Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

Shen Ye flicked the light screen to glance at it. The chef's dishes must be top-notch, and they are still the original flavors he is good at. They are objective and solid, and there are no comments or sensationalism.

The article describes in plain language Luanke Tang's ups and downs of living in an orphanage when he was a child, leaving to live alone until the onset of neuron disorder, and then picking up a black girl, Hemu, and bringing her up.

Do I use this connotation?Shen Ye glanced at Nuka suspiciously, and followed the fingertips to see the photo at the end.

It was a group photo of Hemu and Tang. They were standing in the alley in front of their house. The wall and door panel behind them had been repainted. Sew firmly in place.

Tang was wearing a brand-new walking aid, and his standing posture was still a bit sloppy, but his face was full of smiles.He held Hemu with one hand, and turned his head slightly to show that he was talking to him.

Hemu stood upright, which made her look taller than Tang by a little bit. She was facing the camera stiffly, with her thick lips slightly parted, and a standard smile for taking pictures. Her absent-minded pupils were tilted in different directions.

She wore a scarlet woolen hat on her head and a long scarf of the same color around her neck, which was the Christmas present Don had prepared for her.

As usual, the chef's report is a documentary-like narration without any personal opinions or comments. She only wrote a sentence at the end: In order to keep the sunshine, she chose to stay in the night forever.

Everyone who has read Chef's articles is moved by the authenticity and details between the lines. Every word and sentence he reports comes from his down-to-earth verification, and thinking and commenting are the most authentic taste blooming on the tip of the reader's tongue.

The truth is always the most moving and attractive thing, and it is the instinctive desire of the human heart to pursue.

"Brother?" Nuka awakened Shen Ye from his emotions, "The Wisdom Eye has already been bought and delivered, and the trial effect is good. Now the adaptation period cannot be used for too long every day, and it will be fine in a few weeks."

"In addition to his job at the Welfare Department, Ah Tang also works part-time as a volunteer at the Chunhui Welfare Institute. Now he has no problem going out by himself and hitchhiking, and he goes to teach children how to read two afternoons a week. Hemu, uh...maybe In the future, I won’t be able to do meticulous work, and she secretly asked me if the hospital would recruit nurses, but Tang probably wants to send her to a specialized school.”

Shen Ye nodded: "Pay attention to the difficulty of money, at least help them get used to it."

"And Dean Shen..." Nuka scratched her head, as if she didn't know what to say.

When it came to his father, Shen Ye was still very concerned, and looked up at him: "What's the matter? Just tell me."

"It's nothing. It's just that he came back from Earls, and he seemed to be very strict. It's not... well, it's hard to say, he's not as friendly as before. He seems to be worried about something. I'm a little afraid of him. It's like before. He is the kind of gentle and warm breeze in spring, but now it has become a cold current in winter, and it will freeze you as soon as it hits your face!"

Shen Ye glanced at his exaggerated statement, and frowned: "Has anything special happened in the hospital these two days?"

Nuka gossips and publishes a special issue of Chunhui, which is still full of ideas: "There is also old Pang Feng, who can't speak after he wakes up, or maybe he doesn't want to speak, lying there quietly every day, living and dying. It doesn’t make any difference. It’s not that I didn’t say a word. I told you that you were injured and it’s not a big deal, so I felt relieved. He didn’t bother to ask about his own child. No need to ask, It's on the news every day!"

"It's no wonder that the prodigal son and daughter have done such a big thing!"

"The other thing is that the neurology department transferred a few patient numbers from other areas, all of which are under the name of Dean Shen. He may be quite tired..."

Nuka turned her head and looked around: "Brother, how is your leg recovering? Are you still sleeping on the second floor and it's easy to go up and down all day long? I didn't see a single crutch or anything... How about I go and put the blind on?" I will bring you a staff for a few days."

"What kind of blind stick do you want?" Shen Ye stood up and greeted Nuka, "Come give me a stick."

"You won't be able to go to Yaque Street this weekend, can I? Let me take a look for you?" Nuka put an arm on Shen Ye's shoulder and helped him up.

Shen Ye hopped downstairs with one foot: "Okay."

The two of them chatted upstairs for a long time, and the kitchen on the first floor was surprisingly quiet, except for the gurgling sound of boiling water.

Shen Ye let go of Nuka, leaned on the wall and jumped to the door of the kitchen to rest against the door frame, but Bai Yang, who was usually vigilant, didn't notice him right away, standing in front of the kitchen counter holding a packing bag.

The water in the cooking pot had been boiling for a while, most of it turned into steam and dissipated, and the bottom of the pot was not enough for dumplings, and there were still a lot of white and fat dumplings piled up on the tray.

"Oh, I'm a little jealous of these dumplings, how reluctant are you?" Shen Ye said slyly, with a smile at the end.

Bai Yang came back to his senses, put down the packaging bag and quickly put the dumplings into the pot, only to find that the remaining water was barely enough for frying, and hurriedly filled the pot with cold water half full, and finally completely ruined Nuka's caring takeaway.

"Don't stand here to disturb the morale of the army." He no longer cared about the cold pot dumplings that might turn into pieces of soup, and came over and picked up Shen Ye with one arm and carried them out, using the posture of holding a child, "Eat it in a hurry before it's cooked?"

Shen Ye sat on Bai Yang's forearm with his buttocks, which was equivalent to the unicorn arm bearing the weight of his entire body. He hurriedly wrapped his arms around Bai Yang's shoulders to borrow strength, for fear that the arm would fall and separate him from the machine.

"Hurry up, I can't seem to eat, can't I be greedy?" He bent his fingertips and scratched the edge of the living flesh on Bai Yang's back lightly, almost scratching himself out of the air. bungee jumping.

Bai Yang put someone in a chair and instructed Nuka: "Go and see the pot!"

