Gu Yunzhou's attention was entirely focused on Ji Zhaoming's face, so he naturally noticed Ji Zhaoming's momentary daze.
He asked, "Yes, I made it, but today isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival, is it?"
How should Ji Zhaoming respond?
He didn't want the fruits of the machine race's excited preparations of the day to go to waste.
Just as Ji Zhaoming was about to shake his head, Gu Yunzhou subtly shifted the blame back to Gu He: "It seems Gu He got the date wrong. What day is the Mid-Autumn Festival for the master? I read in a book that the Mid-Autumn Festival is for family reunions. Is that true?"
Gu Yunzhou spoke lightly, sounding not at all bothered by getting the date wrong: "If you can even get the date of your family reunion wrong, that would be the real trouble."
This immediately reminded Ji Zhaoming of that mission.
Once the mission is over, he will return to his own world and part ways with the robots.
If you can't even remember the day of your family reunion, it might truly be a regret.
Ji Zhaoming paused for a moment, then said, "September 21."
Gu Yunzhou exclaimed, "What about July 7th?"
"Hmm? You mean the lunar calendar, right? That day is the Qixi Festival." Ji Zhaoming suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "Ah! You mean the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"
Legend has it that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were forced to separate into heaven and earth, and every Qixi Festival, magpies would build a bridge for them.
They were able to meet in heaven and on earth.
However, that was a reunion between couples, which is a bit different from what they did.
Ji Zhaoming didn't dare continue the topic, but instead shifted his attention back to the mooncakes.
The mooncake crust is shaped like a flower.
It was a gift that Ji Zhaoming gave to the machine race.
Next to the flower is a small black figure, and beside him is the very faint shadow of a robot.
Ji Zhaoming was both amused and exasperated: "It looks so good, I don't even want to eat it."
Gu Yunzhou said, "There's no need to be reluctant."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "There will be countless more in the future."
Gu Yunzhou led Ji Zhaoming into the kitchen.
The room was filled to the brim with ingredients by the robots, with glutinous rice flour floating everywhere and a sweet aroma wafting from it.
Gu Yunzhou sat down in one of the seats and invited, "Would you like to try, Master?"
Wow, Wang Ye is here?! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Wang! Come and try my mooncakes."
"Hehe, I heard today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Wang!"
"Waaaaah, I was squatting at the king's door early this morning, but the king's first mooncake wasn't even from me."
"Wang, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Would you like to try some freshly baked mooncakes?"
Gu Yunzhou explained, "After Gu He found this message, he notified all the robots."
Gu He was currently struggling with a lump of dough, his face covered in flour.
This makes him look less like a robot and more like an ordinary human being.
Upon hearing this, Gu He, whose gaze had been fixed on Ji Zhaoming, turned to him and patted his chest, saying, "That's right! I found it!"
However, it was the leader who made this suggestion.
Strange, why would the leader give him the credit?
Never mind, Gu He thought, as long as I can get the king's attention, that's enough.
Gu He immediately claimed all the credit: "I searched through many books to find it, and as soon as I found it, I couldn't wait to ask the leader for today's holiday. Hehe, does the king like this surprise?"
Gu Yunzhou tapped Gu He's head twice: "It's good, but the date is wrong."
"Huh?" Gu He was stunned. "How is that possible? The book I checked clearly said today..."
During the time Gu Yunzhou spent traveling from Ji Zhaoming's room to the kitchen, he had figured out exactly what mistake Gu He had made.
The methods humans used to record days were very complex, and only gradually became more standardized.
But the machine races are unaware of this.
The books acquired by the machine race were of all types, disorganized and untraceable, and even Gu Yunzhou couldn't explain when they were used.
Because the distance between them is already too great.
At these moments, Gu Yunzhou could clearly realize that Ji Zhaoming was very far away from him.
He reached out his hand.
Seeing Ji Zhaoming smiling and holding glutinous rice flour in his hand, he said, "It's okay, just consider it as making up for last year's. Anyway, I want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you all."
Ji Zhaoming held a little glutinous rice flour in his hand, watching the robot's movements with curiosity, seemingly wanting to learn how to make mooncakes together.
His Wang Xinran accepted the robot's clumsy love.
Gu Yunzhou had never seen what the other people in Ji Zhaoming's world were like.
