Chapter 672 Uninvited Guests
After dinner, Max''s futuristic home transformed into a children''s paradise.
The all-epassing holographic technology allowed them to watch cartoons.
The vast knowledge reservoir of virtual beings allowed them to listen to fairy tales.
The smart, heated, and adjustable sofa turned into a makeshift trampoline.
Finally, when the children were exhausted from ying, the room fell into silence.
…
Simultaneously, in a high-level meeting at theboratory, four people sat around arge round table.
"I propose confiscating Max''s house. He serves theboratory, and everything he develops should
belong to us," one person asserted.
Another person nodded in agreement. "I agree. ording to Darwin''s assessment, his first virtual
assistant has reached maturity. If this technology can be widely implemented, it will benefit countless
families."
The third person, dressed in blue overalls, was Darwin, Max''s closest coborator. He hesitated and
spoke up, "But this is his personal property. He used his own funds to purchase the house and cover
the expenses of decoration and design."
The person who spoke first was the leader of the meeting, and also the head of the technology group
following the joint venture.
He sneered, saying, "Where do you think his moneyes from? Theboratory pays him five million
dors annually, and everything he does is funded by our organization."
"Ourboratory has invested so much money, it''s only fair for him to repay it, right?"
"Virtual technology should be connected to theboratory andmercialized to generate revenue.
This way, we can have ample funds to invest in lithography machines and support the ongoing
operations of theboratory."
Everyone nodded, failing to see any issue with the proposal.
"After all, theboratory is providing him with a five-million-dor sry..."
Yet, they failed to consider that Max had earned those five million dors entirely on his own.
It remained uncertain how many domestic and international groups had extended tempting offers to
Max. If he were to change jobs, his sry would easily reach ten million dors or more.
However, Max chose not to pursue those opportunities.
Now, these so-called "leaders" wanted to take Max''s developed virtual human technology into the
Essentially, they were demanding that Max "sacrifice" for the sake of theboratory, pulling him in
different directions like a sheep being tugged.
And they saw no issue with this arrangement.
Darwin feigned a troubled expression and pondered, saying, "I''m afraid he won''t agree..."
Max was not the type of person to dedicate his entire life to theboratory and devote himself solely to
scientific research. Such an idealistic notion simply did not exist.
The group''s boss added, "I won''t put you in a difficult position. Tomorrow, I''ll go to Max''s house with a
team of people. Once the virtual human technology is shared with theboratory, you will be
responsible for further development and promotion of the project."
Darwin lowered his head and pretended to sigh, reluctantly replying, "Alright..."
Once the meeting was done, Darwin lingered behind, his eyes betraying a barely perceptible
N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.
excitement.
During his first visit to Max''s house, he had been captivated by the charm of the virtual assistant.
From tomorrow onward, this remarkable virtual assistant would be his.
In the future, as this technology was disseminated and entered the market, young individuals living
alone would have their 24-hour assistants, the elderly in need of constant care would have their
personal round-the-clock family doctors, and life would be more convenient in every aspect.
People would enter an era of technological living.
And Darwin would be the godfather propelling this technological era forward, the pioneer of human
scientific and technological civilization. His name would be etched in history.
Suppressing his excitement, Darwin left hastily, ready to seize the opportunity thaty before him.
Theboratory''s ss wall reflected a small shadowy hole, but he was too absorbed in suppressing his
excitement and joy to notice it... and he would not have seen it even if he paid attention.
Unbeknownst to him, a looming ghost cast a vast shadow over him, its enormous mouth having already
swallowed his head...
…
When Lilly woke up, she noticed that Max was still here.
Her siblings were still fast asleep, exhausted from yingte at night.
ke was nowhere to be found.
She hurriedly ran to the study next to the living room and leaned against Max, her curiosity piqued.
"Uncle Max, what are you doing?"
Max replied, "Last night, Lilly mentioned that what was missing from Stacy''s cooking was Grandma''s
love..."
"So, Uncle Max decided to... oh no, I mean, he borrowed Grandma''s recipes and uploaded them."
Online cooks'' recipe for pork, "500g of pork, 10g salt, 10g soy sauce, 5g dark soy sauce…"
Bettany''s recipe was, "One whole piece of pork, one and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce, half a piece of
ginger, some pepper, star anise, and a hint of cinnamon…"
Lilly tilted her head and asked curiously, "Can it really taste like Grandma''s cooking?"
Max nced towards the kitchen and replied, "Just take a look, and you''ll find out."
In the kitchen, Stacy was cooking with the smart pots and pans.
All the cookware was equipped with smart technology.
She simply needed to follow the instructions and start the program.
Stacy observed the new dishes with a nk expression.
"One whole piece of pork... Is it from a small pig or arge one?"
"One and a half spoonfuls of soy sauce… Should it be arge spoon or a small spoon?"
"Half a piece of ginger... Is it a small orrge piece? How much is a little pepper, star anise, and
cinnamon?"
The kitchen crackled, and suddenly a puff of smoke rose from the sweet potatoes, causing the cooking
process toe to a stop.
Stacy, the virtual assistant, looked distressed and said, "Master, Stacy doesn''t understand any of
these!"
Max furrowed his brow and made some adjustments to the program.
Lilly hurriedly went to Stacy''s side and said, "You should use a big piece of pork, like this!"
She gestured with her small hands to indicate the size.
"The spat is the one you normally use for cooking."
"And a little bit means just a small drop. Pinch them and it''s about right."
Stacy tried to understand the instructions.
She had never done anything like this before since the program provided precise measurements.
Now she needed to rely on her experience and understanding, something that was easy for regr
people but quite challenging for her.
Lilly looked around and asked, "Is there a chair here? I''m not tall enough, I''ll teach you, Miss Stacy!"
Stacy, the virtual assistant, replied, "Sure, here''s a small stool for you."
A small stool appeared at Lilly''s feet.
Lilly was concerned about her feet because she had seen her grandma doing a lot of cooking as she
tiptoed, so she mimicked the gesture.
"One big piece of pork! And a spoonful of soy sauce..."
Stacy corrected her, "Actually, it''s a spoonful and a half."
Lilly tilted her head and said, "Miss Stacy, we humans like to cook ording to our own preferences."
She grabbed a small handful of salt and threw it in, broke off a piece of ginger, and tossed it in, and the
rest was based on her preferences.
Suddenly, Stacy understood everything.
This is what a spoonful looks like, and this is what a little amount means.
I understand now.
As soon as Max adjusted the program settings, a delightful aroma wafted from the kitchen—it was the
fragrance of sauced pig''s trotters!
"Did it work?"
He quickly stood up and saw the little one and the virtual assistant working together in the kitchen,
bustling about...
Under Lilly''s guidance, Stacy was learning at a faster pace than the program could provide. The wok
sizzled on its own, and after a short while, a te of delicious stir-fried lotus dish was ready.
Soon, the table was filled with a variety of dishes!
Stacy beamed and said, "Master,e and taste the dishes that Lilly and I cooked for you!"
Max sat down and took a bite—delicious! He immediately gave a thumbs up and praised, "Fantastic!
It''s all thanks to you, Lilly!"
Max joyfully hugged Lilly, noticing that she was still wearing a tiny apron, making her even more
adorable.
"Quick, take off your apron, wash your hands, and let''s eat! I''ll sound the rm to wake everyone up..."
Just then, the doorbell rang.