The villa cluster where Wen Bai lived.
After a cool black sports car with wing-like patterns entered, the following taxi was blocked.
The security guard at the entrance was about to ask questions when the taxi driver saw the security guard approaching and quickly rolled down the window.
The taxi driver asked the passenger in the back seat, "Sir, this place you're staying is quite high-end. If taxis like ours want to get in, we need to provide specific information."
"Turn around," said the man in the back.
The driver was confused, "We're not going in?"
"I told you to turn around!"
The driver was just puzzled by the man's indecisiveness.
Meanwhile, the security guard watched as the car in front of him, before he could even get closer, had the driver signal.
Then, it turned around and left directly.
The security guard didn't think much of it, assuming it was someone who had taken the wrong turn.
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Wen Bai sat in a chair at the table, waiting for 575 to cook for him.
Because 575 was very fast at cooking, he could prepare a table in about ten minutes.
In ten minutes, watching a food show might only show you the beginning.
Wen Bai chose to watch the more engaging 575 cook instead.
The tall and handsome robot took off his jacket and placed it on a chair, then tugged at his fingertips, removed his white gloves, and set them aside.
He used his right hand, with its distinct bones and long fingers, to unfasten the cuff of his left shirt sleeve, intending to roll up the sleeve.
But for some reason, 575, who was usually so efficient, couldn't undo the cuff with one hand today.
The phone on the table rang briefly. Wen Bai picked up his phone and expressionlessly tapped and scrolled through it.
It was a message from Wen Zi Yue.
Wen Bai saw the name and was not interested enough to tap and view the specific content.
He put down his phone and looked at his robot.
Wen Bai sat in his chair, tilting his head slightly, and saw 575 looking down, struggling awkwardly with his shirt cuff.
Only then did Wen Bai notice that the robot standing beside him was not right.
On his expressionless face, his eyes, which originally had no fluctuations of emotion, showed a hint of surprise.
So even 575, this kind of robot, had something they weren't good at?
With this thought, Wen Bai expressionlessly stood up and leaned closer, watching 575's fingers painstakingly try to undo the cuff.
After a few seconds of watching, as if satisfying his curiosity,
Wen Bai reached out, undid 575's cuffs in two quick motions, and then folded the sleeves twice, moving them up to the robot's forearms.
575 tilted his head and looked at his owner at close range. His sapphire-blue eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.
Wen Bai deftly picked up 575's other hand and decisively tidied up that sleeve as well.
"That's better," Wen Bai said.
Two strands of hair fell on 575's forehead, slightly obscuring his eyes.
Wen Bai watched for a few seconds, then stood up and walked with a "dada dada" sound to the downstairs bathroom to search for something.
575 followed Wen Bai when he saw him doing that.
Seeing Wen Bai's actions, 575's deep voice sounded, "Master, what are you looking for?"
Wen Bai didn't answer, but after a moment, his searching movements suddenly stopped.
Then Wen Bai turned around.
"Click."
A cute, plain, and exceptionally eye-catching yellow clip was firmly fixed onto 575's forehead.
It held back the few strands of hair on 575's forehead, which Wen Bai found very unruly but were actually styled, pinning them tightly to his forehead.
Wen Bai patted the tall robot's forehead and affirmed, "There, that's better."
Then he turned and walked out.
575 looked at himself in the mirror: a tall man with a peculiar and abrupt hairstyle on his forehead.
He didn't take it off, but instead, wearing the bright yellow clip, went to the kitchen.
Wen Bai sat in his chair and watched the tall robot efficiently and quickly take ingredients from the refrigerator, process them, and then cook...
Suddenly, a "ding dong~" rang, and the doorbell sounded.
Then, System 001's voice, feigning calmness, said, "Hmm? A delivery this late? Host, did you buy something?"
System 001, not very intelligently, gave himself away.
Wen Bai didn't speak and walked directly to the door to open it.
Indeed, it was a delivery person.
Outside the door stood a well-dressed man, followed by two robots carrying many beautifully packaged shopping bags.
After respectfully greeting Wen Bai, the man stated that he was here to deliver the items Wen Bai had purchased.
Then System 001 immediately chimed in, "Hmm? So these are the things I bought for you and 575, Host~"
Wen Bai: "..."
"There are already a lot of clothes," Wen Bai said calmly.
The villa Wen Bai lived in, though he didn't come here often, had a walk-in closet filled with clothes from the original owner's favorite brands, neatly arranged in rows, with all the current season's new arrivals.
Even if Wen Bai changed clothes every day, he couldn't wear them all.
However, System 001 was very open-minded, "These are different, different."
Under the direction of the delivery man, the two robots placed all the shopping bags neatly on the floor of the living room, and then the man politely took his leave.
Wen Bai casually picked up a bag and took a look. It was indeed different.
Because each set of clothes was the same style, in the same color, but in two different sizes.
"This way you'll know they're a matching set at a glance when you go out," System 001 said.
What it didn't say was that it thought it looked more pleasing to the eye when the Host and 575 wore matching styles and colors.
Wen Bai noticed 575 was already bringing plates to the table, so he silently put down the clothes and went to the dining room.
By the time Wen Bai moved from the living room to the dining room, 575 had already set the table with the food.
Wen Bai sat down and began to eat with focus.
Seeing the shopping bags scattered all over the living room, 575 automatically went to tidy them up.
He walked into the living room, picked up as many as he could carry at once, and went upstairs. He made several trips to take all the shopping bags upstairs.
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575 took all the clothes to Wen Bai's oversized walk-in closet to organize them.
Each time he took out an outfit, he would remove the packaging film, organize it, and hang it on a hanger.
However, after a few trips, when he took out another exquisitely packaged outfit, wrapped carefully in film, he noticed that it was the same style and color, but a different size.
575 had recorded all data related to Wen Bai, so he was naturally very clear about Wen Bai's clothing sizes.
He held the slightly larger garment, and data rapidly scrolled across his sapphire-blue eyes.
One of the sets was clearly not the Host's size.
575 paused briefly, then continued tidying.
The robot's work efficiency was extremely high. Within minutes, he had quickly sorted all the clothes by size, color, and style.
After finishing, 575 pulled shut the transparent dustproof glass of the closet and prepared to leave.
However, as he was about to step out of the closet, his steps suddenly stopped.
He picked up a slightly larger garment and held it up against himself in the mirror.
Then, 575 took the garment off the hanger and put on the jacket.
It fit perfectly.