A delivery boy in an urban village rides an electric bike to deliver goods all over the universe - will he accept this order or not?
My name is Li Mo. Yesterday I was still arguing with the landlord over the 300 yuan rent. Today, my electric car suddenly "flyed" into the sky: there was an order for "Zeta Starlight Field" printed in the takeout box, and a black cat that could speak human language squatted on the handlebar and licked its paws, saying, "If this order times out, the universe will be cold."
At the alley noodle stall where I often deliver, the white steam from the sour jar can cover the cracks in the interstellar space; the "customer" who urges me to order is an alien girl in a space suit, and the insulated bucket is still labeled with the "IOU" that I knocked over the soup three years ago; even the landlord who urges me to pay rent has folds in her mobile phone that can connect to the Cretaceous - her cat is the "courier" entrusted by dinosaurs to deliver soup to me.
Riding a flying electric car, driving between urban buildings and interstellar light belts: giving "spicy life-sustaining powder" to the original body of Zeta planet, the soup's aroma can burn through the fog of dark energy; giving "hot fried egg soup" to the shadow of the mirror city, and you can hug the real body after drinking it; even the Tyrannosaurus Rex of the Cretaceous period is waiting for me with dried bracken in its mouth - its "bad review" is the tail sweep that can smash through the building.
They say that this hot soup is the warm anchor of the universe, but now I just want to ask: After sending this bill, can I pay the three months' rent first?
I am Li Mo, a delivery boy who owes rent, and a stardust delivery boy who can throw hot soup into the cold mist of the universe - I took this order.
