A carbon-based human, dressed in work clothes, is holding a mobile phone and lounging in a chair.

There was an upside-down sign at the front desk. Xia Chuhe straightened it up and saw that it read, crammed together, "If no one's here, it means I'm on paid leave taking a dump. Please contact the robot manager." It can do everything I can, and it can even do things I can't.

Xia Chuhe chuckled and asked, "What can't you do?"

"Clean the latrine." The worker's eyes were still glued to his phone. "Don't get me wrong, I mean unclog the toilet."

Xia Chuhe asked knowingly, "Hmm? Besides unclogging a toilet, does this word have any other meaning?"

The staff member finally spared Xia Chuhe a glance: "No, my God, perhaps you can read Chinese characters?"

The staff member pulled out an identical sign, but with English writing on it: "If you don't know Chinese characters, how about English? Or other languages?"

Xia Chuhe pressed the sign down: "The robot can't handle this, I want to change rooms."

"There's no need, every room is the same." The staff member was once again engrossed in their phone, and their service attitude was even worse than that of a robot.

Xia Chuhe let out a breath, constantly reminding himself—be kind, be kind, keep up your damn kindness!

“We don’t want to stay in the last room, which has no light. Also, could you please give us a bigger double room?” Xia Chuhe maintained his smile.

When Xia Chuhe said "last room," the staff member suddenly looked up and asked, "Could I see your room key?"

Xia Chuhe placed five room cards on the front desk.

The staff member put away room key number 1026, finally showing a bit of service awareness: "I'm sorry, the last room shouldn't be occupied. Perhaps there was a problem with the automated butler's program. We will provide you with some compensation. Do you remember which butler gave you the room key?"

Xia Chuhe shook his head.

“Okay, I can change your room, but our hotel doesn’t have double rooms, so…” The staff member’s gaze swept over the others, finally settling on Bao’er.

He continued, "As compensation, I will move you to a luxury suite with five small rooms."

The staff member took out a black room key card – 19A.

This was an unexpected delight. Xia Chuhe put on a sincere smile and said, "Speaking of the robot butler, I have something else to say."

Xia Chuhe embellished his story about the robot butler he encountered in the elevator, exaggerating the pain in his toes and his frustration. He then revealed the serial number of the machine that had been secretly filming him and concluded, "So, I'm going to complain about it, and I want to get back to them right now."

The staff member shrugged: "Okay, since you're asking, I'll deduct a little bit of electricity from it."

"That's it?" That's outrageous.

If brainpower could generate electricity, the brainpower Xia Chuhe just racked his brains to generate electricity for the machine butler would be enough to last him a month!

"Otherwise what? That's electricity! I mean, the robot butler can't move an inch without electricity."

Xia Chuhe took a deep breath and gave up struggling. She should at least understand one thing: the hotel and the robots were in cahoots.

However, at least the matter of changing houses has been accomplished.

Remembering the phone he had found, Xia Chuhe casually asked, "Do you have a charging cable here? I forgot to bring it."

The staff member pulled out the cord and plug: "You're welcome."

Xia Chuhe reeled in the line and, along with the others, followed the signs toward the restaurant.

Two robots stood at the restaurant entrance, one handing out food coupons and the other collecting them.

Although they all had food vouchers found in their rooms, Xia Chuhe still chose to transfer them from one hand to the other, not understanding why the hotel had to make this unnecessary move.

The robot took the food voucher from Xia Chuhe and extended its mechanical arm to stop her: "This is a dinner voucher; it cannot be used for lunch."

Xia Chuhe had no choice but to take out the coupons he found in the room.

The robot took the food and said, "Enjoy your meal."

Another added, "Don't blame the chef if things don't go well."

Xia Chuhe: "..."

The restaurant is divided into two areas—a dining area and a kitchen. There are only a few doors between the dining area and the kitchen, and many robots are going in and out of these doors.

The dining area was quite crowded, so the five of them found a quiet corner.

A screen for ordering food is mounted on the table, seemingly allowing for an unlimited number of orders.

Li Yue ordered a bunch of dishes she'd never seen before, such as: chocolate noodles, shrimp oatmeal, mooncake stir-fried rice cake...

Xia Chuhe stopped her hand as she was about to place her order: "Are you sure you want to eat these?"

Li Yue was puzzled: "They all look so delicious, chocolate, noodles, shrimp..."

Xia Chuhe pursed her lips, suppressing a smile: "You're right."

She stopped stopping Li Yue and instead ordered a lot of spicy dishes: spicy diced chicken, spicy blood curd...

She really, really misses the taste of chili peppers.

The others also ordered what they wanted to eat.

Before long, the robots began serving the food. A row of robots with food on their flat heads walked methodically toward the table.

Just before the plate of mooncakes and stir-fried rice cakes was placed on the table, the last robot in line slipped on its wheels and lurched forward.

The robots, lined up in a row, collided one after another like dominoes, knocking almost all the vegetables off their heads.

Oil splattered onto the robot's pristine white body, instantly throwing a bunch of little gadgets into chaos. They frantically spun around, screaming through the microphone: "Clean up the oil! Clean up the oil!"

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

"..."

Except for the dish of mooncakes and stir-fried rice cakes that just happened to slide onto the table, all the other dishes were ruined.

No, it's all robots.

Fortunately, the chaos didn't last long. Another batch of robots took away the oil-stained robot and took over the cleaning work.

After being thwarted by the unreliable robot butler, the group became much more cautious and decided to order food one item at a time.

Xia Chuhe searched through the menu again for spicy chicken, while Li Yue stared at the leftover food on the ground: "Don't order anymore, something's not right with these dishes."

She couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, but Li Yue had never seen such a strange color before when she used her special abilities; it had a deathly gray hue to it.

Although most of the things made into food are dead, the things on the ground certainly don't look edible.

Xia Chuhe's mouth watered at the aroma of the chili peppers, but she mustered all her willpower and said, "Okay."

As the group got up to leave, a robot stopped them: "No waste, please finish your plates."

Xia Chuhe tossed the mooncakes and fried rice cakes onto the farm (with the plate): "Alright, let's go."

The group left in a huff, leaving behind a small robot that had crashed, spinning in place, repeatedly searching for tableware.