The following morning.
When Ding Yue woke up, his head still felt a bit woozy.
"Big White."
Yawning, Ding Yue called out for Big White.
The red tal box placed in the corner of Ding Yue’s bedroom made a "beep" sound and then lit up with a green indicator light.
This signified that the voice command had successfully awakened Big White from its dormant state.
"President."
Accompanied by a "zzz" sound, Big White completed inflation and then responded to its master, Ding Yue.
"My head feels a little dizzy, and my body doesn’t seem quite comfortable."
Ding Yue muttered to himself.
He ant to ask Big White to scan him to see what was causing his discomfort.
Beep!
Big White stepped forward and directly scanned its master, Ding Yue: "Scanning master’s health, detected an elevated blood alcohol concentration affecting normal brain function, preliminary diagnosis is excessive drinking."
Big White reported the scanning and diagnostic findings to Ding Yue.
"Uh, I indeed had quite a few drinks last night with Professor Yang, Dean Jiang, and President Xu."
With one hand supporting his head, Ding Yue spoke to Big White, "Do you have any good redies for a hangover?"
"Diagnostic treatnt thod: Excessive alcohol harms the spleen and stomach, and in severe cases, can lead to alcohol poisoning. Traditional Chinese dicine believes that alcohol is a damp-heat substance, a pathogen to the human body. Natural Chinese dicine can resolve it."
"Guizigu, Gegen Flower, Tsaoko Fruit, Kaempferia galangal, Bamboo Shavings, and Nutg are so of the herbs that have the effect of alleviating alcohol’s impact."
Big White provided the Traditional Chinese dicine hangover redy.
"Uh, alright, I got it."
Muttering to himself, Ding Yue said: "We don’t have these herbs here, forget it, Big White, just get a glass of water."
"Alright, President."
Upon receiving the instruction from his master, Ding Yue, Big White headed out of the bedroom to the kitchen and poured a glass of boiled water for Ding Yue.
After drinking a glass of boiled water, Ding Yue’s dizzy spell was slightly alleviated.
Then, after washing his face, Ding Yue felt much more clear-headed.
Gurgle~
Just as he was feeling a bit better, his stomach began to rumble.
"Big White, can you cook?"
Ding Yue casually asked Big White.
"Cooking refers to the thod and art of processing food into als. A good dish is one that pleases the eye, aroma, taste, and presentation, satisfying the consur while also allowing for easier absorption of the food’s nutrients by the body."
Big White directly educated Ding Yue on the aning of "cooking."
Well, well.
Hearing such a response, Ding Yue knew that Big White did not know how to cook; more precisely, Big White did not yet have the gourt chip or had not yet formally learned about cooking.
Currently, Big White was at the primary intelligence stage, so logically speaking, as long as it kept learning in-depth, learning to cook shouldn’t be too much of a challenge, right?
With that thought.
A smile couldn’t help but play at the corners of Ding Yue’s mouth.
Imagine one day, waking up to a warm, endearing intelligent robot like Big White fetching you a hot towel, then making you a nutritious breakfast, and adjusting the room temperature and humidity to the most comfortable levels.
Such a life would simply be amazing.
Perhaps this is the future?
"Looks like I’ll have to find an opportunity for Big White to learn cooking," Ding Yue mused, and it seed like he thought of sothing specific,
But because he had just woken up from drinking, Ding Yue couldn’t quite recall what he had thought of a mont ago.
It was actually quite normal to have such a mory lapse; almost everyone experiences it—you think of sothing to do one mont and then instantly forget, but when you calmly concentrate and think about it, you rember again.
Does this kind of situation occur when you’re overloaded with "L"?
"Oh right, the student from last night who cooked."
After calming down, Ding Yue rembered.
If Big White was to learn cooking, then it would need a "master" to teach it. After all, Big White had been taught various everyday tasks by Wen Ruohan, such as serving water and making tea.
But Wen Ruohan, after all, was just a secretary, with limited expertise in professional matters.
Cooking was sothing that required a professional.
Conveniently,
Happened to be no shortage of professionals at his own Mist City Arts and Science University.
Last night, Professor Yang Kaining wanted Zhejiang Cuisine, and the Culinary Arts and Gastronomy Departnt had summoned a student proficient in Zhejiang Cuisine.
Moreover, it was said that the student was an all-around culinary genius, skilled in all eight major cuisines of Xia Country.
Not to ntion various breakfast pastries and snacks, which were no trouble for him at all.
Having such a professional from the Culinary Arts and Gastronomy Departnt instruct Big White in cooking would certainly guarantee no issues at all.
"Big White, call the head of the Culinary Arts and Gastronomy Departnt... What’s the departnt head’s na again?"
Ding Yue was about to have Big White call the head of the Culinary Arts and Gastronomy Departnt.
But, embarrassingly,
For a mont, Ding Yue couldn’t rember the na of the departnt head.
There were dozens of directors at Mist City Arts and Science University, and Ding Yue was not particularly familiar with every single one of them; he was most familiar with Director Qi Chunsheng and his friends like Huang Youjie and Xu Bin.
Next ca Chen Ping, Jian Zihao, Bai Liwei, and heads of other popular faculties and departnts.
Moreover, given how busy Ding Yue usually was, it was quite normal for him to occasionally forget the na of one of his school’s departnt heads.
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