Outside, a gust of wind picked up, carrying a trace of dampness.
It was going to rain soon.
"Next time, add a bit more beef and cut back on the salt." He slurped the instant noodles, sighing contentedly.
The robot replied professionally, "Thank you for your suggestion. We will consider making improvements."
This was clearly just perfunctory. The robots in Yunhai City were truly not very human-like.
But that bowl of braised beef noodles brought back more regrets.
Grandparents, maternal grandparents…
He had indeed found his parents and sister now, but those who were gone could never be brought back.
This time the sadness was real, and inspiration began to flow. Lu Yuan seemed to enter the ever more distant childhood times, even though he was nearly six hundred years old now, an innate myth, but who doesn't cherish their childhood?
