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The place arranged by Meng Feixuan is a membership-based private club, located in the center of Haijing, adjacent to the busiest neighborhood in Haijing, but away from the hustle and bustle, and quiet.

When they arrived, the entourage arranged by the Meng family for Meng Feixuan stepped forward to help Meng Feixuan get out of the car.

"Wait." Meng Feixuan waved his hand to make the entourage retreat, turning his head to look at Xie Ran baffledly.

Xie Ran puzzled:?

Meng Feixuan silently opened his hands, made a hug gesture, and curiously hinted with his eyes: "Sir, you know."

Xie Ran: "..."

Xie Ran got out of the car from the other side without looking back.

"Oh-Mr. I don't understand." Meng Feixuan sighed and reluctantly withdrew his hand. Just as he was about to call the staff over, Xie Ran followed the person outside the car to say: "I'll come."

Meng Feixuan:! !

Xie Ran peeked in from the car door on Meng Feixuan's side and looked at him blankly: "Hold me tight."

Meng Feixuan's eyes curled up: "It's necessary."

Xie Ran stretched out one hand and passed under Meng Feixuan's armpit. Meng Feixuan immediately hugged Xie Ran's shoulder with both hands, hanging on Xie Ran's body, and moved down from the car.

Meng Siyun's weight is not light, and Xie Ran is still struggling to support him.

Meng Feixuan sighed, "In fact, it is better to have legs, so that I can directly sit on my husband."

Xie Ran looked at him speechlessly. Shouldn't he walk by himself if he has legs?

His AI logic is biased.

After Meng Feixuan finished speaking, he rubbed his head against Xie Ran's neck and put his forehead against Xie Ran's cheek.

A warm breath brushed Xie Ran's neck, Meng Feixuan let out an "ah" and whispered: "Sir, I miss you so much."

Xie Ran paused for a while, thinking that Meng Feixuan said that they hadn't seen the above for a few days, and said: "Aren't they together now?"

"Although we are together, I still think. I always think about my husband. I always feel that it's not enough." Meng Feixuan muttered, "Human feelings are too strange, why is it so?"

"I don't understand either." Xie Ran said.

The longing he understands is to think of the other person and want to see each other when he can't see a person, just like he habitually waits for Meng Feixuan to appear when he has just crossed the world.

Obviously, it was just in front of me, staying together, but still "missing" emotions, obviously a little beyond Xie Ran's understanding.

What kind of feeling is this? Why does his AI have such emotions?

Xie Ran turned his head to look at Meng Feixuan. The two were very close. When he moved, the tip of his nose just brushed off Meng Feixuan's forehead.

Meng Feixuan immediately hugged him tighter, and strongly suggested: "Sir, princess hug, I don't mind!"

After finishing speaking, I felt that it was not enough, and then emphasized in a deep voice: "I can!

Xie Ran: "...not necessary."

The wheelchair is by the door. Xie Ran's body is not very strong now, but Xie Ran himself has learned martial arts and has skills in holding and entrusting others, so she quickly transported Meng Feixuan to the wheelchair.

Meng Feixuan expressed deep regret: "Why is there such a thing as a wheelchair in the world?"

If it doesn't, he can continue to hold on to thank you for dyeing.

The staff next to it: "..."

Xie Ranmian didn't change his color, pushing the wheelchair to the clubhouse.

Meng Feixuan had already prepared the dishes in the clubhouse in advance. As soon as they sat down, the waiter passed the dishes up one by one.

Xie Ran glanced at it, all his favorite flavors, he burst into laughter.

In a sense, in the long multiverse, probably no one knows him better than Meng Feixuan.

In Xie Ran's original world, his parents are busy at work, and the family of three is mostly at work. His parents will give him the best, but they don't seem to understand their preferences.

In terms of diet, their helpers can cook many kinds of cuisines, each of which is good, and they are very particular about the combination of nutrition. The meals prepared for him are always just right.

Xie Ran is not picky about the job of a helper in this regard, and basically eats whatever he gives, so in fact, the helper doesn't know what he likes.

In the first few worlds Xie Ran traveled through, there were people around the original owner who cared about him. The things they prepared were the original owner’s preferences. Xie Ran never expressed any objection to this, even if he didn’t like it. To be precise, they were all. Not his life.

After the birth of Meng Feixuan, Xie Ran gave Meng Feixuan many of his trivial matters to arrange, including ordering meals.

At the beginning, Meng Feiguan asked him: "Sir, what do you want to eat?"

Xie Ran: "Whatever."

But gradually, he found that the meals ordered by Meng Feixuan became 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 was 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."

He asked again: "Are you also recording other people's preferences?"

"No, I won't take the initiative to record if my husband doesn't give instructions." Meng Feixuan said, "Does your husband 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 drove me to do this."

Xie Ran tapped his finger on the tabletop lightly, chuckling inexplicably, "That's it."

This question was later ignored by him. Meng Feixuan has been with him since his 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, his work and rest time, perhaps because it was too routine, Xie Ran never asked why.

At this time in the other world, they are using the image of others, the identity of others.

