It didn't take long for Chen Heng and Ramahti to sit in front of a restaurant in the south-central part of Mendong City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I made an appointment with the Chinese liaison here......

"I know." Chen Heng shook his hand and interrupted Ramaheti's explanation. "I've seen the schedule. But the smell ...... Are you sure you can get down to business here? ”

Right next to them, the aroma of fried noodles rushed straight to Xiaohan. Waiters shuttle between awnings and parasols, and the restaurant is completely full, both indoors and outdoors – Ramaheti is able to sit in such a corner, but with a great view and position, thanks to her special channel of "reservations".

"The two need a point...... Something? ”

The waiter who took the "Reserved" sign on the table immediately noticed the two guests' signature long ears. Of course, one of them is a fake made of optical camouflage, and the other one is a genuine product. But it is completely impossible to distinguish between the two with the human eye - the stereotyped projection optical camouflage was capable of a variety of needs including clothing in Chen Heng's time, and it was completely easy to simulate a perfect long ear.

"No need, we still have guests to wait." Ramaheti waved gracefully, signaling that the waiter did not have to stand and wait. She had seen too many of the ordinary Elta people who had looked stunned - needless to say, they were the fruits of the Church of the Two Moons, decades and hundreds of years of deification and mystification of them.

Even the current Chinese cannot avoid being a little uncontrollable when they see the appearance of artificial intelligence that is actually man-made. In fact, the appearance of artificial intelligence is not much different from that of humans in Chen Heng's era, but that is already the result of genetic modification and optimization......

"Wait a minute." A slightly stiff voice came from another seat. The waiter, who was already about to leave, turned around and looked at the male elf who was sitting across from Ramahetti with his hand raised.

Chen Heng doesn't know the complicated Elta language now. The development of this new language, which was determined by the large number of colonists in the Nordic countries among tourists, and the mixture of other languages over 20,000 years, was enough to make for a monumental work - but Chen Heng was not interested in it: it was not his specialty, and naturally there was no need to study it. If you want to communicate, it is enough to use Chinese with artificial intelligence. If you have to use Elta, you can use the translation and voice function of Maotian's artificial intelligence assistant.

"Guest, do you want anything?"

"Let's stir-fry the beef noodles in the middle." Chen Heng looked at the menu handed by the waiter for a while, and finally made up his mind. "Oh, slightly spicy."

It wasn't until the waiter left that Ramaheti began to cover her face and snicker. Chen Heng smiled for a long time in Chen Heng's suspicious gaze before she asked, "According to the records, you didn't go to eat fried noodles with your colleagues at that time, so you were stranded here with the entire galaxy?" ”

"Yes, with Akatsuki Sakamoto." Chen Heng held his cheeks, looking loveless. "The whole team went to eat fried noodles, and I ate hot pot with Xiao. I didn't expect this to happen after that. Is...... The world is impermanent. ”

"Is this a tragedy caused by a show of affection?" After saying this question, Ramaheti immediately noticed Chen Heng's expression fluctuating. "Okay, okay, just kidding. For more than 20,000 years from that time to now, you haven't eaten Chinese food? ”

"Yes, but very little." Chen Heng sighed. "There's really something in a food printer, but you should understand that it's not just Chinese restaurants, Mexican restaurants and Japanese ramen restaurants, and even chains like American fried chicken restaurants that are open all over the world because the food printers only come out of the food printer to satisfy hunger. How I miss the hand-rolled sushi......"

After the advent of the era of fusion, the food crisis faced by mankind disappeared in an instant. The original high-molecular artificial ingredients for consumption have instantly become chicken ribs - even lower than the status of real chicken ribs. They could only be used as food and life-saving emergency rations in times of extreme poverty, as well as for the daily diet of the lower citizens of the colonies......

The tireless efforts of scientists in the food industry have made the ingredients of these polymer artificial ingredients almost infinitely close to the real thing. But even if the chow mein and the real thing, which are mass-engineered and restored to the real thing from the molecular structure, are placed side by side without labeling, foodies can still accurately determine which one is a bastard thing that has deceived the people.

What's more, the food printer that has been reduced in size for civilian use is even more depraved than the cabinet in the laboratory. How much can you cheat? Until the 26th century, it was unbelievable that the market share of convenience foods, led by traditional instant noodles, was actually larger than this type of food after a period of counterattack.

