At 2:17 in the morning, I stared at the carrot in the refrigerator, suspecting that I was starving and hallucinating.
Here's the thing. I, Zhang Yanzhi, am 28 years old, a game planning intern, with a monthly salary of 4,000, and a rent of 2,500. The remaining money is just enough to eat two meals of instant noodles a day. I worked overtime until 11 o'clock tonight. I didn't even bother to make instant noodles when I got home. I fell on the bed and slept for three hours, and then I was woken up by the symphony in my stomach.
The refrigerator was bought from the second-hand market last week for 120 yuan. The seller was an old man with a wrinkled face. When he pushed the refrigerator to the door of my rental house, he said something incomprehensible: "This refrigerator is somewhat psychic. Don't open it in the middle of the night." I thought the old man was superstitious at the time and didn't take it seriously. After all, a refrigerator worth 120 yuan that can still cool is more rare than winning the lottery.
Now I know.
The carrot was lying on the second floor of the refrigerator, about fifteen centimeters long, with a few water drops on its orange-red skin. It was looking at me with an extremely impatient expression - yes, a carrot, with an expression.
