Because he wasn't entirely sure which kind his master wanted to eat at the moment.
He picked up the fruits prepared on the table, his fingers nimbly peeling and then neatly cutting them into pieces and arranging them on a plate.
By the time Wen Bai finished his phone call and returned, everything had already been prepared.
The tall robot even poured Wen Bai a cup of hot milk.
Wen Bai found it quite comforting.
After returning on his motorcycle, though he had rested a bit during the ride, the feeling of exhaustion from his drained energy still lingered.
He had recovered somewhat, and normal movement was no longer as strenuous as walking, but his head still ached a little.
The tall robot, 575, undoubtedly understood its master.
With a blank expression, Wen Bai began his "diet therapy" in front of five out-of-control robots—for him, food healed everything.
However, after drinking only half a cup of hot milk, Wen Bai noticed that the five out-of-control robots in front of him were staring intently at him.
The five out-of-control robots standing opposite him weren't just staring at Wen Bai; they were all staring at the food in front of him.
But did out-of-control robots also need to eat?
Wen Bai thought this, then ignored them.
He continued to pick up the fruit plate on the table with a blank expression. He wasn't in the mood for snacks tonight.
Very suddenly, among the three small out-of-control robots, one that had been standing at the edge quietly shuffled closer, thinking it hadn't been noticed.
It moved closer and closer to Wen Bai's large table, which was laden with snacks.
Then, as if covering its ears, it tiptoed, stretched out its small, fleshy hand, and fumbled along the edge of the table.
It stealthily grabbed a small packet of unfamiliar snacks.
The tall robot saw this. Its deep blue eyes flickered. Seeing that its master didn't react, it also remained still.
The small out-of-control robot directly opened its mouth and, with quick hands, shoved a two-finger-wide bag of biscuits, packaging and all, into its mouth.
Chew, chew, chew~
Then it revealed an expression of surprise.
Wen Bai, who had been eating fruit with a blank expression, paused his movement of forking a kiwi.
He spoke with a blank expression, "It's not..."
Immediately, the small out-of-control robot showed a timid expression, as if afraid Wen Bai would hold it accountable. The small hand that had reached for the table leg again quickly retracted.
"...eaten like this."
After Wen Bai finished speaking, he picked up a small bag of biscuits with a blank expression, tore open the packaging, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards the edge.
This action seemed to trigger something, and the three small out-of-control robots rushed forward, surrounding the large table, which was taller than them, and looked at Wen Bai expectantly.
They tentatively reached for the beautifully packaged snack bags themselves, then glanced at Wen Bai...
Seeing that Wen Bai didn't react, they quietly tore open the packaging, then looked at Wen Bai again...
When they saw that Wen Bai still didn't react and was just eating his fruit blankly...
The three small out-of-control robots began to eat heartily without any pretense.
The mullet-haired number two male out-of-control robot now just regretted why it looked like an adult, why it was so tall!
As an adult robot, it still had its dignity to consider.
It controlled itself from looking at the three it envied.
The mullet-haired number one male out-of-control robot looked somewhat worried and couldn't bear to watch.
After a short wait, the doorbell rang.
The tall robot glanced at its master, then walked to the door and pressed the button to open the gate outside the villa.
It didn't even go out to greet anyone.
After quickly opening the inner door as well, the tall robot returned to its master's side within a minute.
Soon, Li Bu appeared at Wen Bai's house with his capable subordinates.
However, when he saw the out-of-control robots before him, despite being mentally prepared, he was still somewhat stunned.
He saw several children sitting on the ground, tearing open packaging and eating snacks, making crunching noises, but when they looked up, they had pairs of blue eyes.
Beside them stood two quieter, male-shaped, damaged out-of-control robots. They had been watching them since they entered the house, their gazes not very friendly.
Their behavior and actions were truly indistinguishable from humans. How could those eyes belong to robots?
This was the first time Li Bu had seen a living out-of-control robot.
Even though he wasn't a technical researcher, he became intensely curious and began to observe them carefully.
The three small out-of-control robots paid no attention to the humans watching them, busy eating for fear of missing this meal, as if it might be their last.
The two mullet-haired robots, on the other hand, seemed to be on high alert, adopting defensive stances.
Seeing Li Bu, Wen Bai remembered his promise and made a request to Li Bu: "It must be normal research; you cannot harm them."
Hearing Wen Bai's voice, Li Bu immediately withdrew his gaze from the out-of-control robots and nodded.
The out-of-control robots that Mr. Wen delivered to him must be special, excellent, and unique.
He should be protecting them, not harming them.
Moreover, the current research direction at the Robot Research Center concerning out-of-control robots has always focused on dismemberment.
In fact, he had always disagreed with this approach.
He had always logically believed that since out-of-control robots exhibited human-like behavior, shouldn't research data be collected based on the changes in their behavior and actions?
Why did they have to extract their chips and dismember them?
This was something he had heard from his good brother, and perhaps it had subtly influenced him, as Li Bu now felt his good brother's reasoning was quite sound.
Upon hearing Mr. Wen's instructions, he became even more firmly convinced of this.
Out-of-control robots were extremely scarce resources for their Robot Research Center.
Because overly violent out-of-control robots would usually fight to the death once discovered.
Those that weren't violent enough possessed too high an intelligence and were never discovered immediately, always managing to escape silently before they could be found.
Li Bu's closest good brother at the Robot Research Center had always been overlooked.
His brother was very talented, and his technical skills were recognized by everyone, but he lacked strong connections and opportunities.
He had always wanted an out-of-control robot to conduct research according to his own ideas and direction.
However, his hundreds of submitted reports were all returned by the Robot Research Center, stating that giving one to him would be a waste.
Not long ago, he was even transferred to the Repair Center under the guise of helping, but it was clearly a personnel reassignment, and he hadn't returned yet.