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Seeing him like this, Lu Siying frowned, but didn\'t say anything, but asked Yan Fei to take Sima Mingxuan to the guest room to see if there was anything else she needed, and then she went to the kitchen to prepare dinner with the household robot. On the way back, she asked the home robot to start preparations in advance, so she was almost done by now. Lu Siying took a look and added two dishes that Yan Fei likes. It took less than half an hour for a table. The hearty meal is ready.

"Xiao Fei, tell Ming Xuan to come down to eat." Lu Siying shouted while standing at the top of the stairs. Yan Fei and Sima Mingxuan heard the sound, and they walked downstairs together.

"Mom, I\'ll help you." Yan Fei saw Lu Siying holding vegetables in her hand, ran a few steps past, and reached out to take the plate in Lu Siying\'s hand.

"You don\'t need your help, you just sit down and eat, and the robot will deliver it in a while." Although Lu Siying said so, she was very pleased to see her son so caring.

"Where is Yan Hao?" Sima Mingxuan glanced downstairs and didn\'t see Yan Hao.

"Still in the room." Lu Siying said.

"I\'ll call him." As he said, Sima Mingxuan turned his head and walked upstairs. He had observed before when Yan Hao went upstairs and returned to the room, so he knew where Yan Hao\'s room was.

Sima Mingxuan walked to the door of Yan Hao\'s room and tapped twice.

When the door opened, Yan Hao was a little surprised to see Sima Mingxuan standing outside the door.

"My aunt called you to eat." Sima Mingxuan said.

"I\'m calling you guys."

Sima Mingxuan was taken aback, just about to speak again, Lu Siying\'s voice came from downstairs: "Yan Hao, come down to eat."

Sima Mingxuan suddenly had an expression of "Look, I didn\'t lie to you".

"I\'m going to wash my hands, you go down first."

"It\'s okay, I\'ll wait for you." Sima Mingxuan said, looking at Yan Hao\'s room like nothing.

Yan Hao frowned, and suddenly couldn\'t care about being polite, and slammed the door of the room in front of Sima Mingxuan.

The smile on Sima Mingxuan\'s face condensed, but soon returned to normal, took a breath, turned and went downstairs.

After a while, Yan Hao came downstairs, and the three of Yan Fei had already started to eat. He walked straight to the empty position and sat down, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and prepared for a quick decision.

"I want guests to call you for dinner, what are you doing in the room, so you can\'t get down for a long time?" Lu Siying looked at Yan Hao dissatisfied.

"Clean up the room." Yan Hao said.

"What\'s in the room..."

"Auntie, this dish tastes good." Sima Mingxuan interrupted Lu Siying\'s reprimand. He came this time but asked Yan Hao to help prepare the liquid medicine. Although Yan Fei repeatedly assured that as long as Lu Siying speaks, Yan Hao will definitely agree. But looking at such a tense relationship between the two, Sima Mingxuan had already begun to express doubts.

Sima Mingxuan\'s obvious help to Yan Hao would not be obvious to Yan Fei, and his heart suddenly became uncomfortable. Obviously he is Sima Mingxuan\'s boyfriend and he is the pharmacist. Yan Hao\'s pharmacy talent is inferior to him at all, and he has already switched to repair mechas. But why did Mingxuan still come to Yan? Hao help. He even firmly believed that the mysterious pharmacist who helped Sheng Zhuo prepare the liquid medicine was Yan Hao.

"Eat more if you like." Lu Siying enthusiastically pushed the food Sima Mingxuan had just eaten to the past.

"Did Auntie cook this herself?"

"No, it was made by a household robot."

"Household robot?" Sima Mingxuan asked in surprise, "I also have a household robot at home, but the taste of the dishes is completely different from yours. Is it a new model?"

"No, we have used this household robot for many years."

"Then why does the cooking taste so good? Have you debugged it?" The appearance settings of the home robots are all the same, and the cooked food tastes similar. If there is a difference, someone must have adjusted the internal menu.

"I don\'t know much about this." Lu Siying couldn\'t remember, and raised her hand to invite the domestic robot standing aside: "00965, have you been debugged by someone?"

"Yes, hostess, StarCraft February 10, 591, the young master Yan Hao adjusted my menu so that you and the host could have delicious meals." The robot said with a non-feeling mechanical voice. Emotional reasons.

For this reason, everyone present was taken aback.

Lu Siying didn\'t expect to hear such a sentence from the robot\'s mouth, and her emotions were very complicated, and at the same time a long-lasting memory came to her mind. When did that come? Whether it was five years ago or six years ago, Yan Hao learned cooking for a period of time. After school every day, he would cook dinner for them happily. It just seems that the cooking skills are average, and the taste is similar to that of household robots.

It turns out that Yan Hao changed the menu settings of the home robot. Is it the same?

Lu Siying was a little moved. Seeing Yan Hao lowered her head to pick up the rice, she felt guilty. She took a chopsticks dish and sent it to Yan Hao\'s bowl: "Don\'t just eat, eat some food."

The sudden warmth made Yan Hao a little uncomfortable. He stared at the eggplant on the plate blankly, and suddenly smiled.

This smile is a bitter smile, but also a self-deprecating smile.

If it were in the past, he would definitely be ecstatic, but now, apart from being uncomfortable and awkward, he doesn\'t have any other feelings: "I don\'t eat eggplant."

As Yan Hao said, he picked the eggplant out of the bowl and put it in the empty bowl aside.

The atmosphere became cold in an instant.

"Mom, I like eggplant the most. You can pick it up for me, too." Yan Fei saw Lu Siying embarrassed, so behaved and handed his bowl over.

"Okay, I\'ll clip it for you." Lu Siying secretly said, sure enough, her little son was caring.

