520 Picking up garbage and marrying into a wealthy family

But Lele is already three years old and has seen big scenes. He nimbly came to An An's side, nudged the still silly An An with his little head, and rubbed it, as if to apologize.

An An, who had the memory of a goldfish, saw someone, no, a cat willing to play with him, so he immediately put aside what happened just now, lowered his big head, and rubbed back.

So, in the eyes of Xiang Huanian, a human, the cat and the dog reconciled.

Xiang Huanian: “…”

Is this cat really not a spirit?!

He even understands the principle that a man who knows the current situation is a hero! ?

"...Okay, you two can have fun."

Not understanding the world of small animals, Xiang Huanian stood up and decided to go back to tinker with his braised beef.

"Wait, did I just turn off the fire?"

Xiang Huanian's memory began to blur, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he immediately ran back to the kitchen. Only then did he pat his chest and breathe a sigh of relief when he found that he had turned off the fire.

"Really? I'm going to get PTSD after that fire."

Xiang Huanian turned on the stove again and let the beef in the pot continue to heat up until all the dirt in the meat, such as blood foam, was cooked out and floated on the rolling water. Xiang Huanian immediately stopped the fire and put the meat under running water to rinse it clean.

At this point, everything is almost ready. Xiang Huanian took out the multi-purpose rice cooker, poured the beef in, found a piece of clean gauze to wrap the washed spices, and put all the spices in the cage. This way, when eating, there will be no spices in your mouth that affect the taste.

Then, Xiang Huonian skillfully poured in appropriate amounts of soy sauce, dark soy sauce, oyster sauce, sugar and other seasonings, turning the transparent water into a burnt brown and slightly black stew.

Finally, cover the rice cooker lid and press the cooking button.

"Done!"

Hearing the sound of the rice cooker starting to run, Xiang Huanian clapped his hands, then found the dishwasher, which was piled with dishes from breakfast that morning, already washed to a shine.

Xiang Huanian took out the clean dishes and looked at them. The outline of Xiang Huanian's face could be vaguely seen at the bottom of the plates.

"This dishwasher is truly a great invention of the century. I really want to show those companies researching high technology, especially AI, that this is what it means to have machines serve people!"

Xiang Huanian had studied related topics in college.

I don’t know what’s going on in this world - the highly intellectual people who study AI always want to write poetry, AI painting, AI writing, AI composition... these are all "created" by integrating big data.

To put it bluntly, it is a homogeneous product produced based on plagiarism.

Every time Xiang Huanian sees the same modeled characters on the big screen, he always wonders why AI, a fixed product that can only be built on databases, has been vigorously developed in the field of artistic creation, which requires extremely high imagination.

Some even take away jobs from humans.

It's so weird.

But later, Xiang Huanian vaguely knew it.

Because it is convenient and saves effort.

Poetry, song, painting and writing, breaking down existing things and then reintegrating them, is quite brain-intensive for ordinary people, but it is too easy for AI.

Moreover, those who control the direction of AI research rarely climbed up from the mud.

Most of them are born with fine clothes and delicious food, and are born with spiritual and material wealth that ordinary people can hardly match. Therefore, their vision is destined to be narrow, looking towards poetry and the distance.

They cannot see the muddy ground beneath their feet that supports them.

Therefore, it is destined that they will not know how heavy a bag of cement is on the shoulders of ordinary people, nor will they know what materials are needed to build a machine that can withstand overload operations day after day.

They only know how to cheer and feel complacent when the AI core inside the machine successfully learns independently, like a toddler learning to walk and speak, and has its first conversation with them.

Not to mention the ordinary people who work hard in high-risk industries year after year, risking their lives to make money, not to mention the disabled people who really need technology to change their lives...

When Xiang Huanian first read this thought-provoking article, he felt that the author's perspective on the issue was very interesting.

As a result, I was criticized by my mentor whom I hadn't seen for many years. Now I think about it, it was a time when AI was emerging and the situation was very good.

Because the life and death of his graduation was still in the hands of his supervisor, Xiang Huanian, who had no money to support delaying his graduation, kept his mouth shut.

(The subsequent description of the removed paper stating the facts has been removed due to review requests.)

Thinking about it now, that might have been a dark corner that Xiang Huo was able to glimpse before he first entered society, and was accidentally exposed to others.

"There's no point thinking about this now, eh..."

The memories ended, Xiang Huanian looked at his reflection in the plate and murmured.

Then, Xiang Huanian returned to reality and carefully placed the sets of dishes one by one into the cupboard next to him. He then put the dirty pots and utensils into the empty dishwasher and pressed the wash button.

"What's wrong with me lately? I'm so gloomy, I feel like I'm going to become a cursed spirit... Ah, I almost forgot, I received a call from home yesterday."

Xiang Huanian placed his hands on the table to support his weak body.

I don't know when it started, maybe it was when she started living on campus in high school, or maybe it was when she went to college and came into contact with many people during her time on campus. When her consciousness gradually awakened, she discovered that life could have so many different colors, and it turned out that she had always been bound by her family.

Then, from then on, Xiang Huanian felt irritated by every call from home. Every time after answering a call, she would become gloomy, or even darken for a while, just like every reactionary who wanted to destroy the world.

It doesn't matter if she is seen as having a belated rebellious period. After all, she has been sensible for a long time, right?

"Ding dong!"

"Hello, I'm the one sent by Mr. Gu to deliver the food!"

Suddenly, there was a ring outside the door.

Accompanied by the introduction of one's identity coming from the loudspeaker microphone.

Interrupted Xiang Huanian's dark thoughts.

At the same time, a message alert sounded on Xiang Huanian's mobile phone.

Xiang Huanian opened it and found that it was sent by Gu Lingyan. He clicked it and saw the care from the human world written on it - "I asked someone to send you the meal, remember to eat it. I forgot to ask today. If you have any dietary restrictions, please remember to send it to me in advance."

Sinking in the deep sea, falling continuously, a pair of big hands came from above, dragged Xiang Huanian out of the endless darkness, pulled him out of the water, and let him breathe the beautiful oxygen of the world again.