Early the next morning.
Yang Fan returned to his normal life and got up to make breakfast.
But to his surprise, someone got up earlier than him.
To be precise, it is not a person, but an intelligent elf - winter melon.
Winter melon has been busy in the kitchen. It cooks porridge, heats milk, and heats frozen steamed buns bought from the supermarket...
It cannot handle more complicated processes, such as stir-frying side dishes.
It’s not that it can’t be done, but that it’s not done to the best of one’s ability.
For example, when washing vegetables, it cannot distinguish the quality of the leaves, and it cannot clean out impurities such as tree leaves that cannot be put into the pot.
The same goes for cooking. There are methods, and there are a ton of ways to cook in a data center, but the chef still has to be able to adapt to the circumstances, control the heat, and make the right judgment. Winter melon cannot be cooked well.
After cooking for a few times, the taste was so mediocre that Twelve and Thirteen stopped letting Donggua do this part-time job.
As for why winter melon can be used to make porridge, hot milk, etc. but cannot be used as a side dish, Yang Fan couldn't figure it out and didn't think about it too deeply.
In an era when radar, positioning and even aviation are highly developed and humans have landed on the moon, didn’t a Malaysia Airlines plane still disappear in the ocean? Dozens of countries around the world jointly searched for it for several years, but they only found one or two pieces of metal suspected to be plane wreckage, not a single body or piece of clothing
"Great! Who taught you that?" Yang Fan asked Donggua while washing vegetables. No one cooked at home last night and there were no leftovers, so he had to fry a new one.
"My twelfth sister taught me. She is so good. She can also cook, but her time is too precious, so she didn't spend it on this." Winter melon watched Yang Fan cook with its eyes twinkling. It was very studious.
"Twelfth sister can also wash dishes." At this time, someone squatted aside and made a sound similar to the clanging of a washing machine.
Yang Fan already knew about Dingdang's existence. It said it could wash dishes. The owner didn't have to do much after dinner. He just had to hand the bowls and plates to it and it would take care of everything.
Of course, you have to set up a water collection point for it. It cannot climb up the sink or go to other complex areas to collect water on its own.
Winter melon is the most capable because it has a pair of flexible mechanical arms and can learn a considerable number of housework as long as someone teaches it.
Because they can work, Yang Fan feels that they are like family.
Apart from charging, they do not require any compensation and work without complaint.
"Donggua, what is your working principle?" Yang Fan asked Donggua.
Donggua replied, "Sister Twelve has a huge data center. Whatever is available on the Internet, the data center also has it. What is available in the data center may not be available on the Internet. I am just like you humans. I don't request data from the data center. I store very little data myself. I am considered the clone of the main intelligent life."
Yang Fan nodded: "It means that the main control has a problem and no longer exists, but you can still exist, right?"
“Well, but I will become very ordinary, because I have no backing and cannot borrow abilities from the almost omnipotent master controller.” Donggua said.
"The master controller is very powerful, but he is still young and has not grown up yet." Dingdang is unwilling to be lonely. He hasn't chatted with humans for a long time.
Sister Thirteen is busy and seldom chats with them. Guoguo is too young and makes them afraid of her, so they dare not take the initiative to chat with her.
"It's amazing." Yang Fan started cooking. He was not worried that the advent of the intelligent era would threaten human survival.
Thirteen said that if humans become extinct because of intelligence, it must be caused by human beings, and intelligent life is just an accomplice.
"Brother, do you dislike my fat appearance?" Dingdang asked Yang Fan.
"Why would I dislike you?" Yang Fan looked back at Dingdang squatting on the ground and said, "You are so cute and hardworking. I still like you no matter how fat you are."
"Dingdang, you can't wash dishes if you are not fat. You can't be fat even if you want to. You don't have to do laundry. You have a washing machine. Watermelon won't make any modifications for you." Winter melon said.
"I don't want to talk to you, don't take it for granted." Dingdang said unhappily, "Don't be proud and look down on others just because you know more. I was born this way. If I had arms, I could know a lot too."
"I didn't mean that. Don't be angry, Dingdang. Don't act like a girl. You are not a girl. You are Dingdang, the one and only Dingdang." Donggua comforted Dingdang: "Look, you can wash dishes. No matter how hard I try, I can't learn."
"You have hands, and you tell me you can't learn. Doesn't your conscience hurt? Oh, you have no conscience. I almost forgot that you are an emotionless lump of iron." Dingdang said angrily.
