Liu Jianshe pulled out the cleaning robot from the wall and had it clean up the scattered tender Chinese toon shoots.
The cleaning robot spun around on the floor, quickly detected what it suspected was livestock or poultry meat waste, and began sucking and tugging at the little sheep. Unable to process it at all, it immediately lit up red and sounded an alarm, took a picture of the sheep, and uploaded it to customer service for help updating its processing program.
Liu Jianshe kicked the little sheep into the corner of the kitchen, then switched off the cleaning robot. This thing was still less reliable than a broom and dustpan.
"Is it all right?" Yan Qingcheng asked worriedly.
It was Zhu Juntang's pet, after all. They couldn't just dispose of it however they pleased—though perhaps they could add mutton hotpot to the meal later?
But Professor Liu's attitude really made it seem as though he had bought a pile of groceries for a holiday feast and casually tossed them aside to deal with later.
"Let's not have mutton hotpot today," Yan Qingcheng said, only then realizing that she had sounded as if she were speaking to Liu Chang'an.
Only Liu Chang'an would really do something like that—eat Zhu Juntang's pet.
When Yan Qingcheng taught Zhu Juntang, Zhu Juntang had once rambled on about how Liu Chang'an had eaten two of her dogs.
Yan Qingcheng had grown up in the countryside. She did not have that habit of refusing dog meat and treating dogs like family, but she generally did not eat dogs raised as pets in people's homes either. She would not eat her own dog, nor someone else's.
It just felt a little wrong to know that a dog was a friend's pet and then eat it, didn't