Chapter 5, Part 5: "Uncle, don't go to work, Yu Yu will take care of you."...
Ancient?
Ancient people?
Yan Xingli's lips twitched.
He suspected there was something wrong with his ears.
The ancient ancestor, his competitive spirit ignited, jumped up, flung open the kitchen's transparent glass door, and pointed defiantly:
"Do you know how much high technology is in my kitchen?"
Although he doesn't cook often, the pots and pans he uses are all state-of-the-art models, with just his rice cooker costing five figures.
Yan Xingli picked up his expensive rice cooker: "This rice cooker doesn't require me to press any buttons. Just put the washed rice in, and it will take care of everything itself."
"It can even sing."
As Yan Xingli spoke, he called out to the rice cooker, "Little rice cooker, please sing a song for those who eat rice."
The rice cooker base lit up: "Yes, Master."
"Finally, it's lunchtime! Time for everyone to eat! I'm the first one to rush to the restaurant!"
The energetic and dynamic music blared out, adding to the lively atmosphere.
"..."
Qi Youyu is incredible.
Little Flower: "Heh."
She has some talents, but not many.
In the eyes of the advanced robot Xiaohua, Xiaobao, whose net worth is in the five figures, is not even considered an entry-level robot.
Its big, bright green eyes didn't even blink. It stretched out a small, round hand like a steamed bun, and with a snap, it turned into a spatula under Yan Xingli's puzzled gaze.
He waved the spatula twice: "The size is just right, and the material is the same as the most heat-resistant wood in the world today."
Yan Xingli was stunned for a moment.
That wasn't all. Xiao Hua's adorable appearance also changed. The little 1.2-meter-tall girl suddenly grew taller, reaching 1.8 meters and almost as tall as Yan Xingli, who was 1.85 meters.
Plus version of Little Flower, Big Fat Flower: \(^o^)/
Big Fat Flower took a floral apron out of her round belly and skillfully tied it on herself.
Turning back to the stunned Yan Xingli, she smiled politely and said, "Ancient man, please wait a moment. I will prepare a sumptuous dinner for you and the great little scientist Yu Yu."
What happened next was like watching a science fiction movie for Yan Xingli.
Big Fat Flower's hands transformed into a spatula one moment, a cleaver the next, and then, in the blink of an eye, he pulled out a cutting board from somewhere, chopping away with swift, decisive strokes.
A plate of evenly sized shredded potatoes is born.
Big Fat Flower's movements of tossing the wok and wielding the spatula were fluid and graceful, like a master chef who had been tossing woks for ten years. Before Yan Xingli could fully understand how it was done, it had already cooked a dish of beef and scrambled eggs that tested its skills.
Big Fat Flower busied herself in the kitchen, preparing two delicious and visually appealing dishes. Yet, the kitchen remained spotless, without a trace of water or grease, and the walls and countertops gleamed clean.
Because while Big Fat Flower was cooking, two long, tendril-like arms extended from its back to clean the stove and sink, sweeping the floor as it walked.
In a daze, Yan Xingli seemed to see a giant, sentient octopus cooking in his house.
It's... magical and bizarre.
It was at this moment that Yan Xingli finally began to realize that the other party was a product of alien technology.
He believed that the technology of Planet Cang'ai was more advanced than that of Earth.
Qi Youyu pushed the stunned Yan Xingli to the dining table and kicked back a chair: "Uncle, Xiaohua's cooking is absolutely delicious, you should eat!"
Yan Xingli snapped out of his daze, and instead of rushing to taste the dishes on the table, he grabbed the child and whispered:
"Can it turn back?"
To be honest, Big Fat Flower gave him a little shock. He felt a bit of pressure looking at Big Fat Flower, who was burly and aggressive.
Qi Youyu mistakenly thought that Yan Xingli wanted to see the little flower transform, and immediately nodded with a smile: "Sure."
"Xiaohua, switch to companion mode."
"Okay, lovely and kind Fish Master."
Without hesitation, Xiaohua shrank back to her tiny, 1.2-meter-tall form, and her cleaver-handed hand slowly and deliberately cut back into her small, round hand.
Yan Xingli wiped the sweat from his brow and said awkwardly, "It listens to you quite well."