Perhaps influenced by the "original thought" since the 24th century, some of the "joie de vivre" that human beings had abandoned before have revived.

From the point of view of the radius of the universe controlled by humans (measured in light years), the pace of human progress has slowed down at the cosmic frontier. But from another point of view, human beings, who have expanded to the outer reaches of the universe like exploration machines, have returned to the form of human beings after the 24th century. Facilities and services that were almost extinct in the previous two hundred years, such as chain restaurants and greenhouse planets dedicated to growing crops and breeding, have also been revived in this era, creating a unique state of human existence in the twenty-sixth century.

In fact, further, using people themselves as sensory organs to carry out this special "other-world tourism", instead of plugging in the cranial nerve VR system at home for networked games, can also be regarded as an extension of the "original thought".

The process of carrying gunpowder and rail-powered shotguns or fishing rods, or even scimitars for mushrooms, like their ancestors, to the wild to obtain ingredients and cook them has become one of the enjoyments of the middle class of society. Of course, the fun is not all about the taste, but more about the process.

"If you want a sushi restaurant, you can find one in Mendong City."

Chen Heng almost immediately cast a complaining gaze: "You don't know." Her hand-rolled sushi has a special taste......"

This is the so-called "process". Ivanevich, a representative scholar of the Origin Thought, believes that in the interstellar era when the results can be infinitely close to success, in addition to the exciting results of scientific research and exploration, the vast majority of people enjoy the process in a closed-loop life, not the "result" of simplification and convergence.

"And you're still missing her? It's been 20,000 years. It has been seven or eight years since she woke up. ”

"If she has a completely different personality now, then of course I can only let go." Chen Heng patted his face, trying to sober himself up. "But you see, this sleep, as soon as I wake up, is only a matter of twelve hours for me. I really can't accept such a big change......"

"We can only say that we are deeply sorry for the change of Ms. Sakamoto. We can't guide the person without their permission...... "Ramaherti recounts in a serious and regretful gesture.

The "round table", or "Committee for the Maintenance of Order", may indeed be to blame for the tragedy that followed. In the early days when the "Ruby Hitomi" had just woken up and showed signs of amnesia, the Round Table side blocked Sakamoto's proposal for memory rehabilitation by a slight majority. To make amends, an artificial intelligence was placed on her side as an educator who reintegrated her into society.

After all, at that time, no one could have imagined that the Z situation would be triggered in just eight years - the establishment of the Red Dragon Regiment was only an accidental factor caused by the old human race, and it was not at all the first beacon of the so-called "industrial revolution" and "evolution of the times". According to the calculations of the central artificial intelligence, it will be at least hundreds of years before the bilunar planet can enter the age of magical industry.

"Okay, okay, it's been almost ten years, and there's no need to talk about rehabilitation, she can survive well, and I should probably be content." Chen Heng watched the waiter gradually approach, and naturally sighed with emotion. Life in a closed cabin is like a waiter walking to the lobby with a plate, only when the pre-set conditions are met and the lid of the closed cabin is opened, can you know what the outside world has become; In the same way, it is not until the moment the waiter bends down that the diner knows who the plate of fried noodles is "going to".

"Huh." As the waiter with the plate bent over beside Ramaheti, Chen Heng was taken aback - the diners around him who came earlier were still looking forward to it, how could he enjoy it first?

At the same time, a staff member with a briefcase also got out of the black car outside the restaurant - the person who came was none other than Huang Yuan, who had been in charge of contact and exchanging opinions with the "elves" for a long time.

"The Lord is coming." Ramaheti changed the order of Erlang's legs up and down, and whispered to Chen Heng. "No need to turn your head, it's Chinese. I'll talk to him later, and you can just eat it. ”

"Lady Ramahti, long time no see." Huang Yuan saw the back of a male elf from a distance, as well as a familiar beautiful face. "This is ......"

"My new colleague." Ramaherti replied calmly. "Look, I'll bring him here first to experience the charm of Chinese food."

"The fried noodles of this house are a little heavy in oil and salt." Speaking of food, Huang Yuan is also a self-cooked. I saw him first pull out his chair and sit on it, and then he began to make a tirade about the fried noodles. "If you want to eat the true flavor of the ingredients, I suggest that you can stoop down and taste the ...... at Mendong Hotel when you have time."

"Okay." Ramaheti nodded, "The gossip ends here, Huang Translator has an appointment today, why did he come?" ”