At 3:23 in the morning, the negative review prompt on the phone screen was as piercing as a knife.
"The soup was spilled and the lid was not even closed. Bad review!"
I stared at this review, feeling sour in my stomach. I ran forty-seven orders today. From ten o'clock in the morning to now, there is no water. The last order was from a grilled fish restaurant in the south of the city to an old community in the north of the city. There is no elevator on the sixth floor.
When I climbed up with my takeaway, the plastic bag was soaked with oil.
Knocked on the door, no one answered. Knocked again, and a sleepy face popped out of the crack in the door: "Just leave it at the door."
"Please open the door. There is a lot of soup and it will spill easily if it is placed on the floor."
"Are you deaf?"
The door closed with a bang. I squatted at the door, placed the takeout box firmly on the shoe cabinet, padded the bottom layer with paper towels, took a photo, and ordered delivery.
After going downstairs, my phone lit up. After negative reviews and complaints, the system determined that I had violated regulations and deducted all of today's commissions.
One hundred and eighty-seven yuan, not a penny left.
I squatted on the side of the road and took out half of the leftover fried noodles from the take-out box. They were already cold, and the oil had condensed into white lumps and stuck to the plastic box. I took a few bites and put them down again.