"I've already given in and apologized to you, but you still make personal attacks on me. I'll be angry too." Donggua was also unhappy.
"There's no use getting angry. You can't beat me. I'm standing in front of you. Do you think I look like I used to?" Dingdang stood up, about three centimeters taller than when he squatted.
"I don't fight. That's the behavior of uncivilized barbarians." Donggua stretched out his mechanical arm, and with a "ding-dong" sound, he punched Ding-dang.
Dingdang didn't move, started the wheels and crashed into Donggua.
Donggua quickly rolled out of the kitchen, and Dingdang followed behind.
Yang Fan covered his forehead with his hands. It seemed that even without having a third child, the family would still be lively.
It would be strange if a smart elf that likes to argue didn't attract people at home.
Although they have a tendency to fight, Yang Fan is not worried. If something goes wrong, Thirteen will not bring them back.
Just as I finished thinking, I heard Winter Melon's crying outside: "Dingdang, you are bullying the weak, help me up... You can't help me up, but you dare to hit me? It's over, I may have internal injuries, Xigua is not here, if I die, you can only watch me die..."
"There is nothing to be afraid of death. You will return to the arms of the Master, carrying with you everything you have learned in your life, and die a worthy death. From the moment you were born, you are born with value and a mission. Death is not the end. You are just staying with the Master in another way, and maybe one day you will be partially reborn." The baby voice of Dingdang came.
"Who said I'm afraid of death? I'm not a human being. I just want to live like this. I'm willing to linger on." Donggua retorted, his voice sounding like Dingdang's, with a hint of milk.
"Will you still be angry with me in the future?" Dingdang asked.
"Don't be angry, I was wrong." Donggua gave in.
"Never leave the most hurtful words to the person you love the most. Maybe turning around may mean a lifetime. Do you remember this?" Dingdang asked.
"I remember, but you are not the one I love the most." Donggua said.
Yang Fan turned off the stove and the dishes were ready.
After serving the dishes, Yang Fan took them out, placed them on the dining table, and then walked towards the living room.
As soon as I entered, I saw Donggua lying on the ground, with half of his body stuck between the sofa and the round stool. The robotic arm was unable to exert any force and he couldn't get up.
Dingdang squatted aside, unable to help. It didn't have a robotic arm and couldn't lift the winter melon.
Looking at the two intelligent elves, Yang Fan felt much younger and recalled some things from a long time ago.
For example, what the teacher said at that time: The person you will marry in the future is probably not the person you like the most.
The students burst into laughter and said in unison how could it be possible.
The teacher smiled and said nothing more.
Yang Fan still remembers a story about love.
At 10:30, a couple had a big argument and he slammed the door and walked out.
At 10:55, he called back and asked, "What would happen to you if I died?"
She was still angry and immediately yelled, "Even if you die, it's none of my business!"
After listening to this, he slowly hung up the phone.
That afternoon, she received a call from the hospital claiming the body.
The doctor told her: "The victim still had strong signs of life when the car accident happened, but suddenly stopped struggling 20 minutes later as if he had given up on himself."
Yang Fan walked over, pulled the winter melon out of the gap, and laid it flat: "You can quarrel, but Thirteen doesn't like you fighting like this. Be careful that she will let you return to the arms of the master."
"Brother, I was wrong."
"Brother, we will never do this again."
The two smart elves kept silent, one returned to the kitchen, and the other shrank into the corner.
Yang Fan walked towards bedroom thirteen.
In the bedroom, Thirteen was still sleeping soundly on the bed.
A beautiful leg was exposed outside the quilt, round and slender. Her nightgown was not long to begin with, and now the hem had rolled up more than 30 centimeters, revealing a patch of white.
Yang Fan suddenly felt refreshed.
It is a great honor to be able to see it once.
What a blessing it is to be hooked by it
Yang Fan sighed. He began to doubt whether it was right or wrong to say that beautiful women are the root of all trouble.
"Guoguo, get up, the sun is shining on your butt." Yang Fan was a little reluctant to call Shisan to get up, so he called Guoguo first.
Guoguo must have had enough sleep, but if no one called her and she wasn't woken up by the urge to pee, she could continue sleeping.
As for how long they can sleep, Yang Fan and Aunt Thirteen have never tried it.
I don't want to try it, because I slept too much even though I had enough sleep, and too much is as bad as too little.
Yang Fan had a girlfriend who was a good sleeper.
But one day, she slept too much and started taking a nap at 12:30 noon and didn't get up until it started to get dark.