However, Meng Feixuan still chose the environment Xie Ran liked, and arranged the catering that best suits Xie Ran's taste. Xie Ran seemed to have returned to the original world in a trance.

Every time he worked overtime, Meng Feixuan would skillfully remind: "Sir, the catering has been ordered, 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. He often didn't even need to wait for the elevator or red light. The journey was smooth and precisely stuck to his schedule.

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

He looked at the ill-looking young man in front of him, tapped his fingers on the tabletop lightly, 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: "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 ask this question any more. He thought about it, and then asked: "When you were a computer system, you said that your program drove you to do this. What about now? Now you are not. The system should no longer be driven by programs."

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

He put his hands on his chest, looking very angry, "I don't know why, people's emotions are too difficult to understand, I don't know how to describe."

There was a trace of distress on the pale face of the youth, Xie Ran didn't make him embarrassed, and said, "Eat first."

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

Xie Ran looked at the dishes he was pushing over. It was indeed a familiar taste, and the level of this club was very good. The heat and ingredients were all done just right, and even the presentation was exquisite.

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

In many times before, Xie Ran was accompanied by Meng Feixuan when she ate.

Meng Feixuan is a curious AI. Although he can't eat, he is always happy to study various food information.

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

"What is the taste of mushrooms? What is the taste of beef? Why are there so many condiments?"

Later, he gradually became a food critic: "Sir, this Buddha jumped over the wall to produce first-class products, and the taro was waxy but not melted..."

"The knives at this restaurant are very good. Whether a dish is good or not, the knives are half of the decision."

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

His voice was too noisy, and Xie Ran couldn't help but ask him once: "Do you know what these words you mean and how do you feel?"

"I don't know." Meng Feixuan said frankly, "I got the evaluation from the Internet!"

Xie Ran: "..."

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

That's enough. There are many words and sentences describing food in the world, and there are many criteria for judging chefs and restaurants.

But for Meng Feixuan, there was always 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: "..." His AI is correct.

Now, Xie Ran can't help being a little curious. When his AI becomes a human and has human taste, what will he like to eat?

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

After crossing Meng Siyun's body, he has been trying to find a way to reunite with Xie Ran. He didn't have time to experience the various ways of being a human being. The catering is also prepared by professionals, mainly focusing on conditioning the body, where he likes or dislikes.

Xie Ran chuckled: "Then you can try it all."

"Good." Meng Feixuan tried it out one dish after another, and kept commenting, "It's delicious!"

"This is delicious too!"

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

The adjective is very barren.

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

"Cough cough." Meng Feixuan coughed guiltyly and whispered, "Isn't this... the theory and practice are not aligned!"

Although he has very rich food review data, he lacks practice after all. Meng Siyun has some memories of 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, and he didn't understand it very accurately, so it was difficult to compare them one by one.

Xie Ran understood, picked up the public chopsticks next to him, and gave him a chopstick: "I'll 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, teaching in reality and writing a string of codes are obviously very different.

"This is Nuo... You used to say that Nuo but not Hua is like this." Xie Ran put a piece of taro on the plate in front of Meng Feixuan.

Meng Feixuan did not clamp it, but opened his mouth and said "Ah": "Sir, you just put it in my mouth."

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

Meng Feixuan put his hands behind his back in a kind-hearted manner: "My hands don't need to move."

Xie Ran put down his public chopsticks, picked up his own chopsticks, and ate without seeing it: "This is the end of today's teaching."

Meng Feixuan had to stretch out his hand and complained angrily: "Why should I have a hand?!"

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

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

Xie Ran is noncommittal.

"According to the plot in the TV series, we should now eat the roadside stalls at the night market." Meng Feixuan began to imagine, "I am a domineering president. I have never eaten roadside snacks and felt unclean. Then my husband bought a handful. Grilled skewers, when I didn’t pay attention, I secretly stuffed one into my mouth. I was shocked, but I had to keep myself reserved, not be too obvious, pretending to finish eating reluctantly, and waiting silently. Mr. Zhu gave me another skewer, but Mr. thought I didn’t like it and ate the rest by himself..."

Xie Ran: "...this plot?"

"Yes, it's the overbearing president who fell in love with me." Meng Feixuan said, "Unfortunately, I am in a wheelchair and there are so many followers. It is too troublesome to show up in the night market.

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

Meng Feixuan was lost in thought.

Xie Ran: "I don't eat skewers on the roadside."

Meng Fei was dazed: "So Mr. is not satisfied with his role. Do you want to be a domineering president?"

Xie Ran: "You should reduce the frequency of putting TV dramas into reality."

"Okay." Meng Feixuan thought for a while, "In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't have a TV plot. As long as I'm with my husband, I feel very happy."

He said this completely unconsciously. After saying it, he seemed to understand something suddenly, and suddenly looked back at Xie Ran: "Sir, I understand, this is happiness!"

Xie Ran: "...?"

"Obviously right in front of me, but I still miss it." Meng Feixuan explained seriously, "I always think about Mr., I always feel not enough, but I won't feel sad, but I feel very happy."

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

"I am awesome!"

The author has something to say: Casey Ying: Hello? Can you give me some drama?

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