The next morning, when Ye Mo reluctantly got up in the reminder sound of the alarm clock, the marshmallow beside him, which had been active at night last night, had disappeared for the first time.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned crookedly in his slippers, and left the bedroom towards the kitchen.

Yesterday, I was really happy by the expectation of being able to "travel around the world", and I wanted to "carry forward my style" in front of Han Xueqing, so I took the initiative to promise that he would be responsible for breakfast in the future.

The sound of a rattle is the sound of an egg rattling in a frying pan.

"Morning, Brother Ye." Han Xueqing, who was wearing a blue apron, wore a double ponytail today, looking even more youthful than yesterday.

I didn't expect the other party to get up early to make breakfast, which made Ye Mo very embarrassed.

I could only say in a slightly indebted tone: "Didn't you say yesterday that I would make breakfast?" Why did you get up so early? ”

"Because I feel that since I'm moving in, the housework should be at least half for one person!"

Han Xueqing used a small spatula to turn over the two eggs in the frying pan in turn, and then asked, "Do you like to eat with a little candy, or is it completely fried?" ”

"Bring some candy with you~ Ye Mo, who wanted to say casually, suddenly remembered what he had said on the Internet before, and many people hated the answer of "casual".

Because the original meaning of this word is to express that the person is more easy-going and easier to get along with in this way.

But with more people in modern times, they are often dissatisfied with the answer that the other party has made for themselves after answering like this.

The "casual effect" caused by the fact that the other party has already agreed, and then suddenly regrets it, has completely changed the original meaning of the word.

"Well, it's almost ready to be served now." Han Xue put the two fried eggs into two small white plates, and Ye Mo immediately walked over to help put them on the table.

It's just that after completing this work, Han Xueqing turned off the fire and untied his apron as if breakfast had been completed.

"Just make an omelette in the morning?" Ye Mo, who sat at the dining table, was full of question marks in his heart.

It wasn't until Han Xueqing took out the tomato sauce he had bought before from the refrigerator and the soy sauce on the kitchen counter and sat down that he finally confirmed that the truth was as he imagined.

"Sorry, I didn't have much experience making breakfast on the first day."

Han Xueqing's smile was sweet, and then she took the lead in squeezing some tomato sauce on the omelette and began to eat it with chopsticks.

"Forget it, as long as she can accept it, I don't care."

Although the amount of breakfast was unexpectedly small, but after all, it was made by the other party, and it didn't matter to his hard work, Ye Mo still picked up the soy sauce bottle and poured a little soy sauce on his omelette, and opened his mouth to eat it.

He had just woken up in the morning and should have washed up before breakfast.

However, in the face of this "standard egg" breakfast supply, Ye Mo simply felt that even if he ate breakfast first and then washed up, it would not be a big deal!

"How does it taste? Is it tender enough? ”

Facing Han Xueqing, whose little face was about to come out of the water, for such an inquiry, Ye Mo immediately reminded Ye Mo of the monkey story he told the other party last night.

"What's this going on?"

"Isn't this only the state officials allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps?"

Ye Mo, who was quite helpless by the "artistic conception stalk", ate the sugar egg yolk in his mouth, and could only reply softly and vaguely:

"Enough, it's really tender!"

He saw that Han Xueqing seemed to show a smile like "the conspiracy succeeded".

It's a little, but it's not much.

The upturned corners of her mouth are indeed very good-looking, but Ye Mo eats this fried egg, but she feels more and more that there may be a "conspiracy" in it.

At this time, the doorbell outside the house suddenly rang!

Han Xueqing immediately stood up and walked quickly towards the door.

"Your takeaway, I wish you a happy meal!"

After closing the door, give the brown paper bag in your left hand to your right hand.

"Here's porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork and green vegetables."

Han Xueqing put two small plastic round boxes in front of Ye Mo for him to choose, and then took out two servings of soy milk and three fritters from another long packaging bag and said to him:

"There's no milk in the fridge, so I'll buy a few bags before I come back in the evening."

"Let's deal with it this morning and drink some soy milk!"

In fact, it should be enough to have porridge or soy milk for breakfast, but after all, it was the first day to get up early, and I wanted to surprise Ye Mo first, so Han Xueqing ordered both.

Of course, her living expenses this month are an extra expense than usual.

Such a contrast really surprised Ye Mo, but since it was a piece of mind on the other side, he didn't say much.

After breakfast, Marshmallow hadn't gotten up yet.

In the past, when Ye Mo went to school, he was used to being at home, so Ye Mo didn't specifically call it, and when it was estimated that it was time to go to school, he went out to school with a drawing board and a backpack containing other things.

As a student of the Department of Fine Arts, Ye Mo basically studied Chinese painting and oil painting in the first two years of university.

In fact, comics are just his hobby, not his main business.

The courses in the third year are relatively relaxed, and Ye Mo has received a new class schedule before the start of school.

The number of courses in school is half that of the sophomore year, and many of the blank class hours allow students to go out freely, and there will be several group outings of "art tours" according to the students' voluntariness.

In this day and age, digitalization has had a great impact on the field of painting.

Take the comics that Ye Mo used to make money, in the past, it was necessary to send the original drawings to the editor, but now you only need to draw them and send them with your mobile phone to take photos.

And with the continuous evolution of the AI field, AI painting, AI anchors, and the plots of stories created by AI themselves are constantly improving, constantly challenging the original creators.

For these, Ye Mo has also seen some relevant information on the Internet before.

There are often some funny jokes on the Internet about AI writing stories, and although the stories in them seem neat, they can still be easily seen to be strange and lame logically.

The spirituality and creativity of the original creator will always be incomparable to AI!

In this way, it has become the consensus of many original creators for a while.

However, Ye Mo also remembered that the Go software was not a process of upgrading.

From being able to play business chess players, to winning professional chess players, to beating the world No. 1 head-on.

Many people say that AI technology has ruined the game of Go, and it has made many players no longer take the game of competition as fun.

And it has also gradually begun to impact other fields that AI can enter.

However, in a short period of time, he is still confident in his original plot.

He doesn't think that AI can understand the fun of competition better than him, let alone the wonderful feeling of love between men and women!