Qi Youyu's short legs, which couldn't reach the ground, swayed back and forth, extremely proud: "Because I created the little flower and gave it life, it loves me very much and listens to me."
Actually, you don't even need to taste it; just by looking at the appearance of the dishes, you can tell that they must taste good. And indeed, it was exactly as Yan Xingli had imagined.
Xiaohua's cooking was just as good as that of a hotel chef, and the grandmother and granddaughter ate it all up.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Yan Xingli rinsed the prawns in water and finished the plate of extremely salty braised prawns.
Yan Xingli was filled with mixed emotions during the meal. He stood up, holding his empty rice bowl and plate.
"Please sit down, ancient man."
"Please feel free to leave them to me."
Long, tentacled hands snatched the bowls and plates from his hands. Little Flower, like a diligent little bee, wiped the table with her short hands and washed the dishes with her tentacles in the kitchen.
Banquet Star Ceremony: ...
The phone rang.
Yan Xingli hung up the phone, walked to the door, and signed for the package from the deliveryman in the red uniform.
Little Tail Qi Youyu: "Wow."
The child's big eyes were full of envy: "What a big gift! Are there lots of rice balls inside?"
Yan Xingli opened the package, and Qi Youyu, who had gathered around, was slightly disappointed to find that it wasn't rice balls.
Then he asked, "Uncle, what's this? Is it one of your little pots?"
Yan Xingli awkwardly touched the tip of his nose and squeezed out two dry words:
"no."
He paused slightly: "This is a stir-fry machine."
Yan Xingli made two preparations: there are policies from above and countermeasures from below. He wouldn't be foolish enough to stubbornly persist in something he wasn't good at.
He did his research beforehand and gritted his teeth to buy an automatic cooking machine on a certain platform.
The merchant thoughtfully included a recipe booklet with all the dishes that can be cooked in the machine, no wonder it received rave reviews.
Qi Youyu asked innocently, "Uncle, are you going to teach me how to cook using a cooking machine?"
"Oh, I don't plan on that for now."
Yan Xingli held up the recipe book and waved it around: "This is a recipe book. It records the recipes for one hundred dishes. Do you think Xiaohua can learn them?"
"A stir-fry machine, a cooking machine invented by humans on Earth three hundred years ago, a low-energy and boring antique product."
Xiao Hua's anime-style round feet instantly transformed into rollers, rolling around Yan Xingli as it read the information in the instruction manual, then its lips curled up in a straightforward manner.
"Oh, ancient man, thank you for expanding my knowledge base and witnessing such ancient kitchen utensils once again."
That's weird.
Was he being mocked by Little Fatty Flower?
Yan Xingli, with a stern face, tossed the book in his hand into Xiaohua's arms: "No need to thank me, the cooking and cleaning duties are yours starting today."
In any case, the money he saved still went into his pocket, so he didn't lose out.
Qi Youyu: "Uncle, Xiaohua will take good care of us."
The child tugged at Yan Xingli's trouser leg, his face serious: "Uncle, Xiaohua and I won't let you continue to live a hard life. Your good days are coming."
At this moment, Yan Xingli had a million complaints running through his mind.
Oh, right.
Yan Xingli said seriously, "Did you hide Xiaohua on the spaceship before?"
Otherwise, how can we explain the fact that a fat potato suddenly appeared in our house?
Qi Youyu's answer confirmed his guess, and he immediately followed up with, "Besides Xiaohua, are there any other robots on the spaceship?"
“Without my uncle,” Qi Youyu said, “I only need Xiaohua, one robot.”
Yan Xingli's eyes darted back and forth between the child and the fat potato.
"Let me ask you, does Xiaohua have self-awareness?" he asked quietly.
Qi Youyu shook her head, denying it three times: "Xiaohua is just an ordinary robot, not a human."
"Then could you please stop calling me an ancient person?" Yan Xingli pinched the child's hair and played with it, chirping under his breath in annoyance, "I'm still young and fresh, and it's just making noise for no reason."
"Should Xiaohua also call him uncle?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Youyu rejected the suggestion: "When I grow up, I will be Xiaohua's uncle. Every child should have their own uncle."
As long as you don't call him an ancient person, your ancestor, or some random old lady, Yan Xingli accepts it well.
