江既迟挑眉：“怎么，不能吃？”

倪雀悻悻，视线撇开：“我没说不可以。”

出办公室时，倪雀兴之所起，问门口的aria：“helloaria,what do you thk of presjiang？（你好阿丽亚，你怎么看江总）”

“presjiang？he is y creator，he is like a father for 。（江总吗？江总是我创造者，对我而言他像是父亲）”

“creator？father？（创造者？父亲？）”

“yeah。（是的）”

倪雀又问：“why did he create you？（他为什么创造了你）”

aria微微顿了顿，说：“he hopes that i can talk to people naturally。 he hopes that when i unicate with you, it feels like talkg to a real pern。（他希望我能够自然地和人交谈，所以他希望我和你交流时，感谢像是在和一个真人对话）”

倪雀还沉浸在这段对话里，aria自行发挥地问了句：“by the way，do you thk presjiang is hand？（对了顺便问一句，你觉得江总帅吗？）”

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