Yan Fei really likes to eat eggplant, in other words, almost all the dishes on this table are his favorite.

Lu Siying looked at Yan Fei, who was eating her own food, and then at Yan Hao, who was sitting next to him, who only knew how to pick up rice. Her heart was filled with anger. In the end, she didn\'t see and didn\'t go to see Yan Hao. I only talked to Yan Fei and Sima Mingxuan.

Sima Mingxuan silently observed. Judging from the information revealed by the household robot just now, Yan Hao did follow her mother\'s words very much, as Yan Fei said. In other words, he really wanted to get his mother\'s attention. At the same time, he also understood why Yan Hao hated Yan Fei so much. The eccentric Yan Hao from the Yan family\'s parents was simply not like his own. If Yan Fei can persuade his parents to be nice to Yan Hao, so as to repair the feelings between their brothers...

The two major tenth-level mecha-manufacturing masters in the Federation were both Yan Hao\'s teachers, and his senior brothers, as long as they thought of the resources behind Yan Hao, Sima Mingxuan\'s eyes almost burst into flames.

"Mingxuan, try this soup."

Sima Mingxuan returned to his senses.

"Okay, thank you." Sima Mingxuan smiled softly, took the soup bowl, and took a sip with his head down, "It\'s delicious."

Yan Fei smiled, turned around, and stared at the opposite Yan Hao fiercely. But it was only a glance, he was afraid that others would find his jealousy, and his emotions would soon disappear. But just now Sima Mingxuan stared at Yan Hao\'s gaze, and he couldn\'t forget it.

At this time, a doorbell suddenly came from the door.

"Go and open the door." Lu Siying ordered to the family.

"Yes, Master." The home robot turned around to open the door, and after a while, led in another larger robot.

"Excuse me, who is Mr. Yan Hao?" On the head of the larger robot was a huge electronic screen, which displayed an address and the information of the consignee.

This is a robot specially used for delivery.

Yan Hao stood up when the robot made a sound. He walked over and stretched the optical brain terminal of his left hand to the front of the robot. A series of red lights flashed on the electronic screen on the robot\'s head. After verifying Yan Hao\'s identity, he opened his abdominal cavity: "Hello Mr. Yan Hao, the four-piece set of your customized bed has been delivered, please accept it."

"It\'s okay." Yan Hao took out the things he bought from the abdominal cavity of the robot.

"Thank you for your patronage." After speaking, the delivery robot automatically turns around and returns as it came. The domestic robot followed suit and went to help the delivery robot open the door.

Lu Siying looked at the four-piece suit on the bed that Yan Hao was holding, and wondered: "Why are you buying this? Isn\'t it in your room?"

"I have them in my room, as well as all the sheets and covers, but they should be used when I leave the house."

"What\'s the matter then? You don\'t like it, just live for half a month, so what do you do?"

"00965, go to my room and take down the sheets I changed." Yan Hao was too lazy to explain, turning his head directly to the household robot returning to the dining room and instructed.

"Yes, Master." 00965 was very fast, turned upstairs, and soon came down with a crumpled bed sheet, and asked aloud, "Whether it needs to be cleaned."

"Shake it." Yan Hao ordered.

"The host is eating, it is not recommended to shake the sheets, it will raise dust." 00965 said.

"shake!"

"Yan Hao, what do you want to do?" Lu Siying looked impatient.

At this time, 00965, who received the second order, did not hesitate anymore. The two mechanical arms grasped the two corners of the bed sheet and shook fiercely. The smoker coughs unceasingly.

Yan Fei took a step back directly after being Xun.

"Sima senior, you are a guest. In your room, there is so much dust on the sheets and quilts?" Yan Hao asked Sima Mingxuan.

Sima Mingxuan shook his head subconsciously.

"Mother, you went to school to pick me up in person. I thought you missed me a little bit. Now it seems that I can\'t be better than a guest in your heart." After that, Yan Hao ignored the dumbfounded Lu Siying. Madam, holding her newly bought sheets and turning upstairs.

Downstairs, 00965 still stood sluggishly on the spot, asking repeatedly: "Excuse me, do the sheets need to be cleaned?"

"Take it and throw it away!" It\'s moldy, how can I use it.

Lu Siying looked at the figure of Yan Hao disappearing at the corner of the stairs, and for the first time began to face his negligence towards Yan Hao: "Xiao Fei, did my mother ignore your brother too much?"

Yan Fei was startled, and walked over and took his mother\'s hand: "Mom, you are not to blame for this matter. My brother doesn\'t like people entering his room."

"Yes, your brother doesn\'t like others entering his room, and since he was young, he has arranged everything in his room, and never let others touch it." Lu Siying finally found a reasonable excuse for herself.

It wasn\'t that she had forgotten it, but that Yan Hao had never let her into the room since she was a child. He just got used to it, so he didn\'t think of it for a while.

"Besides, why did he go out and buy, he opened his mouth and said that he would change his house, and it\'s not that there are no household robots." Lu Siying said.

"Mom, don\'t blame your brother, he was not happy to go home this time, maybe he is still angry." Yan Fei said.

"Is there anything he doesn\'t like? He hung his face all the way, and he didn\'t stop when he got home. The wings were hardened last university, right." Lu Siying thought of Yan Hao\'s yin and yang performance, and suddenly became angry again. Come.

"Mom, you calm down and we continue to eat."

"What to eat, a table of dishes is full of ashes."

Sima Mingxuan looked at him coldly, and watched Yan Fei take a few words lightly to turn Lu Siying\'s guilt towards Yan Hao into anger. If these kinds of scheming and methods were used to deal with the enemy, he might praise him. But what he used to deal with was Yan Hao, who was most in need of flattering right now. Sima Mingxuan suddenly became angry, wishing to pull Yan Fei\'s collar and immediately say an idiot.