After the rain, Jiangzhou City is filled with a moist earthy smell, mixed with exhaust fumes and smoke from roadside barbecue stalls. At 8:30 pm, it is the peak time for takeout orders.
Lin Feng parked his electric car at the door of "Zhangji Malatang", and a new order popped up on the screen of his mobile phone - delivered to 1203, Building 8, Jinxiu Garden. The note read "Hurry, I'm starving!!!", Followed by three shocking exclamation points.
"Come on, come on!" He shouted into the store, picked up the three plastic bags that had just been packed, hooked his fingers around the mouth of the bags and tied them with a knot, as if he had done it thousands of times.
The shop owner, Lao Zhang, stuck his head out with a cigarette in his mouth: "Xiao Lin, is this order going to be delivered by you? If not, I will ask Xiao Wang to deliver it."
