Then he started taking out food, and this order was a cup of poplar nectar.
As soon as I saw this thing, I knew that it was most likely ordered by a female customer. Who among the gentlemen would drink this?
Not only is it not overly sweet, but there are still grapefruit bits floating around. It feels awkward to chew, like chewing a mouthful of unripe fruit pulp. You won’t spit it out when you swallow it.
I put the takeout into the insulated box and specially padded it with towels on both sides, fearing that the bumps on the road would destroy the beautiful layers.
This thing looks exquisite, but in fact it is very delicate, and it looks like mud if you shake it for a moment.
If it turns into a glass of turbid fruit juice when it is delivered, and the customer takes a photo and complains, my whole day will be in vain.
Hence, less than two hundred meters away, the cell phone rang.
The customer who placed the order called: "Brother, can you hurry up? It won't taste good if the ice here melts!"
"It's on the way soon!" I should be diligent in my words.
But I couldn't help but mutter in my heart: These little girls drink drinks so seriously. Wouldn't it still be the same sweet water after the ice melts?
But strangely enough, the more I heard this voice, the more familiar it became, as if I had heard it somewhere a few days ago.
Hym, my voice is a bit high-pitched and my tone is urgent. I can’t remember it for a while. Forget it, I’ll find out when it’s delivered.
The destination is an old community with pitifully narrow corridors and no elevators.
As soon as I parked the car, it suddenly started raining heavily. "What a shame, why are there so many weird orders today?"
I cursed, put my coat on the takeout, and rushed up to the seventh floor in one breath. Yu
Knocking on the door, a woman wearing suspenders and a miniskirt stood at the door. Her makeup was very thick, and her eyeliner almost flew to her temples.
I suddenly remembered, isn’t this the woman who argued with a fisherman in Hebei a few days ago about getting a divorce?
At that time, I delivered the meal to the river, and they were having a heated argument. The woman scolded the man, "Don't touch me even if you fish for the rest of your life."
The man lowered his head and fiddled with the fishing line without saying a word. As a result, I got an inexplicable negative review.
She saw me stunned and asked fiercely: "What are you looking at? The milk tea wasn't spilled, was it?"
I quickly explained: "It wasn't spilled, it's just that the outer packaging was a little wet from the rain." But in my heart, I thought: Your makeup costs more than the milk tea packaging.
She took the bag and turned it over and over to examine it carefully. The shiny glitter on her fingernails almost scratched me.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, her face softened slightly, but I noticed a few light red marks on her wrists. I don’t know if they were caused by a quarrel or something else.
After I handed the takeaway, I turned around to leave, but she suddenly stopped me: "Wait!"
I turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"
She looked me up and down, as if she recognized something: "Have I seen you somewhere?" I had no choice but to bite the bullet and reply: "Ma'am, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"
That fisherman gave me a bad review because I didn't bring him cigarettes along the way.
But now I’m thinking about it. Who hasn’t received a few negative reviews when delivering food these days? Anyway, this month’s performance has long been ruined.
She did not let me go, and then asked: "When you were delivering food to him that day, what did I see you arguing about?"
I answered truthfully: "He asked me to help bring a pack of cigarettes, but I didn't agree, so he turned around and gave me a bad review. For the package I gave him a negative review, so what? 」
Unexpectedly, her eyes suddenly lit up, with a hint of encouragement: "Then do you want to take revenge on him?"
As she spoke, her eyes swept back and forth on me, like picking pork at the vegetable market.
Retaliation? I subconsciously touched the helmet strap.
It would be false to say that you have no complaints, but making trouble for a bad review? I shook my head: "Forget it, it's just a bad review, I can't fault it."
"You really don't want to? I'll give you a chance." The smell of her perfume made me dizzy.
I took a step back and coughed twice tactically: "What about that? I still have the next order to deliver. If it is overdue, money will be deducted."
Unexpectedly, she grabbed my wrist and said, "Brother. , don’t leave! I have divorced my husband, and I am very lonely now.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t help but think: If this young woman was really single, it would be okay to have a relationship with her, but I soon sobered up.
She saw that I didn’t break away, so she became even more enthusiastic: “If you don’t believe me, come in with me and I’ll show you the divorce certificate!”
As he said that, he pulled me into the house hard. I quickly put my feet against the door frame: "Calm down first."
"I can't calm down at all!" She pressed almost all of her body against her, and one of the slings slipped off, exposing most of her shoulders.
I wanted to distract her and asked an idiotic question: "Why are you divorcing your husband?"
She rolled her eyes at me and said resentfully, "Why bother asking? He only knows fishing all day long and leaves me alone in the house. What's the difference between me and a widower?"
As she was talking, her cell phone rang. She glanced at it and answered it angrily: "Why are you still on the phone? You'd better die by the river!"
There was a male voice on the other end of the phone, and he said cheerfully: "Lili, I was lucky enough to catch a big fish today, I'll bring it to you to eat!"
She cursed a lot, but her tone was obviously softer, and she hung up the phone after saying a few words.
I took the opportunity to pull out my hand and quickly went downstairs. A man should protect himself when he goes out.
His heart was beating like he had just climbed twenty floors, half out of fear and half out of absurdity.
As soon as I left the gate of the community, I ran into the fishing guy. He was carrying a big grass carp in his left hand and a fishing tackle bag in his right hand.
He looked at me suspiciously, but I was wearing a helmet, so he probably didn’t recognize me.
But I could clearly see the innocent and proud expression on his tanned face.
Him couldn't help but sneer in my heart: This stupid man has no idea what is waiting for him upstairs. No matter how big the fish is, it doesn’t matter if the family is almost gone.
Fortunately, I didn’t go into the house with that woman just now, otherwise I would probably have been caught in bed and raped, and a conflict would inevitably arise.
When I got on the electric car, I heard him humming a tune behind him: "Today is a good day~" The tune was very cheerful.
The rain has stopped. Before I turned out of the community, I looked back at the window on the seventh floor. The woman was lying on the window sill.
Hand was still holding the cup of poplar nectar that had long since melted, and his eyes were looking at where he was looking.
"Women nowadays are so casual." I cursed, but at the same time I thought it would be nice to have more women like this. Isn't this how I got connected with Wang Qiuya?
Back at the takeout site, I pretended to be nonchalant.
I am used to keeping things in my mind, unlike Zhang Guangtian, who can turn even big things into legends.
The webmaster caught a glimpse of me and started to scold me angrily: "Chen Hao, what's wrong with you? There are so few orders for delivery?"
I lowered my head and hummed, without explaining. Some things become darker and darker the more they are described, and the more confusing they become.
Might as well shut up and keep delivering my takeout.