But he had a vague feeling that his king was the most unique.
His king's character suggests that he lived in a peaceful and benevolent era.
That was a point in time completely different from the interstellar space where Gu Yunzhou was located.
Gu Yunzhou suddenly didn't want to hold onto Ji Zhaoming anymore.
The hand that had just been raised was quickly lowered again.
He wanted Ji Zhaoming to go back.
Who would have thought that the leader of the machine race would have such a sentimental day?
Gu Yunzhou pretended nothing had happened and said, "There's a mistake here."
"Hmm?" Ji Zhaoming compared the movements of the person next to him and said uncertainly, "Huh? They're pretty much the same, aren't they?"
Gu Yunzhou grabbed Ji Zhaoming's hand and said, "You're too gentle."
Ji Zhaoming's wrists were very thin; Gu Yunzhou could encircle them completely with just two fingers.
However, once Ji Zhaoming was taught, Gu Yunzhou quickly let go.
Perhaps it was right for Ji Zhaoming not to respond to his confession for so long.
Because once you have someone you like, even if you're happy inside, you can't help but have some lingering thoughts.
If Ji Zhaoming has to leave, then he might as well leave with Ji Zhaoming.
Once this thought arises, it's like a raging fire that can never be extinguished; the more you try to put it out, the more you add fuel to the fire.
The problem is that Gu Yunzhou is not alone; he is followed by a machine race.
From the moment he was born, the machine race became an innate responsibility to him.
Just as Ji Zhaoming believed, robots are not without feelings. Even now, despite the strong urge, Gu Yunzhou never considered abandoning the remaining robots.
Following Gu Yunzhou's method, Ji Zhaoming kneaded the glutinous rice flour, not forgetting to ask, "Is it like this?"
"Mm," Gu Yunzhou replied.
Gu Yunzhou tapped Ji Zhaoming's nose. "The glutinous rice flour is on."
Ji Zhaoming's face was already fair, and this little bit of glutinous rice flour on the tip of his nose made it seem as if he had been dragged down from heaven to earth.
Ji Zhaoming subconsciously reached out to wipe away the glutinous rice flour, and asked, "Hmm? Where?"
The more he did that, the more rice flour appeared on his face.
Even the robots nearby couldn't help but laugh.
Gu He raised his hand: "Your Majesty, I'll help you!"
After taking only a few steps, Gu Yunzhou wiped the glutinous rice powder off Ji Zhaoming's face first.
Only after he finished wiping did Gu Yunzhou say, "I was presumptuous."
This is hardly reckless.
Ji Zhaoming shook his head and thanked him, saying, "How could that be?"
Gu He said, feeling wronged, "I also wanted to help Wang wipe his face."
...However, Wang accidentally got it all over his face while participating in their activities, and even then, Wang was still so cute.
Gu He was jealous.
Gu He had a bitter pill to swallow.
Gu Yunzhou glanced at him.
Gu He retreated, looking aggrieved.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to bring Ji Zhaoming a stool.
There weren't many robots here, but there were definitely not few either. Ji Zhaoming felt tired after making about ten mooncakes.
After brushing the mooncakes with oil, I put them in the oven.
As mooncakes made by Ji Zhaoming himself, they were different from other mooncakes. The robots were afraid that they would be secretly stolen after they came out of the oven.
Most importantly, there's a leader here. If we don't unite, how can we win the mooncakes made by the king himself?
The robots tacitly agreed to put Ji Zhaoming's mooncakes in the last batch to be baked.
The freshly baked mooncakes were casually placed into a bowl.
The first robot that placed the bowl was a bit reserved, putting it on the table next to Ji Zhaoming. The second robot was bolder, placing it directly on the table where Ji Zhaoming was. If Gu Yunzhou hadn't been standing next to it, the robot would have begged Ji Zhaoming to try it.
The third one, the fourth one...
Until the very last dish, it had already been placed in Ji Zhaoming's hands.
Ji Zhaoming was currently discussing the evening's plans with Gu Yunzhou: "Lanterns? Is it still customary to release river lanterns here? What kind of lanterns? Are they made of paper?"
Upon hearing this question, Gu Yunzhou realized that this custom did not exist in Ji Zhaoming's era.