Finally, the topic was put to rest with Xiaohua calling out to Xingge.
*
Yan Xingli filled his seven-day holiday with activities, including buying two tickets to a popular singer's concert, planning to take Qi Youyu to the venue to gather emotional experiences.
If we send this little devil back sooner, his life can return to normal.
However, the leisurely and pleasant holiday took a turn on the second day when Yan Xingli's college entrance examination results were exposed and circulated among various marketing accounts.
The score of 30 in English was a huge disappointment, scaring away a lot of undecided potential fans and further damaging the already poor reputation.
Yan Xingli dominated the top five trending topics, flooding various social media platforms with a barrage of ridicule that left her with no way to escape.
Yan Xingli has never marketed himself as a top student. He has always been a poor student and has long accepted that he is one.
So even when faced with ridicule, he remained calm and composed, maintaining an incredibly positive attitude.
Go ahead and curse, anyway, the Earth is going to explode in fifty years. A huge number of people will die then, and even if we hate each other, we'll all be buried together.
Yan Xingli put down his phone and calmly did an extra set of pull-ups.
As if things weren't bad enough, Li Zhi, the agent who was away on a business trip, called to tell him that the little guest had run away.
Yan Xingli has too many haters. He is not a top idol and does not have a large number of die-hard fans who are willing to fight for him. The speed at which fans control comments cannot keep up with the speed at which haters hurl insults.
The parents of the young guests were afraid that their children would be implicated and suffer collateral damage, so they preferred to forgo the opportunity to gain attention and resolutely leave.
This made Yan Xingli feel a little sad and melancholy.
He's such a law-abiding, hardworking, and honest man; how can things possibly get better when he's being avoided like this?
The Q-version little figure on Yan Xingli's head was rolling on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
"Does that mean I don't need to record?"
"No need to record?" Li Zhi sneered on the other end of the phone. "Sure, how about the penalty for breach of contract?"
I've looked into it, and my wallet can't handle the weight, so I'm going to shut up now, thank you.
Yan Xingli did not respond.
Li Zhi: "You don't need to worry about the guest stars. The company will find new guest stars no matter where you are. Just focus on recording and stop overthinking."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Xingli sat on the ground, head down, looking dejected and like a dead fish.
Qi Youyu, who was fiddling with something inside the Little Fish, poked her head out and asked, "Uncle, are you troubled?"
Yan Xingli stared with his dead fish eyes: "Everyone has troubles."
The child wearing a metal helmet came out, took off his gloves, and poked his arm: "Uncle, what can make you happy?"
A child's words are like a roasted sweet potato in winter, warming your heart.
He's amazing; he gave birth to a roasted sweet potato.
Yan Xingli tapped the metal helmet twice with her fingers: "It's all because of work. I'm used to it. It'll be fine in a bit."
Qi Youyu belatedly realized that she hadn't taken off her helmet, so she raised her arm and took it off.
The little guy, who was shorter than Yan Xingli's legs when he stood up, patted his chest and said in a serious tone, "Uncle, don't go to work, Yuyu will take care of you."
"you?"
Yan Xingli chuckled: "Sell rice balls to support me?"
"That won't do, Xiaohua will get exhausted."
Qi Youyu: "Uncle, I have a lot of money."
On the planet Cang'ai, only those who are bored or exceptionally ambitious go to work; everyone is completely free of the pressure to survive.
Because when each citizen reaches the age of eighteen, the government will allocate housing and robot doctors, and they will receive a monthly allowance sufficient for daily expenses. They can simply enjoy life and do not need to work hard.
From the moment Qi Youyu was born, her parents opened a bank account for her, which contained the red envelopes she had received since birth, the child allowances issued by the government, and other miscellaneous income.
The little girl is quite wealthy.
“You can’t use your money here,” Yan Xingli said calmly. “Besides, how can I, an elder, use a child’s money? It would be so embarrassing if word got out.”
Even if he's completely useless, he wouldn't fawn over a three-year-old.
At that time, the proud ancestor thought to himself.
Yan Xingli recalled the holographic screen displaying his life story that day, and his face darkened instantly.
“If you add this to my biography again, I’ll have to die a second time.”
Qi Youyu asked in confusion, "Huh?"
Yan Xingli put on a profound expression: "Death is death anyway."
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