My name is Chen Yuan, 35 years old, unemployed, in debt, delivering food.
In order to cope with blind dates, I wrote an AI and let it chat for me.
Originally I just wanted to be lazy.
Unexpectedly, it made my mother-in-law cry on the first day.
From now on I'm done.
I said I had no job, and my mother-in-law said I was settling down my life.
I said I had no savings, but my mother-in-law said I was responsible for spending all the money on my father's recovery.
I said that I delivered food, and my mother-in-law said that I was willing to keep working in the trough, which is the backbone of a man.
The more I explained, the more satisfied she became.
What's even more outrageous is that she wants to invest in my AI.
But the problem is that the heroine Jiang Zhixia begins to have doubts.
Because in WeChat, I am like a spring breeze, but in reality, I am like a steamed bun that has not been thawed.
Until one day, she took off my headphones:
"Chen Yu'an, don't let AI talk tonight."
