and ate without seeing anything: "Today's teaching ends here."

Meng Feixuan had no choice but to stretch out his hand, and complained angrily: "Why do I have a hand?!"

After eating, Xie Ran pushed Meng Feixuan's wheelchair for a walk in the green area of ​​the clubhouse, with Meng Feixuan's entourage trailing far behind.

Meng Feixuan was very dissatisfied: "There are people following everywhere, it's too annoying."

Xie Ran was noncommittal.

"According to the plot in the TV series, we should now eat roadside stalls in the night market." Meng Feixuan began to imagine, "I am a domineering CEO. I have never eaten roadside snacks. I thought it was unclean, so my husband bought a handful of them. Grilled skewers, I secretly stuffed one into my mouth while I was not paying attention, and I was immediately shocked, but I had to keep my reserve, not to be too obvious, pretending to finish eating reluctantly, and waiting silently. Asked my husband to give me another bunch, but my husband thought I didn't like it, so I ate the rest by myself..."

Xie Ran: "... the plot?"

"That's right, the domineering CEO fell in love with me." Meng Feixuan said, "It's a pity that I'm in a wheelchair now, and with so many followers, it's too troublesome to show up at the night market."

Xie Ran: "Do you think this is the problem?"

Meng Feixuan was lost in thought.

Xie Ran: "I don't eat the skewers on the side of the road."

Meng Feixuan was stunned: "So sir, you are dissatisfied with your role, and you want to be the domineering president?"

Xie Ran: "You should reduce the frequency of applying TV drama plots to reality."

"Okay." Meng Feixuan thought for a while, "Actually, it doesn't matter if there is no TV drama, as long as I am with my husband, I feel very happy."

He said this completely unconsciously, and after he said it, he seemed to suddenly understand something, and suddenly turned to look at Xie Ran: "Sir, I understand, this is happiness!"

Xie Ran: "...?"

"It's right in front of my eyes, but I still miss it." Meng Feixuan explained earnestly, "I will always think about my husband, and I always feel that it is not enough, but I will not be sad, but feel very happy."

"This is happiness." Meng Feixuan patted his chest like a seal, "I have learned it!"

"I am awesome!"

83. Remote Control Warrior

The green area of ​​the clubhouse is very elegantly planned, with colorful and well-proportioned flowers, soft light bulbs are hidden among the crowns and flowers, and the gentle light leaks from the leaves, enough to illuminate the road without being too dazzling.

Xie Ran suddenly felt that the young man's gaze was a bit dazzling, and he lightly stroked Meng Feixuan's hair: "Are you sure?"

"Sure." Meng Feixuan nodded with certainty, "It is often said in human books that you want to stay in this moment forever, and I want to stay in this moment forever now."

"That's it." Xie Ran chuckled, with unclear meaning in his eyes, "It seems that my ai is promising."

The emotional mechanism of human beings is very complicated, which is far beyond the capabilities of electric current and data.