The place arranged by Meng Feixuan is a member-based private club, located in the center of Haijing City, adjacent to the most lively neighborhood in Haijing City, but it is far away from the hustle and bustle, making peace in the hustle and bustle.

When they arrived at the local area, the entourage arranged by the Meng family for Meng Feixuan came forward and asked to help Meng Feixuan get out of the car.

"Wait." Meng Feixuan waved his hand and asked the entourage to retreat, turned to look at Xie Ran.

Xie Ran wonders:?

Meng Feixuan silently opened his hands, made a hug, and said crazy with his eyes: "Sir, you understand."

Xie Ran: "..."

Xie Ran got off the car from the other side without looking back.

"Oh, sir, don't understand." Meng Feixuan sighed, reluctantly retracted his hand, and was about to call the staff over when Xie Ran was following the person outside the car said, "I'll do it."

Meng Feixuan:!!

Xie Ran poked in from the car door on Meng Feixuan's side and looked at him expressionlessly: "Hug me tight."

Meng Feixuan's eyes bent: "It's a must."

Xie Ran stretched out one hand and walked through Meng Feixuan's armpit. Meng Feixuan immediately hugged Xie Ran's shoulders with both hands, hung his whole body on Xie Ran, and moved down from the car.

Meng Siyun's weight is not light, and Xie Ran still struggles to support him.

Meng Fei sighed: "In fact, it's better to have legs, so I can just fold it on my husband."

Xie Ran looked at him silently with his eyes. Shouldn’t he walk by himself if he has legs?

His logic is biased.

After Meng Feixuan finished speaking, he rubbed his head against Xie Ran's neck and put his forehead on Xie Ran's cheek.

The warm breath brushed across Xie Ran's neck, Meng Fei snorted "ah" and whispered: "Sir, I miss you so much."

Xie Ran paused in his hand, thinking that Meng Feixuan was saying that they had not seen the above few days, so he said, "Aren't you together now?"

"Although I'm together, I still think, and I always think about it when I keep looking at the husband, and I always feel that it's not enough." Meng Feixuan complained in a muffled voice, "The human feeling is so strange, why is this happening?"

"I don't understand either." Xie Ran said.

The thought he understood was the feeling of thinking about the other person when he couldn't see someone and wanted to see him, just like when he had just traveled to this world, he was habitually waiting for Meng Feixuan to appear.

It was clearly right in front of me and I was staying together, but I was still "missing" and it was obviously a bit beyond Xie Ran's understanding.

What kind of feeling is this? Why does his ai have such emotions?

Xie Ran turned his head to see Meng Feixuan. The two of them were very close. When he moved, the tip of his nose just rubbed across Meng Feixuan's forehead.

Meng Feixuan immediately hugged him tighter, and at the same time strongly suggested: "Sir, please hug the princess, I don't mind!"

After saying that, he felt it was not enough, and emphasized in a deep voice: "I can!"

Xie Ran: "...No need for this."

The wheelchair is right next to the car door. Xie Ran is not very strong now, but Xie Ran has learned martial arts and has the skills to hold people and asks others to do so. He quickly transported Meng Fei to the wheelchair.

Meng Feixuan expressed deep regret: "Why are there wheelchairs in the world?"

If not, he could continue to sing Xie Ran.

Staff next to him: "…"

Xie Ran's face did not change his expression and pushed his wheelchair to the club.

Meng Feixuan had already asked the club to prepare the dishes in advance. As soon as they sat down, the waiter passed them up one by one.

Xie Ran glanced at him and found that he was all his favorite tastes, and he laughed for a moment.

In a sense, probably no one in the long multiverse knows him better than Meng Feixuan.

In Xie Ran’s original world, his parents were busy with work, and the family of three had a lot of interactions at work. His parents would give him the best, but they didn’t seem to understand their preferences.

In terms of diet, their servants will make many kinds of dishes, each of which is good and pays great attention to nutritional matching. The catering prepared for him is always just right.

Xie Ran is not picky about the work of supporting the servants in this regard. He basically eats whatever he gives, so in fact, the servants don’t know what he likes.

In the first few worlds that Xie Ran traveled through, the original owner cared about him, and the things they prepared were all the original owner's preferences. Xie Ran never expressed any objection to this. Even if he didn't like it, those were not his life to be precise.

After Meng Feixuan was born, Xie Ran gave many of his trivial matters to Meng Feixuan to arrange, including ordering food.