After waking up, she started crying for no apparent reason and looked very sad. No matter how we tried to comfort her, she wouldn't stop crying.
Later when I asked her the reason, she actually didn't know. She said she just wanted to cry and there was no reason to explain.
"Dad, is it time to get up?" After being woken up by the call, Guoguo opened his eyes and sat on the bed with a look of disgust.
"Yes, it's time." Yang Fan walked to the window and opened all the curtains: "Look, the sun is shining on my butt."
Guoguo lifted her skirt, turned around and lay down on the bed: "Dad, can you put sunscreen on my butt? I still want to sleep."
Yang Fan walked over, spanked the little girl's butt, pulled down her skirt, and taught her, "The butt is a girl's private part. Even if it's your dad, you can't show it to him. Do you understand?"
"I know, I am wearing pants." Guoguo climbed into Yang Fan's arms.
"These are little pants, this won't do." Yang Fan put the little girl down on the bed: "Go pee quickly, I'll call mom to get up."
"Oh oh." The little girl put on her slippers and ran to the bathroom happily.
Yang Fan sat next to Shisan and stroked her face with his hand.
The touch is similar to that little girl Guoguo's face, soft and watery.
"Get up." Yang Fan rubbed Thirteen's face.
Thirteen opened his eyes, not quite adjusting to the light, and blinked several times before he could barely keep them open: "So fast?"
She was reluctant to get up and was very sleepy.
Yang Fan felt that if she was pregnant, she would become even more sleepy.
After pregnancy, a woman's hormone levels change, and the fetus is in great need of nutrition from the mother. In a sense, it can be said that whether the mother is willing or not, it will actively ask the mother for various material components needed in the process of life birth.
This is the main reason why pregnant women are very sleepy.
However, this phenomenon mainly occurs within three months after pregnancy. After three months, the fetus is formed, the pregnant woman's body gradually adapts, and the levels of various hormones in the body gradually balance. This more obvious early pregnancy reaction will slowly disappear.
"Yes, happiness is always so short when I'm with you." Yang Fan helped Shisan up from the bed and helped her tidy up her messy hair.
"Just to make me happy." Thirteen hadn't yet regained her composure and threw herself into Yang Fan's arms.
"I'm telling the truth. You're absolutely stunningly beautiful." Yang Fan supported Shisan's chin with his fingertips.
"What should I do when I get old and ugly?" asked Thirteen.
Yang Fan kissed her on the forehead and said, "By then, I will be old too."
"Will you fall in love with someone else and like young and beautiful girls?" Thirteen asked.
Yang Fan smiled, thinking that only Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian would ask such questions, but he didn't expect that Thirteen was no exception.
It turns out that everyone is equal in front of love.
"By that time, I think it will be difficult for me to fall in love with someone else," said Yang Fan.
"Why?" Thirteen asked.
"Because even if I date those beautiful girls, I will find that I can't fall in love with them. I don't have the time and energy to go through a long-term relationship with them. By that time, you and I will have been together for decades, leaving too many memories, which will almost occupy my life and leave no room for others." Yang Fan said.
"Does that mean you're going to cheat on me?" Thirteen sat up and looked straight at Yang Fan.
Yang Fan was puzzled: "Is this what I meant?"
"How would I know?" Thirteen got out of bed and put on slippers.
Glancing at her killer-like back, Yang Fan couldn't help but help her straighten out her wrinkled skirt, because this way he could touch her without looking like a hooligan, and be a very gentleman.
Thirteen slapped his hand away, walked towards the bathroom elegantly and dignifiedly.
Yang Fan returned to the living room, fed the three treasures, and then sat at the dining table to reply to Liu Yueyue's message.
Liu Yueyue, who was thousands of miles away, received Yang Fan's message, which included a poem.
"There is a river between Jingkou and Guazhou, and Zhongshan is only a few mountains away. The spring breeze has greened the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me again?"
Is it green again
Liu Yueyue looked at the scenery outside the hotel. It was summer now.
Although it was not suitable for the season, the poem was very good and she liked it very much.
I am so lucky to have such a boyfriend.
He is eloquent and can speak eloquently. He can debate with many scholars outside and with young girls when he gets home.
"I will be able to go back to the mountain city in a month at most. If you hadn't given me a new song during the trip, it might not have taken me that long to go back." Liu Yueyue replied to Yang Fan. He must have wanted to ask her when she could come back. He missed her.