The robot looked at her too, its wheels rolling forward slightly, as if scanning...

"There's trash ahead. Little Whale will handle it for you shortly."

"Trash...trash..."

Seeing the robot approaching, Chaochao, who had been in a daze, finally came to her senses. She frantically stretched out her short arms to Huo Qin and anxiously stomped her feet, crying, "Daddy, hug me! Hug me!"

How could you actually put her down like that?!

Huo Qin chuckled almost imperceptibly, then bent down and picked up the little dumpling again.

Back in her father's arms, Chaochao was no longer the timid little girl she was on the ground. She lowered her head and, in a childish voice, threatened the robot that had missed its target:

"I'll say it again, I'm not trash—if I'm trash, then you're little trash, and I...I'm big trash! Humph—"

"Cough cough..."

The little girl, who had been so fierce just moments before, suddenly looked at her father with concern: "Daddy, what's wrong? Why are you coughing?"

Huo Qin calmly lowered his hand from his mouth, "It's nothing, just a sudden itch."

I was just wondering why some kids would go to such lengths to insult me.

"Then you must drink more water, Daddy."

She knows working is tough, sigh...

Unsuspecting, Chaochao genuinely worried about her elderly father, "Wait..."

She suddenly realized she'd forgotten something; what had she been excitedly doing just now...?

The little dumpling, with a worried and thoughtful look in its eyes, caught sight of the robot waiting on the ground, and its memory instantly reloaded.

3——2——1——

"My name is Chaochao, and I'm not trash! It's dangerous for you to not be able to tell the difference!"

Chaochao, who instantly got into character, put her hands on her hips and said to Xiaojing.

what to do.

The system felt increasingly unable to look at this scene directly; it sensed that a certain animalistic scent (euphemistically) emanating from Chaochao was becoming stronger...

Having heard the slight commotion outside, Pei Yushen sat by the open door and watched from afar as the little dumpling confronted the robot for half of the time.

"Exit cleaning mode".

Huo Qin unilaterally cut off Chaochao's bickering with the robot. As soon as he finished speaking, the robot Xiaojing respectfully said, "Okay, Xiaojing understands. Please feel free to give any instructions if needed."

Seeing the robot leave, the little dumpling that called itself Big Trash buried its head in Huo Qin's arms and remained silent.

After suppressing his laughter, Huo Qin gently stroked her soft hair and comforted her calmly.

"You're not trash. If you are, then what am I?"

He probably understands why the little dumpling reacted so strongly.

Upon hearing this, Chaochao slowly lifted her head from his arms, pondered on her fingers, and finally hesitated before asking, "So I said something wrong? Actually, I'm the little trash, and Daddy, you're the big trash?"

Huo Qin: "..."

After saying that, Chaochao shook her head and immediately rejected the idea: "Daddy is so smart, how could he be trash..."

She's the only one left.

Surrounded by incredibly talented and capable fathers and brothers, but with little ambition and a tendency to be lazy, Chaochao felt a slight pang of sadness.

Chaochao sighed dejectedly.

Huo Qin pinched her two little pigtails, his cool voice tinged with a hint of helplessness: "Zhaochao, don't compare yourself to me."

Whether it's intelligence, methods, or anything else.

He couldn't have become who he is today just because of the genes he received from his parents.

Huo Qin didn't say that, but he casually remarked, "But with my genes, you won't be bad."

System: Who on earth can say such arrogant and conceited things without batting an eye?!

—Oh, it's the big villain. Never mind then.

The most straightforward words often have the best comforting effect. After a second or two, Chaochao's eyes quickly brightened.

That makes a lot of sense.

Because of her dad, Chaochao, regaining her confidence, smiled foolishly.

What Huo Qin kept to himself, unspoken, was...

You are not a piece of trash, but his most precious treasure.

Huo Qin put the little dumpling back on the ground, glanced at the robot waiting quietly to the side, and said to her, "If you don't like it, you can send it away now."

This was originally a first-generation product in the early stages of research and development, and it will never be sold to the public. The third generation of intelligence has broken through the barriers, and the probability of garbage identification errors is only one percent.

Actually, Huo Qin had the robot delivered because he wanted to amuse the little dumpling.

Huo Qin finished speaking.

Chaochao did not agree on the spot; instead, a hesitant and conflicted expression appeared on her face.

"I can try to help you improve it."

A cold, youthful voice sounded beside the two of them.

Pei Yushen pushed the wheelchair closer to the robot, stopping a meter away. His rational black eyes glanced at it from bottom to top before turning to Huo Qin, who had already noticed him: "If you agree."

Later, Pei Yushen took the robot away.

but……

Chaochao the dog cautiously peeked through a crack in the door and stared at the disassembled robot lying on the table with the expression of an old lady, feeling a little uneasy.

After all, people only called her trash, but her brother completely dismantled Little Whale's reputation...

Chaochao, feeling a slight pang of conscience, suddenly heard the calm voice of the boy in front of her: "Come in."

Pei Yushen had noticed the little dumpling clinging to the door for quite some time.

She's the only one who can do voyeurism so openly and honestly.

As Chaochao approached the desk, Pei Yushen freed his hand from a pile of parts and pushed a plate of untouched fruit toward her.

Chaochao naturally forked a piece of pineapple and stuffed it into her mouth: "Brother Yushen, can it...can it turn back?"

Chaochao is now starting to miss the friends she just had bickered with.

The kind with its whole whiskers and tail intact.

Pei Yushen's hands didn't stop moving; his answer was very concise:

"meeting."

Chaochao, who believed whatever her brother said, breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. She stood by the table, staring at the dazzling array of parts, large and small, and then looked at the boy who was clearly handling things with ease.

She picked up another piece of fruit with her fork.

"Brother Yu Shen, do all physics students know these things?"

It looks so cool.

Pei Yushen picked up a screw, his fingertips paused slightly, and then skillfully fixed the joint: "No, it's just a personal hobby."

Looking at the little whale that was gradually taking shape, Chaochao asked, "Can a person be repaired like this too?"

This time, Pei Yushen finally stopped moving.

He lowered his eyes silently, his dark gaze fixed on a certain spot.

"If only it could be like that."