Nuka hurriedly covered her forehead and turned her face, her gray pupils emptied into dead fish eyes, and groped wildly with her arms outstretched: "I can't see, I can't see, my eyes are completely blind, I can't see anything——"

He tripped over Woolf and almost gnawed into the empty dog ​​bowl next to him, knelt down and improvised a blind man stroking the dog.

Fortunately, "There will be a period later" actually lived up to expectations, and the pot under cold water can maintain its original shape. The three of them ate the lost and recovered hot eight fresh dumplings for dinner.

The dumpling stuffing contains eight kinds of ingredients including pork, fresh shrimp, eggs, tofu, shiitake mushrooms, fungus, cabbage, and carrots, covering four types of meat, eggs, fungi, and vegetables. inside.

With this bite, the rich soup that combines the fresh and fragrant ingredients of various ingredients overflows the lips and teeth, and the ingredients that have been processed through different processes are progressively layered, instantly conquering the taste buds and ironing the stomach.

"A combination of 4 causes!" Nuka slapped two fingers apart, and made an eighth at Bai Yang, "My salary last week almost cost you nothing!"

"The child is very filial," Bai Yang said perfunctorily, biting half of a dumpling and chewing slowly, his gaze fell on the filling of the other half like a ray, like an instrument that precisely compares the taste and ratio of ingredients.

Shen Ye stuck a dumpling with the tip of his chopsticks and pressed it back and forth into the sauce. He naturally thought of the name of the store on the packaging bag --- a later date.

Does he taste like home?The origin of this chain store is in Yahua City, and it is from the same place as Baiyang.

Bai Yang caught a glimpse of the drowned dumpling marinated in the sauce, grabbed another one for Shen Ye, and swept away the dumpling body with the round hole piercing wound. "Not to your liking?"

"It's not as delicious as your cooking, so it's okay." Shen Ye's boyfriend armed his taste buds with a filter, and he also reciprocated by putting one in Bai Yang's bowl.

Nuka silently raised his hand to pull down the fly mirror, and then pressed the power off button. His vision was completely dark. He finally got his wish and was blinded. On the way back to the attic after eating, he stomped on the two pots of moonlight grass.

Shen Ye hesitated to speak, holding Bai Yang with probing eyes several times.

Bai Yang cleans the kitchen table. Hygiene in this era is simply not easy to do. A cleaning brush with brush heads for different purposes can handle everything without stubborn stains, hand injuries, or residues.

If he wanted to make an excuse to work and sort out his emotions, he had to speed up and fast forward, otherwise there would be no time to dry his tears.

Shen Ye is more sensitive and keen than he imagined. When he sees "there will be a period later", he will definitely guess that he thinks of his younger brother, and maybe he can add a parent-child drama to torment the audience.

Now he is observing his words and expressions in a silent manner, just like a doctor facing a patient diagnosed with an intractable disease, wanting to tell the truth for fear of provoking the other party, keeping silent and embarrassing himself.

Bai Yang wiped his hands, hugged Wulf and sat next to Shen Ye and confessed to be lenient: "Doctor Shen, who can even heal himself, do you have any medical orders for me?"

He loosened his long legs and leaned lazily on the steps, admiring the beautiful lips that opened and closed for a few seconds, and couldn't help but kiss them.

"I'm fine, I just thought about the past, and my family." Bai Yang didn't want to embarrass his cute Shen Ye, "I used to make dumplings for them... all kinds of food with stuffing .My dad is busy with work, so eating this kind of food saves time. Bai Xingxing also likes to help make pasta, maybe because it's fun."

At that time, as long as Bai Yang did these things, he would bring his younger brother with him. After all, he could do very limited things. Kneading dough and mixing stuffing were the happiest games for Bai Xingxing.

Because the family doesn't have much money, my mother doesn't let Bai Xingxing mix in cooking, for fear that he won't be able to waste food, so whenever Bai Yang is at home on vacation, he will take his brother to make noodles, and sometimes he can prepare a week's breakfast at home.

Bai Xingxing is mentally retarded but has a serious attitude. As long as his brother tells him how to operate, he will strictly follow the instructions, such as how much water to add to noodles, how much meat to match with vegetables, and even the fermentation temperature and stirring time. Can do exactly the same.

Bai Yang put on a doting smile unknowingly: "This fool... I couldn't do anything about it later, and I even drew a cookbook for him, detailing every step. He doesn't know many words, but he can read it." I understand pictures. Before I went to the expedition, Xing Xing could almost make dumplings independently, and he could mix three or four different fillings, and the taste was as unbiased as industrialized food."

"The Eight Immortal stuffing I just ate, it's a bit similar, but he didn't know how complicated it was... Maybe I was hinted by the name of the store, and I hope to be related to him subjectively. Actually, I didn't. I checked this The registration information of the store, the owner's surname is Biji, he is not Asian, so it is impossible..."

"Are you sad? 0 is not at all, 100 is sad to death."

Bai Yang, who has a high-tech buff, really doesn't have the function of measuring the mood value, so he thought for a while and replied: "It's not a pass, after all, I left them first, and they should feel worse than me."

For him, resurrection from death, changing times, nothing to worry about, and one or two thoughts are also a matter of the previous life, even the pain is stained with the midnight dream through the thick past and hard iron bones. Back to the unreality.

Woolf rolled his eyes, wondering why it and its owner were switched seats for no reason. This new human not only masturbates dogs, but also masturbates its own kind so terrifyingly!

"I also want a copy of that kind of painting recipe." Shen Xiaoye held back for a long time and finally exuded the smell of fermented sour vinegar.

"Okay, I'll draw you a complete supper book for you!" Bai Yang hugged the young and fresh body in his arms, perhaps this was the little truth he had left.