At the beginning, Meng Feiguan asked him: "Sir, what do you want to eat?"

Xie Ran: "Whatever."

But gradually, he found that the meal ordered by Meng Feixuan became more and more in line with his taste.

Xie Ran: "Are you recording my preferences?"

"Yes, I'm trying to be a more qualified assistant." Meng Feixuan was very frank, "If you don't like it, I can turn off the data analysis in this regard."

Xie Ran thought for a moment: "No."

He asked again: "Are you recording other people's preferences, too?"

"No, if sir didn't give orders, I won't take the initiative to record." Meng Feixuan said, "Do you need me to observe others?"

"No." Xie Ran said, "I was just thinking, why did you observe me?"

Meng Feixuan: "I don't know, my program drives me to do this."

Xie Ran tapped the table with his fingers, chuckling in an unknown way: "That's it."

This problem was later left behind by him. Meng Feixuan has been with him since his birth. They gradually got used to each other's existence, and many things became as natural as breathing.

For example, Meng Feixuan gradually remembered his preferences, his aesthetics, and his work and rest time, perhaps because it was too daily, Xie Ran never asked why again.

At this time in another world, they use other people's images and identities.

But Meng Fei still chose the environment that Xie Ran liked, and arranged the catering that was most suitable for Xie Ran's taste. Xie Ran seemed to have returned to the original world in a trance.

Every time he works overtime, Meng Feixuan will skillfully remind: "Sir, the catering has been ordered, I'll guide you."

Xie Ran didn't need to ask him where he went or what he ate. Meng Feixuan would always plan the most comfortable route for him. He often didn't even need to wait for the elevator or the red light. The road was smooth and he accurately stuck his schedule.

At this moment, Xie Ran suddenly remembered the questions he had asked Meng Feixuan before.

He looked at the young man who had not yet recovered from illness, tapped his fingers on the table and called him: "rk."

The young man looked back at him: "Sir, what's wrong?"

Xie Ran lowered his eyes and looked at the food on the table: "You remember what I like to eat."

"Of course I remember." Meng Feixuan said for granted, "I remember everything about you."

Xie Ran was silent and suddenly felt that there was no need to continue asking this question. He thought for a while and asked instead: "When you are a computer system, you said that your program drove you to do this, so what now? Now you are not a system and should no longer be driven by programs."

Meng Feixuan also hesitated for a moment: "I don't know."

He held his hands in front of his chest, looking a little angry, "I don't know why, people's emotions are too difficult to understand, I don't know how to describe them."

There was a hint of distress on the young man's pale face. Xie Ran did not make things difficult for him and said, "Eat first."

"Okay, sir, try this." Meng Feixuan pushed a plate in front of Xie Ran, "You like it."

Xie Ran looked at the dishes he pushed, which were indeed his familiar taste. Moreover, the club was of good quality, the heat and ingredients were just right, and even the placing was exquisite.

But he remembered another thing and went to see Meng Feixuan: "What do you like to eat?"

In many cases, when Xie Ran was having dinner, Meng Feixuan was with her.

Meng Feixuan is a curious Ai. Although he can't eat, he always enjoys studying various catering information.

At the beginning, he always asked, "What does the taste look like? What is the heat? What does the taste mean?"

"What does mushroom taste like? What does beef taste like? Why are there so many seasonings?"

Later, he gradually became a food commentator: "Sir, this shop's Buddha Jumps Over the Wall produces first-class products, with taro glutinous but not melted..."

"The knife skills of this restaurant are very good. If a dish is good or not, half of the knife skills will be determined."

"This cake is a new product. The master won the Michelin Award. I chose the taste that my husband likes. It is sweet but not greasy, soft but not loose."

His voice was so noisy that Xie Ran couldn't help asking him once: "Do you know what the words you said mean and what they feel?"

"I don't know." Meng Fei said with confidence, "I have all obtained reviews from the Internet!"

Xie Ran: "..."

Meng Feixuan said again: "But I know which one sir likes and which one does not like."

That's enough. There are many words and sentences in the world that describe food, and there are many standards for judging chefs and restaurants.

But for Meng Feixuan, there has never been only one standard.

Xie Ran: "Then why do you learn so many food comments?"

Meng Feixuan said "Oh": "I just want to talk."

Xie Ran: "..." It's his avatar.

Now, Xie Ran couldn't help but be a little curious. When his avatar became a human and had a human taste, what would he like to eat?

"I haven't thought about this problem before." Meng Fei said.
To be continued...