Rich Dad, Please Stop Sending Me Out to Deliver Food

[Hilarious comedy + shocking twists + urban power fantasy + devoted one-on-one romance]

My name is Li Mo. In the delivery world, they call me the living map and the little whirlwind on an e-bike.

For a five-star review, I’ll ride across half the city in a rainstorm or climb thirty flights of stairs in forty-degree heat.

Then I got a truly bizarre order. The customer’s note read: “I won’t open the door unless you sing ‘Lone Warrior.’”

To make ends meet, I tearfully gave a solo concert outside a luxury villa.

The door opened. A middle-aged man in green dinosaur pajamas, sucking on a baby bottle, stared at me. “Sing ‘Praying to Buddha’ next.”

I whipped out my phone. “Download the Deyun Club app now! New users get a coupon for three free acts!”

He froze for two seconds, then suddenly hurled his bottle to the ground. “All right, I’ll come clean. I’m your long-lost father!”

“This building, no, this whole street, is yours!”

I quietly switched off the order-taking System and threw my head back, laughing. “Mom! You used to say I’d never amount to anything delivering food...”

“Now I’m going to start the strongest delivery crew in the universe with Dad!”

But after I really inherited a whole street, I discovered that:

My old nemesis came crawling back, begging me to take him in;

The doctor I had a crush on kept looking at me more and more strangely;

And my nouveau riche dad, dressed in dinosaur pajamas and riding my little e-bike, was shouting:

“Son! Hurry! This order’s about to be late! Let Dad show you what top speed feels like!”